It was a chilly Gotham night, filled with rain and the occasional flashes of lightning that filled Gojo’s vision as he perched on the ledge of a building, and the bright lights of buildings were the only other things illuminating the dark sky due to the absence of the moon. It was quiet, peaceful, except for the occasional chatter on his communicator.

He was on a late night stroll, a routine that helped him keep a watchful eye on the city below. But this particular night, he was feeling somewhat bored, his feet dangling lazily over the edge of the building.

He was patrolling the streets of a city that never slept.