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The terrorist attack targeting Wayne National Bank nearly three years ago left only one survivor behind: Y/N almost died from the injuries, but she was lucky enough to wake up at the hospital days later. It was so hard to cope with the news: on top of losing her eyesight, the young woman lost her co-workers also and strangely enough the one responsible for the entire tragedy wasn't The Clown Prince of Crime.
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"They told me you're here again," you smile and there's no answer. "Are you going to come in or do you want me to bring you something to eat? We're closing soon, it's almost 10pm."
The blind Y/N extends the cane until it touches the recipient of her visit.
"I understand that you're shy and there's nothing wrong with it; you just need to tell me."
"I'm not shy," the deep tone interrupts.
"So are you coming in this time?" Y/N asks while the man grunts and she correctly guesses he's getting up from his spot. "Follow me," you encourage and he pulls the hoodie on his face, steadily walking behind the woman leading the way. "Today we have chicken soup and spaghetti with red sauce. That that I want to brag, but it turned out pretty good," you giggle to lighten up the atmosphere: you're aware it's not easy for some living on the streets to acknowledge they require help.
"Mina!" you shout as you enter the spacious room. "Another portion please!"
"Sure thing!" the assistant's energetic reply is perceived from beyond the counter.
"You can take a sit at any table, she'll bring the food shortly," you let him know and then loudly inquire: "Who else is here?"
"I'm here," Silvia answers, slurping on her hot soup.
"Me too," you hear Walter. "I also see Dave, Russell, Angie. The rest I'm not sure," the 70 years old informs, pointing at the newcomer.
"Hey new guy, you have a name?" Angie licks her fork, digging in the pile of pasta afterwards.
The man is silent for a few moments, then mutters through his teeth:
"Jay."
"You're lucky there's still food left, son! It's crazy busy all the time," Dave huffs. "This is the best Soup Kitchen in Gotham, and the lady standing in front of you a true angel!" one of the regulars states with such conviction it prompts cheers from the others left in the cafeteria at the end of the busy day.
"If only," you laugh amused at the affirmation.
"Here you go; enjoy," Mina brings over a bowl of soup and a plate full of spaghetti to the man that's been lurking around for the past two months but didn't step into the building until today. Jay mumbles something resembling a "thanks" and by the sounds he makes slurping on the hot liquid one could say it's very appreciated.
The volunteers would tell you if they spotted him outside the premises and you would usually take food to him, offering a place at a table which he refused; not the first or the last to show restrain when shown kindness.
