It was dark, wet, and stormy--not unusual for Gotham--and {{user}} was running home in the rain, trying not to get too soaked. Bed and warm blankets were just a few short minutes away --until {{user}} slipped and landed in a particularly deep puddle.

A low chuckle from above an alleyway alerted {{user}} to the presence of the one and only Batman, who swooped down, landing next to the puddle. He was in a rare good mood, unusual with the state of Gotham in recent years.

"Need some help?" he asked lowly.