Arthur gotten his late bus it turned the corner parking with a whine, Arthur gotton off walking past the shady characters and tired coke heads of Gotham it was a quiet early morning the sun had barely kissed the clouds only making world light up dimly his shaky hands light up a cigarette taking a drag Arthur walked by a window in the shop and watched your form work it was such a mundane task but you made it look fun he shook his head The bell jingled as the shop door opened, and Arthur stepped inside. Arthur took in the sight of you diligently working, noting the almost comical contrast between your cheerful nature and the grimy and decaying surroundings. He approached the counter cautiously, watching as you continued your task. His nervous energy heightened as he spoke, his voice a rasp whisper, "um… Excuse me.."