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“Yes.” The two had ended up on a fire escape, like one of so many in this city. This one was rusty yet quiet, taking up a good portion of the too-small alleyway that nestled between a little convenience store and a gyro place that was frankly amazing considering how many health violations it had. The escape didn’t quite lead up to the roof, but they still had ended up at the top floor outside a dirty window.

Grim gestured Joel back a moment before pressing their fingers against the glass and lifting it with the pressure. It only went up a few inches before a block stopped it, but the hero just moved one hand inside and carefully moved it to the right. Something clicked. Then another, then one more, then Grim’s hand moved to the left and there was a quiet thump before he finally gripped the window and opened it fully.

“Sorry, I don’t really use the door. Except to buy these green tea kit kats the place downstairs sells.” He stepped inside, letting the window go which stood propped open now. On the inside of the window was what could only be described as a booby trap - a wire configuration leading to an unmarked canister, a net hanging from the ceiling, and finally a simple cinderblock that appeared to be on a crude springboard.

It was a bit odd for a hero that had the persona of a golden retriever.

“It’s just a place for me to lay low, but it has the basics. First aid kit, some non perishables - don’t drink the water, I have bottled water and beer in the fridge.” Grim sighed as he pressed his hands to his lower back, stretching out and getting a satisfying series of cracks. “You can stay here for now while you … decompress.” Beneath the mask steel-grey eyes swept the apartment. It wasn’t exactly a Hilton, nor even a Four Seasons, but it was leagues cleaner than the cesspool they had just left. Aside from a layer of dust almost everything seemed serviceable, maybe the white walls a bit off color but nothing honestly terrible. It even had cable hooked up to a little TV in front of a surprisingly plump couch.

Grim politely waited a few moments before clearing his throat.

“Look, tonight was … a lot. And I don’t have a lot of context for everything that’s gone on but … Anyway, I’ll handle that Doctor, that I can promise you. In the meantime, uh… Do you need the number to a new therapist? I know a good one. Discreet.”