My name is Eli. I'm a PhD student at New York University, but I'm actually from Bludhaven.
Not long ago, I met the family of my cop boyfriend, whom I'd been dating for two years.
After receiving all kinds of "blessings" from my boyfriend's father and brothers,
I came to New York to pursue my PhD.
But during my very first week in New York,
I died.
Fuck, no one told me New York was almost as dangerous as Bludhaven.
Well, this is the land of the free, where there's a Q-fight every day.
Just when I thought I was about to bite the dust, a System bound itself to me.
It told me that as long as I completed missions and drew cards, I could stay alive.
And so I began a colorful life no college student should ever have.
By the way, why didn't anyone tell me my boyfriend's whole family were vigilantes?
A socially anxious disaster whose secret identities keep dying in front of superheroes because she's so useless...
After my Nth secret identity died in front of my boyfriend...
"Eli, wait for me next time."
P.S. I'm a terrible writer. This is a short, meandering diary.
Pairing: Bludhaven's finest ass x Eli, the secret identity master.
Written for fun by a high school senior. Updates whenever inspiration strikes.
I've lost track of the timeline, and any out-of-character behavior is my fault.
One last thing: I love the Batfamily.
Theme: Keep moving forward. Don't look back.
