Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

I crossed.

Before time travel, I didn’t actually read too many American comics, because it wasn’t popular at home when I was young, and I didn’t get into it for various reasons when I grew up.Anyway, until I became a glorious and humble social animal, I only watched a few big Marvel movies with my girlfriend during college. After watching it, I felt that the special effects were very cool. That who and that who are very handsome, Black Widow is so beautiful , and then gone.

I didn't even know the roles.

So much so that my cognition of the world after crossing is divided into three stages.

At first, I thought I came to the United States in a parallel world, and I dressed as the son of a wealthy couple.My parents are the kind of upper-class people who only appear in capitalist movies. They look like dogs in suits and ties. They disappeared every day when I was a baby.But after my eyes were fully developed and I could see clearly what my house looked like, my anger at being a left-behind child disappeared.

——If you can grow up as an only child and inherit hundreds of millions of property, what bicycle do you need!

My goal in life is to live to adulthood and become a playboy who is useless to society but also harmless!

However, it didn't take long for my beautiful vision of the future to be shattered. My parents were able to give birth to another son in the midst of their busy schedules, my brother Bruce Wayne.

Does the name sound familiar?

However, the duplication rate of foreigners is relatively high, and there are eight hundred if not one thousand people named Bruce.I don't care about this, I only care about whether my brother wants to compete with me for the family property.At this time, countless rich and bloody plots floated in my heart, so that every time I saw Bruce, I felt uneasy.

My mother thought that I liked my brother so I went to see him every day, so I asked the housekeeper to divide the task of taking care of my brother in half.

Gan.

Let one Douding who can only eat take care of the other, the Wayne couple have no heart.

But I still reluctantly made a good relationship with my younger brother. After all, this determines whether we will wear a pair of pants to be promoted to CEO, win Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life, or whether it is too urgent for the second dragon to win the heir.

I have ambitions, but social animals are too bitter, and my ambitions are not enough to support me to fight for the family business every day like my parents.

If Bruce has this ambition... until then.

My carefree childhood lasted until I found out what my parents were up to.

To be honest, before time travel, I didn’t feel that I was a responsible and moral person. There are many mediocre people in the world, and I am just one of them.But Gotham, this city, has completely subverted my perception of society, and every year I grow up, it refreshes my three views.

I used to think there was nothing worse in the world than living in Sin City at home.

The big deal is to go out less in the future, the big house at home is not enough for me to waste.

As a result, I later discovered that my parents were part of this quagmire. They were extraordinarily rich and corrupt beyond imagination, as if they were the thickest root system in the silt that provided nutrients for the evil flower.

Gan.

Although I was still swearing, I was actually panicking in my heart.It turned out that my normally amiable parents were also two beasts in clothes, taking away the future of children like me when I couldn't see, and my joy and happiness were built on the bones of those innocent people.

I've had nightmares since then.The dream is very full of Buddhist and Taoist thoughts and spirits that have been nurtured in the previous life. It emphasizes a karmic cycle of retribution, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. Sooner or later, those innocent souls will grab my family by the neck and take us to hell.

But I dare not tell anyone about my poor sleep, and I can't tell my parents, because I am actually afraid of my parents.

Only Bruce knew that I was tossing and turning at night, he would sneak me hot milk from the kitchen, and he would try to excuse the housekeeper to let me sleep a little longer when I got up in the morning.I really didn't love this younger brother in vain, he is the only conscience left in my family.

I'm probably not a good person, but I'm not the kind of person who can accept these things with peace of mind.The education I have received before is not that people will not kill themselves, nor is it lying on the city like a leech waiting to suck everyone's blood dry.

The motherland I once taught me is freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law, but now I can't see it at all.

I hate this life more and more, if only I hadn't been born, if I didn't time travel after I died in my previous life.

I also hate Gotham, and my parents.

It is they who do not leave a way for good people to survive, and let me suffer in such pain.

As the saying goes, if you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

It is impossible for me to kill myself for this reason.Although there is a side of him who has seen too much coldness in the world and can't help but eat salted fish waiting to die, but he also has the temperament and ruthlessness flowing in his blood.

I still remember a sentence in the Chen Sheng Wu Guang Uprising: If you die today, you will die, and if you plan to do something, you will die. Waiting for death, is it possible to die the country?

The Waynes!I am no longer a human being!

Even if I die, I will pull two backs!

Yes, I plan to conspire with the butler Alfred to kill my parents.

This idea spans too much and is not so civilized and harmonious.

But I'm holding back so hard, I've seen how the Waynes treat people, and I can't stand this.

Maybe I'm out of my mind, but there's no psychiatrist in Gotham who can fix me, but by the time I realize what I'm doing, the plan is already in place.

It was a dark and stormy night in Crime Lane.

I don't really want to recall exactly what happened.

Anyway, according to the plan, I was supposed to finish it off with my parents and go to hell and have fun, and my brother Bruce Wayne would inherit the family business and become the most beautiful kid in Gotham.My brother is very good-looking, and he will definitely become an arsonist when he grows up. I hope he can treat the girls better, at least get together and get together, otherwise there may be a hatchet ending.

But the plan I designed for the first time in my life, which cost me almost all my mind from childhood to adulthood, went wrong in the most critical steps.

—I didn't die.

Four people, three dead.

I am not dead.

My brother, Bruce Wayne, went to God for me.

fuck it.

I suspect that I may have gone crazy during that time, anyway, the mood is definitely not normal.Alfred and I, the two remaining members of the Wayne family, hurt each other while supporting each other, stumbling through those difficult days.

Facts have proved that people don't know what they will do unless they are forced to do it.

I killed three people and it will never be the last three.

I still loathe this city, and I want her to sink more easily and stop dragging up and down and making everyone sad.

I gotta be the one who rules Gotham.Then she will be reborn in my hands.

At this moment, my understanding of the world entered the second stage.

My butler made one for me. In the normal world, if I didn’t go to the comics to exhibit cosplay, it would definitely be regarded as a uniform for neuropathy.

At that moment it dawned on me!This is actually a beautiful comic world!

No wonder there is such an outrageous city as Gotham!

So who am I?

I looked at the black armor with two ears in my hand and fell into thought.

... This style of painting is a bit familiar. Could it be Batman?

Wake up!Although I haven't watched DC, is Batman a villain? !If he was a villain, would I see his image in my little nephew's all-ages comic book!

I'm definitely not Batman.But maybe we're infringing on Batman.I hope DC can't cross-border law enforcement.

So when Alfred asked me if I wanted to use the bat as a code name, I firmly refused him.

"Night Owl." I saw the strange bird stopping on the treetop and said mockingly, "Call me Ye Owl."

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