After graduating from magic school, I had no idea what to do with my life, so I decided to take a graduation trip first. After a scalper swindled me out of all my money, I had to borrow 50 dollars from a homeless man on the street to set up a breakfast stall and make ends meet.
The Crucio soup noodles I made were so awful that Balloon Man overturned my stall. I went over to argue and got slapped. I took the opportunity to fall to the ground, where the righteous detective Gordon happened to see me. After he mediated, the other guy paid me 100 dollars in compensation.
My net income from today's stall: 50 dollars. Feeling great.
The next day, I set up my stall outside a nightclub. Just as I was handing my Quick-Recovery Soup to the Penguin, Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne, came by looking for fun. He took pity on me and pulled out a wad of cash, telling me to get lost.
My net income from today's stall: 100 dollars. Feeling great.
On the third day, at the suggestion of my sewer-dwelling roommate, Killer Croc, I went to sell Flying Sand and Rolling Stones Fried Rice outside Arkham Asylum. I hadn't expected business to be so slow there, either. Just as I was crouching in a corner, frowning over my troubles, the ground collapsed and a strange-looking man crawled out. After Scarecrow collapsed from food poisoning, Arkham Asylum gave me an award for bravery.
My net income from today's stall: 200 dollars. Feeling great.
On the fourth day, I moved to a new spot and started selling late-night snacks across from the police station. The Joker happened to pass by and tried my carefully prepared Exploding Snail-Rice Noodles. He praised my cooking, saying I was a top-notch chef. We were both delighted, and he gave me ten bomb balls as payment.
I turned around and sold the bombs on the black market. My net income from today's stall: 1,000 dollars. Feeling great.
Later, I discovered that the simple people of Gotham particularly loved dining and dashing. I was furious. I swore to spread black magic to every corner of Gotham and let the green light of my Big Melon spell illuminate every room in Arkham Asylum.
From then on, by day I was a hard-working street vendor. By night, I was a vigilante who went after people who dined and dashed, affectionately known to the people of Gotham as "The Arbiter."
[Reader's Guide]
1. There is a romance plot. Everyone has a one-sided crush, and the ending has no CP.
Theme: Hard work brings wealth
