More or less an obviously evil Batkid, with no doubt whatsoever that he's either a Batkid or evil.
Anyway, this is a somewhat weird little comedy. I wrote it after seeing a new issue at the hospital and getting upset. The author isn't very familiar with the awful things DC has done to characters outside the Bat-family, so little angels familiar with other works are welcome to send me their OOC, unhinged comics or animations. I'll check them out and rant about DC myself.
DC, Batman's adopted son with no blood relation.
Before arriving in Gotham, it was a company. It once created countless brilliant works, but step by step, it fell into decline.
Countless readers who loved the world it depicted were left with boundless resentment. Their resentment gathered together and, instead of becoming the Evil Sword Immortal, became “I Am Darkness, I Am Vengeance, I Am the System.”
“I Am Darkness, I Am Vengeance, I Am the System” extracted the nonexistent corporate soul of DC, roughly molded it into a human shape, and stuffed it into the world it had created, now fallen into ruin. To leave, it had to dispel the readers' resentment...
“So does it really have to be like this?” DC cowered in a corner, trembling.
“Of course,” said the System, holding a gun. “We'll start with the Wayne Parents Protection Society and the Flashpoint Little Bruce Protection Society. You must be shot again and again until every last one of them is satisfied...”
So why can't hatred be the central theme of a story...
Theme: Humans should spread love and beauty.
