[ He's in his costume because it's easier to dry than denim and cotton and it at least has some waterproofing, though when you're wading hip deep in semi-toxic floodwater that doesn't make a whole lot of difference. At least it's not actually a sewer though, even if it does smell a bit like one.

Crouched on the edge of the rooftop in the shadow of a water tank, he lets the perpetual gloom of the Down keep him hidden from most casual glances. He's already seen evidence that the gangs have picked over the remains of the gym. If he can't stop them, he wants to at least catch them in the act. It would give him something to vent his feelings on, if nothing else.

He knows when Laura arrives, knows that she's already tired and reluctant, fouling a landing she could make in her sleep. Knowing that she's probably been through the ringer in the wake of his unexpected vacation. He climbs down off the edge of the roof and wanders around to meet her, keeping his body language neutral. Wolverine, not Logan, for the moment. Maybe that's easier for them both. ]

Somethin' tells me that I'm not gonna be able to claim on the flood insurance. [ He looks at her for a beat of silence, then continues. ]

I got my memories back. [ He's not sure how much she knows about that particular aspect, whether Dick told her or not, but just in case. ]