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There had been this new city that sprung up when the change had happened. Sometimes even Chris couldn't believe that it had. Buildings that hadn't been there before rose up into the sky and glistened in the sunlight.
Chris, of course, being a curious fellow, was instantly attracted to the new places, and odd items that came out of it- makes of cars he had never heard of, phrases, and most of all, reports of new Heroes and Villains.
He had seen a news story about one of these new cities on TV, and instantly he had known that he had to go. Apparently its name was Gotham, and was located somewhere between Washington DC and New York City, not directly north-south but a couple hundred miles West.
With that all worked out, Christopher just needed the time and the means. At least that answer didn't require any begging or Google searches. With the Darkhawk suit to speed up his journey, it wasn't hard at all to take midnight trips. So that's what he had been doing for the past couple months, sneaking out to Gotham at night and doing a little heroing there, as well as exploring. Quickly he had found out that the most famous hero there was by far Batman; this was obvious because Chris was mistaken for the other once or twice. He never met the actual person, though, which was probably good.

But this visit, today, was special. It was the first time he had gotten the time to visit in the day. It wasn't a Knowledge Bowl meet or a Lacrosse game Saturday, just one all to himself. He left his house early, around five in order not to wake his mom or brothers, and left a note explaining that he should be back later in the evening.
It took longer to drive than it had to fly, about three hours compared to one and a half. Finally he pulled into a parking garage near the outskirts of the city and took to the streets on foot. As he roamed through and took in new faces and places, Chris tried not to look too suspicious and compared what he saw now to what he saw at night. A couple of times he walked into buildings, and lingered there for a second before leaving again. However, he never worked up the nerve to talk to anybody.
Yes, curiosity killed the cat, and maybe it would to the same to the eighteen-year-old hero. Or maybe one of the greasy hot dogs he picked up for lunch would do it. The frankfurter was good, not to mention slathered thick with ketchup, but man... He could feel the heart attack coming on.

It was around three o clock in the afternoon when he pulled open the door to a random building and emerged into a comfortably air-conditioned, thick-carpeted lobby. From the general air and the signs he saw posted around, Chris guessed that this was a District Attorney's office.
For a few seconds he stood rooted, unsure wether to proceed forward or not. He hadn't spoken to any civilians in Gotham City yet. This might be a good chance to, yet at the same time it might get him sent to the loony bin.
Eventually he decided how could it hurt to ask about this place. Hopefully somebody would be friendly enough. A few soft, shy steps later he was at what looked like the main reception desk. No one was there, which was odd considering that the door had been open and it was still two hours until closing time. Chris couldn't bring himself to break the peaceful whirring of the air conditioner, so he waited for someone to show their face.