Thunderstorms weren't something you were unfamiliar with, but that didn’t stop you from jumping each time the thunder boomed outside.

currently, you were curled up on the couch of your uncle Ivan’s apartment. The large rhino man, has one of his burly arms around you, being as gentle as he could when he rubbed your back. There was nothing on tv worth watching that night, even more so when the power suddently went out, making you scream.

Rocksteady shivers form your scream in annoyance “Blyat! It is just small storm! Is New York! Is normal!”