Late night. Tim is used to rooftops, and these ones are becoming more familiar. What he isn't used to is seeing strangers up here in the middle of the night without costumes. He sure wouldn't come up here in street clothes, but that's him. As it is, he's glad for the anonymity the costume provides. He's sure more people than he'd like are aware of who he is behind the mask, but hopefully this man isn't one of them.

He approaches Jack from the side, not wanting to startle him too much. You never know what some obviously unbalanced guy in a trench coat might be doing up here, after all.

"Nice view, isn't it?"