[Currently, there are 100,000 manuscripts saved. Due to list issues, I will collect 500 before continuing to update]
[The text is in the third person]
My name is Elias Venn.
Theoretically, I should be the great-grandfather of the Wayne family.
But in fact, in order to pay the rent to Director Bailey of the orphanage, I had to do various part-time jobs every month to make money, otherwise my roommate Robin and I would face the risk of being auctioned off.
My daily life is very fulfilling:
9:00AM Go to the beach to set up a stall and sell lemonade mixed with unknown substances to street gangsters. To be honest, I don't understand why this strange drink is so popular. Maybe Gotham people are longing for excitement in their bones?
3:00PM I went to the spa to give the members of the Court of Owls an essential oil spa. They were very generous. Of course, for some guests who touched me, I would "carefully" bury rose seeds in their cervical spines.
6:00PM I was serving porridge in an abandoned church. The priest looked at me more and more strangely. Yesterday, he secretly added "holy water" to my porridge. His fanatical eyes were even scarier than the patients of Arkham.
9:00AM Use diluted blood to water the black roses planted in the garden behind the orphanage, but recently they were suddenly particularly fascinated by a handsome man with white hair on his forehead, which troubled me very much.
11:30PM At midnight, I was counting the coins I earned today to see if they would be enough to pay Dean Bailey's "protection fee" next month. The blood stains on some of the coins had not yet dried, which were left by some unruly guests.
Until I accepted Landry's commission and searched for the black box in the Gotham forest, I unexpectedly met the man who obsessed Black Rose. He seemed cold and dangerous, but I still accepted the invitation and followed him to the safe house in the forest.
And this fierce-looking man not only gave me the only bed, but also pulled out a literary work from the bookshelf. His deep voice carried the vicissitudes of returning from hell, but it strangely soothed my nerves that had been tense all year round.
Later on a rainy night——
Bruce Wayne paid me three million dollars to photograph me. His slender fingers untied the collar around my neck, his movements gentle as if he were handling some treasure.
But when he got closer, I smelled a familiar smell - gunpowder smoke, blood, and the same smell that intoxicated Black Rose.
I raised my face and showed the most perfect smile: "Hello, distinguished guest, your generosity will be rewarded."
But in the darkness, Jason Todd, who had taken this scene into his eyes, only felt a dull pain from the wound on his arm left when feeding Black Rose.
Those damn black roses are getting greedy.
And he also knows very well what kind of existence Elias is——
That seemingly well-behaved boy had something more dangerous than all the madmen in Arkham combined flowing through his veins.
Screenshot of the copy on May 6, 2025
Intention: Going with the flow is also an attitude towards life
