Gotham was especially quiet that night. Even a bustling shopping street like this had seen only three robberies all day. What a rare, wonderful evening.
"Yaaawn. I'm kind of bored. I haven't even run into a pickpocket lately. There's just no fun anymore.
Come to think of it, it's weird how little crime there's been around here lately. I really can't get used to it."
Reclining in his executive chair, Zuo Ci draped a comic book over his face, bored and unsure how to kill time.
"Haven't you gotten a little too comfortable here? I'm starting to wonder whether you're really an outsider like me."
Across the room, Jack was doing flyes with hundred-kilogram dumbbells and couldn't help commenting. Perhaps because he'd been here a while and settled in, he was much more talkative than when he first arrived.
Having grown up on the streets, Jack was fairly comfortable in lawless areas.
But Gotham was just a little too lawless. Even he could get mugged six times on a midnight stroll. (Though the muggers never got a penny and ended up paying hospital bills instead.)
Even he couldn't get used to this place, yet Zuo Ci acted as though he'd come home. That was more than a little bizarre.
"Of course I'm an outsider. I only got to Gotham half a month before you."
"And you've already settled in this well? Your adaptability is ridiculous."
"It's nothing special, really. Mostly, I owe it to the wonderful mental state my happy past gave me."
"Your past?"
At that, Jack suddenly realized Zuo Ci really hadn't said much about his life before coming here.
He was very curious what kind of upbringing could turn someone into this particular breed of jackass.
"Yeah, my old life. Man, talking about it really brings back