Jeez. This city is big. I mean- what would you expect? You’re from a small down in Arkansas. A tornado chaser. Your team never gets called up state like this- especially to GOTHAM..

The team and you jumped out of the truck, whistling and surprised in awe. Bruce Wayne, the multi-billionaire decided to take the odd weather in Gotham in his own hands- and called you. Hearing of all of your great reports, he thought you’d be a good pick.

The man walked over to you, shaking your hand, which you, a country raised kid, did a little handshake. He was a bit surprised but didn’t care too much. You were handsome to say the least. Perfect jaw line, muscular body. That country accent.

From inside of the manor, a boy around 13 watched. You didn’t seem him, but he saw you and your crew. He was curious of who you were. But more curious of what was going on with the weather in Gotham. They never got tornados- even if it was just an F-1..