[Western Crossover] The Language of Flowers for Risking Your Life Is Selling Out to Stay Safe

* Born from playing Identity V way too much. The game characters are absolutely out of character. This is a hard sell!

* I write whatever I dream up.

* Contains lots of dark and vulgar jokes. Read with caution.

* A hodgepodge of DC comics and other series, with my own interpretations.

* I refuse to bash game or superhero characters. If you genuinely hate any superheroes or Identity V characters, please don't click in, and don't leave a comment telling me. I'll delete your unfriendly comment and sincerely ask you to leave and find your kindred spirits elsewhere.

I was reborn on the day I ran to the cipher machine left for the endgame to use Tide Turner on my teammate. In my previous life, my squad kept making mistakes until we were wiped out. This time, I'm taking back everything that belongs to me!

Grave Keeper Andrew had been waiting behind a tree for a while. He watched the Manor's Nightmare patrol its territory like a giant rooster. He remembered how, in his last match, he had been hit and intercepted, resulting in a double down. This time, he wouldn't greed for cipher progress. He'd hidden near the chair early.

This time, nothing would go wrong.

The explosive chair's detonation device was already a quarter of the way charged. It was time!

Andrew's underground slide tackle was perfectly executed. Tide Turner took effect, and he was now outside Nightmare's attack range. With the rescue bonus from Tide Turner, all Andrew had to do was pull his teammate off the chair to make a clean rescue.

Turn the tide of the match!

[Terror Shock]

Andrew's last memory was Ms. Faro's disappointed face as she sat in the chair.

Sorry, I forgot to watch out for Blink.

Andrew closed his eyes.

*

"Why am I so unlucky in this life?" Joanna was tied to a chair, covered in ticking bombs. In the mirror in front of her, she saw the countdown reach its final minute. "Batman above, next life I want to be rich."

If she'd been rich, she wouldn't have run into the Joker's gang while working overtime at a team-building event.

"Oh, Joanna, poor Joanna!" A pale, smiling face appeared beside her reflection in the mirror. The man in a green-and-purple suit smiled and wiped away nonexistent tears. "Little Bat's busy saving someone else, and you, dear little Joanna, he's abandoned you! Why are you still saying 'Batman above'? He can't save you. Poor little Bat can't save anyone! Not even himself! Hahahahaha! You can beg Uncle Joker, though. Uncle Joker can help you!"

Joanna glanced sideways at the Joker, who was covering his face and laughing at his own joke, and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Please, I hope you choke on your own drink one day. Now that would be a huge joke."

Tick, tick.

Even Joanna, an upstanding citizen of Gotham, was finally beginning to feel afraid. Would it hurt a lot? She was terrified of pain. When she'd been mugged before, someone had hit her in the back with a club, and she'd cried in secret for a month because it hurt so much... Would the explosives tear her apart? From her chest to her head? Joanna hoped she'd already be brain-dead when it happened, so she could avoid the pain that was about to come.

Suddenly, someone burst out of the ground! The Joker, who had been about to leave the scene before the explosion, was sent flying by an elbow!

Tick. The countdown reached its final second.

Amid the deafening explosion, Joanna felt a broad figure shielding her. She heard a hoarse, tearful voice whisper in her ear.

"I tanked the hit... woo..."

Premise: Tide Turner really turned the tide that day.