#wewt

He has no reason to be in Gotham City. Yet, here he is. The city herself reminded him a lot of the City of Angels; Los Angeles. Perhaps a little darker in mood and dangerous for citizens to be roaming without a care. Kaine had ended up on the unfortunate end of things. Hunger drew him to a small store where he gathered some items; instant noodles, beef jerky, and a couple bottles of water. It is not his choice of foods, but does well in a pinch. Fast forward a couple of blocks and Kaine finds himself dealing with a solo mugging. The  mistake the poor sod made is pausing after he had driven the knife into Kaine's side. It resulted in a busted nose after Kaine had swung his arm and connected the peak of his elbow with a face. A sickening snap and a shout from the attacker tells all. Broken nose, bloody and trickling to the pavement.  "You sunovabitch!" The man yelled, taking an extra knife and pointing it Kaine's direction. "Gimme all ya got! Wallet! Now!" He barked. Kaine's amber eyes darken, the flaring pain of the knife pinned into his side is masked with anger and an intimidating front. The light of the street lamp illuminate his eyes some, almost in an animalistic way that give a dim but haunting gleam. It is enough to cause the attacker to back off a bit.

*remembers to turn off my 4:45am, 5am, and 5:10 am alarms*