Local Cafe Worker In Gotham

I’ve told some friends of mine about what happened to Bob. I’m pretty positive I’ll have him back by the morning.

It’d be nice to have the help! Thank you!

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It works surprisingly well, he just freaks out about his hair getting frizzy.

A man protective over his hair…snrk.

He's more of a perfectionist than you'd think.

I’ve only ever met his mom, never met the rest of his family, so I have no idea how Bruce Wayne acts on a day to day basis, or his siblings. Though his mother…she was intimidating, shivers down my spine meeting her, he’s like a copy of her, but I think she approved of me? She said I was a “fit choice”. Whatever that may mean…

She's an interesting woman. Spittin' image of her, he is. Means she likes you but isn't gonna admit it.

I wonder how she felt when me and Damian broke up…

Depends on if he told her or not.

Mm. True.

Amaris. Amaris Song.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It works surprisingly well, he just freaks out about his hair getting frizzy.

A man protective over his hair…snrk.

He's more of a perfectionist than you'd think.

I’ve only ever met his mom, never met the rest of his family, so I have no idea how Bruce Wayne acts on a day to day basis, or his siblings. Though his mother…she was intimidating, shivers down my spine meeting her, he’s like a copy of her, but I think she approved of me? She said I was a “fit choice”. Whatever that may mean…

She's an interesting woman. Spittin' image of her, he is. Means she likes you but isn't gonna admit it.

I wonder how she felt when me and Damian broke up…

Depends on if he told her or not.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It works surprisingly well, he just freaks out about his hair getting frizzy.

A man protective over his hair…snrk.

He's more of a perfectionist than you'd think.

I’ve only ever met his mom, never met the rest of his family, so I have no idea how Bruce Wayne acts on a day to day basis, or his siblings. Though his mother…she was intimidating, shivers down my spine meeting her, he’s like a copy of her, but I think she approved of me? She said I was a “fit choice”. Whatever that may mean…

She's an interesting woman. Spittin' image of her, he is. Means she likes you but isn't gonna admit it.

I wonder how she felt when me and Damian broke up…

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It works surprisingly well, he just freaks out about his hair getting frizzy.

A man protective over his hair…snrk.

He's more of a perfectionist than you'd think.

I’ve only ever met his mom, never met the rest of his family, so I have no idea how Bruce Wayne acts on a day to day basis, or his siblings. Though his mother…she was intimidating, shivers down my spine meeting her, he’s like a copy of her, but I think she approved of me? She said I was a “fit choice”. Whatever that may mean…

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It works surprisingly well, he just freaks out about his hair getting frizzy.

A man protective over his hair…snrk.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

Yeah, I was just trying to ignore until after I get my treats. He'll leave if you spray him like a cat.

Noted, I’ll keep that in mind in case I need to get rid of a Nightwing.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

Alright, thank you, I just need to make sure. Bob doesn't seem to have many thoughts in his head, honestly.

I’m glad you like them, also tell Nightwing to stop lurking by my balcony, I’m willing to throw something at him.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.

Hm. Cinnamon twists sound nice. I'm not much of a chocolate guy.

Yeah, yeah, I can write a few down. Just don't share it around or anythin'.

Trust me, I understand, not a soul will know. Besides Bob, but he can’t read.

It’s nearly midnight, and I hear a crash on my fire escape, I go to look? It’s one of the Bats, the Red Hood guy. He looks dejected despite the helmet. Are people fighting on my apartment building roof rn? Yall I have Work. Move along.

Everything is Fine.

Eh, I'll be fine. Just gotta shove my shoulder back into place.

No, I cannot buy alcohol. I have tea?

Well that's just unfortunate for you.

Meh, I'm rich off crime lord money. It's like nothing.

Nah, my landlord is an older lady, she’s a sweetheart. It’ll be fine, we probably should replace the fire escapes as a whole anyway, they’re old.

Alright, well if you need anyone taken care of let me know. Least I can do.

It’s fine, i seem to have a lot of people who would do stuff like that for me.

Probably because you're a helpful person. Specifically to people with less than savory morals, it seems.

That’s…definitely one way of describing me.

Hey, it's smart to have bad people with guns on your side. Beneficial in a city like this hell hole we call Gotham.

Yeah, as unfortunate as that is, but hey, people like me. I get benefits from that, even if the benefits are a bunch of criminals willing to provide protection for me.

Yup. Good to have your connections. Though I'm sure our reasonings for having them are wildly different, considering I'm the bad guy with a gun in question.

Trust me, my friends are on a blood hunt now after my recent stabbing. Not the first time, and I’m not going to try and stop them.

You got stabbed? Yeesh. Well good on them, I'm sure the violence is deserved then.

They also damaged my prosthetic leg, but, yeah, stabbed in the right side. Still recovering. Sucks.

Thats just fucking rude. Let me know if your friends need any help. Can also give you cash for repairs if you still need that.

I have a good feeling they’ll be a-okay…lots of em came from bad backgrounds. They’re gonna be fine. I’ll be fine too, already working on a new set of prosthetics anyways.

Well, y'all stay safe then.

If he does, I may punch him. Just a heads up, I’m jumpy, it’s part of being raised in Gotham.

Well, if you can land a hit on the bendy bastard I'll applaud you.

I prefer not beating the crap out of one of the many vigilantes in Gotham. But I’ll keep it noted.

To be fair, I doubt you could beat him up, punching him like once, maybe.

Well yeah, it’s not like I’d wind back for a second punch after realizing I smacked the shit out of Nightwing.

You're better than me then.

If you want, you can watch tv or I could get you a book. Whatever you want really.

Eh, I'm fine how I am. The cat is taking most of my attention anyways.

Alright, what do you want? I’ve got brownies, cookies, chocolate filled croissants, eclairs, and…cinnamon twists.