[Western Crossover] After Entering Gotham with My Friends and Family

Here's what happened: I transmigrated while playing a game called Reaper Simulator.

After transmigrating, I discovered that the game I'd been playing had become real. Though I was technically still human, every night I turned into a reaper who had to meet a quota by collecting names for the death list.

With crime-ridden London and the wholesome folks of Gotham, I had more than enough work to meet my quota, level up in style, and enjoy a real-life cheat-code existence.

Even better, it seemed my friends and family had transmigrated into the game with me, each getting a different job card.

*

But there was a problem: my game started throwing errors like crazy, and its death rate suddenly became wildly inaccurate.

On top of that, people kept having prophetic dreams and dodging death, forcing me to stage Final Destination-style chain killings.

And in Gotham, there was Jason, who had clearly died but still managed to crawl out of his coffin and return to the land of the living.

One resurrection was enough to wipe out every bit of experience I'd spent a year painstakingly saving.

The absurdity didn't end there. It was only the beginning.

From that day onward, more people connected to Jason would keep coming back from the dead.

Me: ? Do you people think the Grim Reaper is a joke?

So I rushed to Gotham overnight to take down the culprit and nip the danger in the bud.

But why is this guy so damn hot…?

*

A few months later.

Me, with my face buried in his chest: Here, kitty, kitty. Who came up with the idea of making someone like the Red Hood a boyfriend?

“What's wrong?”

The cool guy with black hair streaked with color ran a hand over his boyfriend's head, bent down to kiss my forehead, and asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”

Me, surrounded by pink hearts: “I'm just a little hungry.”

Jason: “What do you want to eat? I'll make it.”

Me: “, You!!!”

Jason laughed. His chest trembled slightly with it, and the sound made my eardrums tingle.

He lowered his head to look at me, taking his time as he said, “Sure.”

I switched off my phone, which the Holmeses had been bombarding with messages, and decided to live in the moment with my fingers in my ears: Gotham is way too much fun. I'm not going back to London for dinner!

By the way, I also found my best friends in Gotham. They'd transmigrated here too, and not only did they have all kinds of Systems, they were eager to help me grind points and level up. I finally had an external brain!

So!

Goodbye, brothers and sisters, Mom and Dad. Your kid is moving to Gotham!

[The main story is told in third person. The main setting is Gotham, with the London storyline appearing in the middle and later parts.]

[P.S. A warning: Tyrannosaurus is the kind of friend-group bully who isn't very bright. Don't let his fake-smart act fool you! Especially when he's with his friends, who serve as his external brain: the husky gives up thinking altogether. Since the whole group transmigrates, the friends get a lot of story time! If that's not your thing, please feel free to drop the story and cut your losses.]

[Lots of headcanons, serious out-of-character portrayals, and a completely chaotic timeline. Written for stress relief, so the logic is dead.]

[Inspired by an undeveloped side plot from my Western Crossover story, The Fourth Calamity. I've wanted to expand and rewrite it for a long time, so I finally started this one. You can consider it a parallel world. You don't need to have read the previous story.]

*Check out my friend's story, Survival at Sea: I Have a Luxury Cruise Ship Full of Food, and my friend's ongoing story, That Spider-Man, by Hao San.

*Upcoming story: Wayne, But Utterly Ordinary [Western Crossover]

Lanstod Wayne is a Wayne who inherited none of his father's virtues, apart from his good looks.

Compared to the rich kids who squander money and cause trouble all day, the low-key, lazy Lanstod is already pretty decent. But in the Wayne family, he's extraordinarily ordinary.

His father, brothers, and even the butler all lead double lives, one by day and one by night. Even the family cat and dog have secret identities. Lanstod, despite knowing everything, can only say, “I support you, I understand, and I'm going to lie flat.”

Lanstod loves sleeping. He doesn't want to stay up late to fight crime, and he doesn't want to work, either.

Lanstod can't stand the exhaustion of training. He doesn't love Gotham, and he has no desire to help people.

Especially after Jason died, all Lanstod wanted was to coast through life, enjoy himself while he could, and avoid the family's nighttime activities.

Lanstod happily finished college and prepared to explore even more of life's pleasures.

Then one day, he saw a countdown to death hovering over his family's heads, invisible to everyone else.

At the same time, Lanstod began having frequent dreams. He dreamed his father would kill the Joker.

Batman would become the world-ending Batman Who Laughs, and his little brother would turn into a feral Robin.

From his lively eldest brother Dick, to Tim, who could go days without sleep and still make it to work, to Alfred, and then the entire city of Gotham: no one would survive!

Even his second brother, who had crawled out of his grave a few years ago and become a tall, handsome hunk with amazing abs and a great waist, and who had slept with Lanstod while keeping his identity secret, would die, come back to life, and die again!

Lanstod, dreaming every night, sat bolt upright in his sleep: “Aah! Let go of the Joker and let me at him!”

*

Before he saw the countdown, Lanstod: One great day at a time. The Joker and Batman have nothing to do with me.

Life philosophy: Enjoy the moment.

After seeing the countdown and getting nightly dreams from the world's consciousness, which was worried it was about to be doomed, Lanstod: Fine, I get it. I'll work hard, okay?

Life philosophy: Take down the Joker, save the world, then have an amazing time with Jason.

*

“But...”

Lanstod timidly raised a hand. “Have you thought about how I'm supposed to save the world?”

As a bona fide useless nepo baby, Lanstod couldn't imagine how he was supposed to stop the Joker from destroying the world while keeping Batman under control.

[I can lend you my power,] said the consciousness of Gotham, which had found him. [As for what to do next, we can discuss it with them.]

“Them?”

[Metropolis has joined the group chat.]

[New York has joined the group chat.]

[Bludhaven has joined the group chat…]

Lanstod slowly typed a question mark.

Lanstod x Jason

Mutual pining, first love for both

Lanstod is a very laid-back, all-talk king who'll bite if you push him too far.

Theme: Love and friendship can heal the heart