I am an ordinary person living in Gotham. The people here are simple and honest and there are many talented people, but these have nothing to do with me.
I am a city dweller who seems to be isolated from the evils of this city. No matter what happens, it does not affect my ability to amuse my little cuties.
Little Cutie is my cat. I like to call him Treasure. He is a black cat that I picked up from the trash can.
Oh God, I swear, he is the only treasure in my heart and I will love him forever.
I have decided not to marry anyone for the rest of my life and to live with my treasure.
When I was approaching my thirties, a man dressed like a bat broke into my home through a window.
He spoke to me in the modified voice of his voice changer: "Listen, old friend. You know you have to go to Arkham today, right?"
Me: "???"
No sir, who are you?
1. It is not the first person. I am mainly attacking the party, but the "I" in the copywriting only has cats in my heart, so I don't talk about cp, but jump-style friendship.
2. In the parallel world, some people have memories of the main world due to experiencing certain things. "I" = the clown in this world, so there will be no clowns like the main world. Gotham will be easier for the master. There will be no bitterness and hatred. Please avoid lightning by yourself.
Purpose: I just want to tease the master, Clark and the five Robins! ?