Chapter 3 - 3 Is It Stealing If I Steal From A Thief? (2/2)

Still clad in the armor of Rider, Gray entered his ”home” and laid down on the island bench, the hard wooden bench supported the weight of him and his armor.

He looked around at the pantry filled with snacks and canned goods and sighed at the last ȧsset he owned in this world disappearing as he used his last fifty dollar note to buy these supplies.

Until he found an actual source of income, he had to live off canned foods and packaged chips and snacks. It was fun for the first few days, but after the fifth day the taste of canned soup became rather bland, and the sloppy liquid almost made Gray hurl as he ingested it with less vigor than a sleepy sloth.

”I need to find a place of employment. Anywhere in Gotham City is out of the question as it is both the territory of the Bats, as well as the crime capital of the world. For now, I need to obtain a large amount of money, preferably cash, as its untraceable and doesn't leave a cyber trail”.

Gray sighed and closed his eyes in thought.

He could rob a bank, but that make him a target for both the Bat Family as well as any member of the Justice League. Becoming an enemy of the Batman would mean becoming the enemy of all the other members of the Justice League.

It did however, align him with members of Gotham's crime syndicate.

Being closer to the Falcone Family, as well as the countless other villains that walked Gotham's streets.

The Penguin.... The Joker.... Harley Quinn.... Scarecrow.... Poison Ivy..... Mr Freeze..... Red Hood..... Solomon Grundy..... The Riddler.... where just the famous criminals that Batman had faced in the past. This didn't include others that were from outside Gotham, just the ones that were created here.

If Gray decide to become a villain, it would automatically make him an enemy of the Justice League, and therefore a criminal in the eyes of the populace.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head at the thought.

”Becoming a villain wouldn't be good for my life expectancy in this world. I'd either be forced to do things that even I'm not okay with, or someone would try and do it to me instead”.

Gray let out a loud exhale and rolled onto the floor like a lazy Tamamo Cat.

”How am I supposed to get by in this world. Someone with no other ID except the one I've got on me and no money except for the last fifty dollars I spent on food and supplies..... if only some of that illegal money could make its way over to me-! That's it!”.

Gray stood up, his eyes wide open as he gazed out the broken window and listened to the sound of cop cars chasing criminals.

”If I can't make money through a job, and I can't steal money from banks, then I'll just steal it from those who steal it first! If I take just enough off the top when I hand the thieves in, the cops will just believe that another member of their group took the rest! They won't suspect me in the slightest!”.

Gray nodded his head in agreement with his own statement and smiled at his thought.

He believed it to be quite a smart one, at least at the beginning.

Little did he know, that his first ”heist” would result in meeting someone he wouldn't forget for a long, long time.