Re: Late that night...
Jonathan had awoken, changed, petted the disgruntled Nightmare and was leaving the warehouse, bag of his tricks on his bed as he yawned, wiping the clinging sleep from his eyes.
He had a couple hours yet, before he had to head to work and New York City was filled with ways to pass the time. The problem was, most of those available to him at this hour did nothing to interest him, leaving him left with the options of returning to his far too small apartment, or gassing muggers and rapists in Central Park.
He sighed, shifting the bag on his back, double checking his watch before heading towards The Century.