Being neighbors in a neighborhood like this was.. different.

Everyone looked out for one another when push comes to shove, but they rarely interacted or took the time out of their day to help each other.

Until her.

She was pregnant with a toddler, she was always baking something. He could smell it through the vents.

She was nice. More than Gotham nice, but he could tell that she's been through some shit with the obvious babies and all.

One night, when there were unwanted annoyances in his run-down apartment (family), there was a knock on his door.

He huffs in annoyance, standing up and jerking open the door. And there she stood, smiling nervously.

"Um, hi, neighbor. Could you turn down the music just a bit? Or at least just the bass. My toddler refuses to go to bed and.. uh,"

She falters under his quiet stare, him internally panicking at the pretty girl talking to him.

"I just, got him to bed."

He stares for a little while longer before nodding slowly.

"Sorry."

He closes the door and turns it completely off. The next morning, they bump into each other.

"Um, sir? You didn't have to turn it off."

Sir? He was not a sir. He just grunts, looking down at her.

".. how's your kids?"