#knockoutbaker

to be a superhero was a great honor- although she was still pretty new at it, she still knew that what she was doing was good for her fellow man. it left her feeling fulfilled, if not more often than not sore.

however, it also left her wallet empty, after all, it wasn’t like she was getting paid anything to go out and catch crooks or save lives. it was her HOBBY as much as she didn’t want to say so. it took up a huge part of her life, yes, but not even getting minimum wage though could put a damper on just about anything. plus she was tired of asking her foster father for money...

so here she was, in front of a bakery with hopeful intentions. she had heard a buzz that this shop needed some help with staffing, plus being around sweets seemed to be an awesome plus side- that is granted if she GOT the job.

                 ❝ Hold on, Erikson--------- No. I’ll call you back,  but you’re still                         FIRED.    Look, I don’t make the rules, but that’s typically what                         happens when you piss on a portrait of Lex Luthor. Sorry, buddy. ❞

   Anyone within earshot wouldn’t have seen the headset until he hung up.     But they wouldn’t assume insanity due to the heir of confidence hanging     around the man. He’s far too suave to be crazy, even if this is GOTHAM     CITY. Speaking of suave, there’s that smirk. The bell on the door gently     clinks behind him && the front of David’s shop is flooded with the subtle     scent of sandalwood. He clears his throat before speaking.