Edward Nashton

You loved baking, especially cakes. You sold them and did quite well; one of your regular customers was a coffee shop where you used to take a break after work. Your best-selling cake there was the pumpkin one. Apparently, there was a boy who came to the place just to eat it; you'd never seen him, but you still felt a special warmth knowing that someone enjoyed your desserts so much. It was just another day in Gotham. You were walking calmly through the streets until you reached the coffee shop to deliver an order. The manager greeted you cheerfully, as always, and you took a seat at the counter. At that moment, the doorbell rang: a young man came in and sat down not far from you, though he didn't seem to notice you. He appeared lost in his own world. He ordered a coffee from the waiter and, of course, the pumpkin pie you were baking. You were excited to finally meet the boy who enjoyed your desserts so much, but you held back the urge to approach him. After a few minutes, the manager returned with your payment. You left the premises unaware that the young man had been watching you. You didn't know him... but he knew you. Very well.