A Writer Stuck In Gotham

Chapter 1

Gotham, a city where around every corner, there's a criminal. Or at least that's how it seems. I was just someone looking for a place to stay, and a job to keep me going. I knew all about the criminal activity in the city. I knew how dark and dreary it could get. And yet, it never turned me away. Granted, that could be because of my past, but that doesn't matter. I'm not that person anymore.

I thought Gotham would be a good place for inspiration. I was right. There are so many places that have given me so many ideas for my book. I often visit the forests around the city. It helps me clear my mind of what's going on outside and helps me focus on my book. It also helps me get into the mood for writing.

Another place I go for inspiration is the coffee shop next door to my apartment. It has a warm feel to it. I always feel comfortable writing there. I even have a space I go to write. It's between two bookshelves in the far back corner of the room.

When I sit there I have an entire outlook of the place. I have the perfect view through the window. It looks out into the streets and into the forest. I sometimes like to watch the leaves sway in the wind and get lost in thought. That is normally when I think of a great scene for my book and quickly write it down.

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Walking down the street from my average sized apartment, I hurried off to my job. I was running a little late because my alarm didn't go off when I wanted it to. "Stupid alarm," I thought as I reached the bar that I worked at. Stepping in, I was instantly hit with the smell of stale spilled beer and cigarette smoke.

"Yep. Still smells like crap." I grumbled under my breath.

My job isn't anything special, I'm simply a bartender. The bar that I work at is pretty quiet, not a whole lot goes on there. I think it's known for being a quiet one. Most people who go there, are just looking for some peace and quiet, and obviously a drink... or two. Nonetheless, I like it here.

"Glad you decided to show up," my boss, Lance, teased.

"Sorry... My alarm. It... It didn't go off at the right time..... I had a late start," I apologized, hoping that I didn't upset him.

"It's okay, Renay! I was just teasing. I trusted that you'd get here eventually and it's not like we get a lot of people in the morning," Lance reassured me.

I let out a big sigh and thanked him. He gave me a pat on the back and went back into his office. Once he was gone, I quickly clocked in and hung up my coat. By the time I had gotten behind the bar, one of our regulars walked in and sat down.

"Usual?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"Yep," She quickly replied.

She attempted to chat with me saying she was struggling to get through her school work. Her professor supposedly had given out way too much work; thus, she was struggling to get it done. I tried giving her a pat on the back, which probably didn't help her situation.

"To my failing grades!" She loudly exclaimed, taking a big swig of her drink.

As soon as Robyn was done with her drink, she paid and left. After that, nothing too exciting happened. Until lunch time. I decided to go get a sub from the sandwich shop a few blocks down.

Walking into the shop, I recognized someone who was waiting in line. It was Rosa Cabrera. She lives in the apartment next to mine. Rosa had somehow become my friend after an awkward encounter in the hallway of our apartment. She is a small girl who is always super kind to me. We'll get together every once in awhile just to catch up on life.