Twelve Baskets Food Bank
"Some of the other guys from Arkham? Big status issues. It chafes at them to be footnotes, to be bit players, to be forgotten. And a lot of them are flashy types, big egos; makes sense for them." The floor undulates as Ratcatcher’s rodent army crawls over itself, their bellies full.
"Me and my family? We love being forgotten. Left to our own devices, to feed and gather. This city forgets so much, leaves so much behind. More for us." He gestures casually at the ruined pantry behind him. "What better place to be a scavenger than Gotham? Here, this is for you."
Many of the items here have been chewed through... even the rusted metal!