Spending Summer Vacation in Gotham

[A self-indulgent story, truly no pairings, just a bunch of morally chaotic fun-seekers] The year I turned eighteen, my mom told me my dad was Gotham's beloved Brucie. I was going to spend that year's summer vacation in Gotham. Me: ? Here's the problem: My dad is a Gothamite from the US. My family produces all kinds of bat- and bird-themed vigilantes, and everyone loves to patrol the streets at night. And I'm a cultivator from the modern era. I'm a sword cultivator. 1. Yes, the old man has become a dad again and again and again. 2. Modern cultivation. Everything here is made up by me. 3. The heroine's wife is a sword. Sword cultivators have no feelings or partners. 4. Remember to check the comments for a dose of fun. 5. Everyone really is a fun-seeker. 6. Though it's in the title, the main story also covers winter vacation. (orz) Coming Soon: [Western Crossover] My Reversal System Emmaris crawled out of an alley filled with dirty water. Her head was covered in blood, she had no memories, and her right hand clutched a lawyer's badge. Her phone was vibrating madly nearby. An alarm reminded her that the “Wayne Heir Murder Trial” was about to begin, while she, the lawyer, couldn't even remember her full name. A “tap tap tap tap” sounded in her mind, followed by a punchy BGM. A crudely drawn game dialogue box appeared before her eyes: “August 3, 9:47 a.m.” “Gotham Courthouse, Back Alley” “Emmaris: Sniffle, sniffle... I'm so nervous.” Emmaris, who had no idea what was going on: ??? Theme: Find happiness in ordinary life