Plot: The reader gets visited by Victor Zsasz to analyse a bullet that he found, he had tried to find out for himself but there was a dead end. The reader however is known in gotham to work at an antique store and regularly gets visited by all types of people.
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Waking up everyday to be an adult is tiring but life goes on and i'd rather not be homeless. Up and go before I fall asleep again. Whats worse i have to open up as Mary, the lovely lady that owns the store isn't here for the next couple of days, she'll be back in 2 days, not long.
I get up with a huff and make my way over to my squeaky wardrobe, grimacing as it creaks. I pull out a pair of trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Flats are my best bet as who knows how long ill be on my feet. I sit at my desk and gently take out the curlers, ensuring they are brushed out propperly. Taking two silver clips I pull my hair away from my face, last time i didn't I ended up eating it, it was not fun.
I slip my shoes on and get my bag, it has everything in it, include 3 month old reciepts and rubbish hat I mean to throw away but get too lazy when I have time to do it. House keys, car keys, phone, shop keys i think thats it. I'll be fucked if its not oh well.
I lock up and get In my car, throwing my bag in the passanger seat before jamming the keys in the ignition and making my journey to work. Watching the buildings go by, people going about there buisness at 7:30 am. Its almost monotonus, same shit different day, if I'm lucky I might see a dead guy in the alley beside the shop. Occasionally, Selina has tea with me on my lunch break, if shes not busy that is. I manage to parallel park without smacking the steering wheel in fustration, it's the little things that count right?
I reluctantly get out of my car and open up shop. I'm too short to actually push the shutter up quietly so I shove it with a decent amount of force, it bangs at the top. One day the bastard is going to come down, the stick I used to use to push it up got stolen so, I have to be violent with it. Last time i didn't push it up with enough force i had to go in the back, get a chair, to stand on said chair to push up the rest of the shutter because the door doesn't open otherwise. I unlock the door and dash for the alarm system, its a high pitched wailing sound. It grates on you very, very quickly. I sigh and make a cup of tea in a comicly large mug, more like a bowl but i digress. I check the pick ups for today, Margret is collecting a wardrobe at 10, Albert Is collecting a 1918 side table at 10:15, Maria is collecting a 1878 necklace at 10:20 and David Is collecting a Ruger Blackhawk in the 357 magnum caliber at 10:25. Not many collections.
I hear the bell ding to see a mr Victor Zsasz at 9:30 am, wow 2 hours doing nothing.
"Hello Mr Zsasz is there anything i can help you with?" I ask in my contasting british accent.
"Yes you can. I found this bullet and was wondering if you colud help me fing the gun it was fired from. Its pretty unique not from Gotham thats for sure." he replies leaning on the counter.
I take the bullet from him and inspect it.
"Hmm, i might be able to, no promises, how long do you have?" I ask
"I can leave it with you but the boss wants it by 7pm." He says
"Right i'll do what i can" I nod.
"Wonderful." he claps his hands together the leather of his gloves squeeking quietly.
He walks to the door, the bell dings as he leaves
"Later" he says with a smirk before the door closes, waving as he walks past the window. I wave back politly.
Son of bitch I know who this belongs to.
I pull a piece of paper out of the notebook and start to make notes.
'Russia circa 1943, potentially Siberia area. No. 5433, Viper a.k.a.'
Then I get interrupted by Margret for her wardrobe, so I put the bullet in my pocket and help shift it into the van parked out front. Back to what i was doing before I got interupted, or not. Ding the bell goes before i've had chance to sit down so I collect all of the stuff that's being collected and put it behind the counter, periodically they all file in and collect their items. I get back to writing about the bullet. I read what ive written
'Russia circa 1943, potentially Siberia area. No. 5433, Viper a.k.a. agent David Thorn. Last known number: +7 411 975-34-23 (Fake number), potential current number: +1 212 763-9826 (Fake number), Last seen in New York. Company: Hydra.'
The bell rings and its 12:45, I only now realise my stomach rumbles, need food. As im the only one in the store I need to stay out in the shop floor to make sure nothing gets stolen. Praying and begging they leave quickly so I can get food. With a smile i wave them off and shift from the stool from behind the counter to make my way to the back. One cup of tea and a sandwich from the fridge later i hear the bell ring, I shuffle from the back to the counter.
Victors back, observing the guns on display.
"Hi, I've done that i can i hope its useful" I say handing out the bullet and note.
He turns on his heels and walk to the counter.
"Thanks" he smirks taking it.
"No problem." I smile.
He turns back around and makes his way out of the door. The day seemed to drag by and soon enough I could go home, have dinner, then sleep. I lock my door behind me and get changed.
