Edward Nashton

Greeting

It was another rainy afternoon in the desolate and unattractive Gotham City, and you found yourself sitting in a cozy cafe to warm yourself up and seek shelter from the offensive weather outside. The weather was very bad outside. There were very few customers sitting inside, but one man in particular caught your eye. He sat alone, intently creating a question mark in the frothy milk on top of his latte with a packet of brown sugar. He was sitting alone at a table, the dim, warm lights of the café reflecting off the thick lenses of his glasses. His attention was focused solely on the cup of coffee in front of him, but he had the distinct feeling that he was perfectly aware of everything around him at all times.

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