My name is Li Lei, and I am now a three-hundred-pound double-door, big-breasted Batman.
The good news is: I traveled through time and became Batman.
The bad news is: I'm not a billionaire Batman, I don't have Robin, I'm just a gang of Crime Alley brothers, and I've thrown the no-kill rule into Gotham Harbor.
The worse news is: the "Batman playing system" in my body is a scam. The core instruction it gives me is that the less Batman I am, the more experience I have and the more rewards I will get.
So I chose to be a good citizen during the day.
He acted bravely when he saw justice, helped the old lady cross the road, obeyed the law, paid taxes on time, and dusted the construction site.
You might see me on the streets of Gotham late at night, beating up the Joker, tearing the Penguin alive, and stuffing the Riddler's head into the toilet.
And tell them: I'm Batman, Gotham's legal vigilante.
This will double the system wool.
Please believe me, I am really a good Batman.
But Arkham didn't agree, the villains didn't agree, and neither did that old man Gordon.
They looked at this black hunk with ridiculous muscles than Bane, and asked from their souls: "Are you crazy, or is Gotham crazy?"
Until one rainy night, I crushed half of Penguin's teeth, opened up his arsenal, and sat down on him...
The communicator rang.
"Batman... Arkham... Something happened in Arkham... Someone hacked the entire island's security..."
I looked down at the Penguin whose crotch was crumpled into mud, and then looked up at the lunatic asylum in the distance in the rain.
I clenched my fists.
The darkness of Gotham, starting today, is mine
Reader comments
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The connotation of absolute Batman is in it
Come on, author, this good book will become a hit
I've read three chapters and I personally think it's quite interesting. Good luck to the author.
Very good story