Live from Gotham: Life with a Mysterious Clock Head

I've lost my memory. I don't know what happened, but looking at the result, I've lost my memory. Not only that, my head has permanently left me. After living for a while in this world, where things always seem a little off, I seriously suspect that someone has set me up through a directive. I have to name that one fellow who keeps beeping and manipulating other people's lives. Still, life here is pretty peaceful, except that I occasionally have to risk my life mediating conflicts between all kinds of bizarre factions... Damn it! What part of this is peaceful?!!! And besides... I haven't done anything! I'm a good person! Stop suspecting me!! * Batman's gaze suddenly sharpened behind his mask. Recently, strange organizations have cropped up in Gotham and other cities. They all have their own factions, yet seem to share some mysterious connection. ...Things are starting to get strange. The clues behind all these anomalies seem to point to someone who spends all day moving between different organizations and can only go beep-beep. * LCB is in a state of collapse. Their Executive Manager vanished right in front of their eyes with a sudden “boop.” Their red-eyed guide sighed in pain, looking like he was thinking, “It's so hard to work.” The flow has been cut off by something. He can't see Dante anymore. Has something happened to the Manager? Idiot, don't jinx the Manager! Miss Faust, have you ever encountered something like this? The Sinners' babbling abruptly stopped. The guide, who had been reporting to his superiors, discovered that they had all collapsed on the ground. At least that proved the manager of the bus department was still alive. Anyway, they should look for him first... * I'm an idiot, so I can't write anything too clever (sob). If any characters get dumb, it's definitely my fault (sob). There are too many versions of Bats, so this Gotham is full of a lethal dose of my own headcanon. If anything is especially ridiculous, that's my fault too ( Theme: Live on in a land of honest, simple folk