[Western Crossover] I Went Out to Be a Dog, and There's No Retirement

Blurb:

You’re a miserable wage slave in the service industry. You studied the humanities and social sciences, and you figure that’s about as good as your life will get.

Your fate is in heaven’s hands, not your own. After some indescribable being drags you off to the DC Universe to be kept like a goldfish in a bowl, you never have to worry about being unemployed again.

As long as your boss goes to meet Jesus, you can seamlessly move on to your next job. Even HR would approve.

So, the first time around, you’re a civil servant in capitalist Gotham. Not long after the project you personally oversaw is completed, it gets blown sky-high thanks to Gotham’s wholesome local character.

You: ...

The second time, you become an assassin under a feudal slave system. Faced with this godforsaken operation, you diligently keep things running and work hard to help your boss raise his biological child and the kid he took in.

Then you turn around and find the kid he took in has gotten together with your boss.

You: ...

You really can’t stand working this damn job for another day.

Finally, you return to Gotham. Far from that chaotic mess of an organization, you let loose and swear to abuse your power for revenge, kicking everyone’s ass.

Years later, seated behind your desk with your hands folded beneath your chin, you say:

“You won’t even call me Godfather.”

But remember, you’re just an ordinary wage slave.

**The timeline has been heavily altered. Apologies for the OOC. Complete, with extras possibly to come?**

Theme: True heroism is loving life even after seeing it for what it really is.