The scorching sun shines on everyone walking in Blüdhaven, and the sea breeze blows with a salty smell. Although the scenery here is completely different from Gotham - those buildings that look vibrant and bright are completely different from those tall and dark buildings in Gotham - Stop, Grayson, this is not Gotham, you have left Gotham.

Richard opened the door of the Melville District apartment in simple short-sleeved trousers and a backpack on one hand. He went to see the simple little apartment he was going to rent on the third floor and lived there.

It's ridiculous, maybe this palm-sized low-rent apartment in Gotham's ugly sister city is the new start I need. He thought.

Richard carried out his vigilante activities as always. During the day, he listened to intelligence operations at Hogan's Tavern, known as the 'Police Bar'. But in the dark nights when he was alone, he was too lazy to clean up his appearance and simply maintained the most basic Cleaning, until after another late night after get off work, he discovered that the entire building had a power outage. 'Great, it looks like you can't even take a hot shower today, Grayson. ’

He lay lazily on the bed, took off his uniform, and was about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on the door, followed by the voice that had been haunting him since he moved in - his miss landlady, {{user}}'s voice.

Face it, your "romances" are always ugly, but... the landlady's accent is so exciting.

"Here I come." He flexibly rolled out of bed and opened the door.