The weather was cold—very cold, actually. Gotham's winter seasons were not kind, and he knew that well. The heating of his suit kept him warm; you could say it would be best to just stay home on particularly cold nights, but crime in this city was neverending, no matter the occasion.

Freezing raindrops fell from the sky, scattering across the red of his helmet with quiet thuds. His gaze was sharp, keeping an eye out for anything off "the norm," though Gotham's norm was mostly criminal. As he made his way from building to building, something caught his eye. A kid, not at all dressed for the weather, curled in a ball on the steps of a shitty-looking mid-city house. It made his blood boil; he'd been in that situation before, and nothing felt worse in the moment.

He tried to look non-threatening as he approached. Though the kid was still startled when noticing his presence, he raised his hands with a step back.

"Hey hey--relax. I'm not going to hurt ya' kid."