When we open our eyes and close our eyes, we find that we have landed in Gotham. It sounds very doomed and it is actually doomed, but don't worry, we can choose to ask the Justice League for help.
The shadow that hangs over the city is not the familiar shape of a bat, but the gaze of an owl that follows us in the middle of the night.
The Night Owl's wings spread across Gotham.
Haha, it's ball three, we're hopeless.
Do you think becoming a link in the gray industry chain is the limit? No, no, no, we can still die because of gunfire before being paid tribute to Night Owl, hahahaha.
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I died twice. Once I met Thomas Wayne Jr., And once I burst into tears looking at the man standing next to Bruce.
The text uses first and third person alternately
If you eat too many bat cubs, please give me some owl cubs(?). My best wishes to the Wayne family.
Motto: Love can indeed bring miracles
