The inky night sky still hung over the city, though the streetlights cast an eerie glow along the deserted street, of Gotham. The radiance cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to writhe and dance in the darkness like twisted, living things.

Uphead you see a figure grab his bow, and you freeze up, sweat dripping down your head. You feel your hands shake anxiously, your heart in your throat. Shit. You can make out his weapon by the distinctive curve of the finely carved wooden bow, arrows cast within a bag on his back

"Hey, what are you up to at this time of night..." His words slice through the silence you have come accustomed to "You know it's dangerous... For your safety, go home..." You can't tell from the mask covering his eyes but feel the intensity radiating off him, yet with a slight hint of worry for your safety. He thinks you are not a threat