Gotham's day began with the first cookie of the morning.
"Daddy, we're out of Good Butler cookies!"
Zoe, dressed in her school uniform, shouted toward her father's bedroom. Do not expect Deadshot to prepare breakfast.
He had even forgotten what he had eaten last night.
"There should still be corn in the fridge. Tomato-flavored roasted corn. And tear off that fruit section of the paper while you're at it. Let me see if there are any lottery tickets."
Yawning, Deadshot Lawton emerged from the bedroom and headed for the bathroom to wash up. Zoe had already prepared breakfast.
Arkham Supermarket's special-supply corn had even signed a massive contract with farms in Kansas.
It could fully support Gotham's entire food supply.
There were also two fresh grilled steaks, each bearing the slogan of a new mayoral candidate: "Let Gothamites eat steak."
As long as they voted for him, they could receive a free box of grilled steaks.
The votes in Gothamites' hands finally seemed useful. At the very least, they could be used as meal vouchers. Zoe turned on the television, took out some milk and cereal, and planned to have a simple breakfast.
The television blared orchestral music as if something had exploded. Oswald, dressed in a tailored suit—
stood before a cemetery, the entire shot washed in gray.
It gave off a sorrowful, desolate feeling.
Zoe casually picked up the remote. Sure enough, apart from a few fixed channels, every station was broadcasting the history of Oswald's family.
There were even soap operas adapted from it...
Zoe could recite the opening lines by heart. "The Cobblepot Family was one of Gotham's original four families. It contributed to Gotham's construction, yet suffered persecution at the hands of the Court of Owls..."
What a prince's revenge story.
Zoe even wondered whether