[Western Crossover] My Years as a □□ in Gotham

[Announcement: This novel will go VIP on Friday, February 10. The chapters changing to VIP start at Chapter 25, and there'll be a 10,000-word update on launch day! P.S. The novel is complete.] What's worse than transmigrating into a superhero world? Landing in Gotham. You think that's as bad as it gets? How naive. As the saying goes, whenever you think you've finally hit rock bottom, reality can still make your vision go black all over again. Hilda knows this all too well. Being mayor is far from the worst job in the world. But when you have to pay out of your own pocket to rebuild Gotham, things change dramatically. Gotham is in ruins, and the city hall is broke. Hilda: Yikes. To Batman, Hilda Hall is strange. There's a distance about her, as if she doesn't belong in this world. She's done a lot, but none of it was for herself. Still, he can't deny that Hilda has brought Gotham a brighter future. The citizens of Gotham don't see it in such a complicated way. They raise their glasses at the pub and toast, “To the great Mayor Hall!” As for Gotham's supervillains... Oh, sorry. The dead can't give their opinions. 1. I ate the timeline. The timeline in the American comics is an absolute mess, so the story's own version is what matters here. 2. Apart from the protagonist's abilities, this has basically nothing to do with Assassin's Creed. 3. The protagonist has no romantic pairing. A wage slave has no time for love. [I'd also like to recommend another story in my author profile: [Western Crossover] The Hero's Retirement Plan Coming soon: [Western Crossover] The Sword Cultivator Has Something to Say Theme: No effort goes unrewarded, and every moment of perseverance will bring its own reward.