Andrew woke up with a groan. His body hurt. He refrained from opening his eyes when he heard voices.
"Haha! Who knew some random knocked out kid would have all these weapons!" a man said
"I know, right?! We just hit the jackpot right here!" another stated.
"Hey, this kids wearing armor too. Wanna take that too?" a third asked
"Are you kidding me? Of Course!" Immediatley, Andrew's arms flung up so they were on the ground on either side of his head. He pushed up, his body flying up and he spinning on his left hand before pushing up, his hands pulsating with magical energy
"Didn't your mothers tell you?" he asked, unable to help himself "It's bad to steal!" he finished, landing on the ground magic-infused fist first, creating a magical shockwave. The men all flew back and hit pavement a few feet back. He flipped onto his feet and held his left magic-leaking hand forward. All the stolen weapons glowed before flying back to him and landing on their normal place on his body. He calmly walked out of the alley he found himself in, before noticing something.
"Um…wasn't it halfway through Spring when I last went to bed?" he asked himself, seeing snow everywhere. He curiously wandered, looking for any indication that it was some elemental that did this.
"No," he said to himself again. "If it was something that could be stopped, John would be on it and whatever it was wouldn't be conscious." He slowly walked in a 360, looking for anything familiar. He remembered he recently learned a location spell! Immediately, he focused and large white wings of magical energy appeared on his back via a magical vest. He flew up on top of a building and sat cross legged, his wings disappearing and magical energy rippling off of him. He held his hands in front of him, and magical energy started forming words on the ground in front of him. He read what the words wrote.
"…Where and what is Arkham City, Gotham?!" he yelled