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Peter didn't think most days. Often times he'd go through the day in a daze, whether because of hunger, exhaustion, or excitement for the night ahead. His week started on Monday, like most people. He'd wake up on his too bare mattress shivering, to the sound of wild pigeons cooing from the roof. He'd walk over to his small gas stove and make himself a "hearty" breakfast of whatever he could find the day before (often instant ramen or microwave meals). He'd walk downstairs to the one working bathroom in the entire building, Mr. Mack was a plumber and somehow got his to work and would shower in freezing cold water. After changing and getting ready for work. He'd walk out the building avoiding the inevitable police tape and would walk to the Wayne Foundation Outreach Center.
He was always amazed that a place like that even existed, it was a food bank and homeless shelter, but it also had a mall area that had cheap groceries, clothes, and agencies that would help you find jobs and cheap apartments. It was also always expanding so there were always more jobs within the center. Peter had started out at the shelter and once he had regained his health, he registered with the work union and quickly found a job and apartment.
His job was based in manual labour, because he was quite strong, and he would often spend his shift unpacking supplies for the various stores and bringing them to where they needed to be.
Once he finished his shift, he had two options depending on the day, on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, he'd head home make a quick meal and pass out. On Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays however he'd grab something carb packed to eat from the mall and then begin patrolling.