When Bungou Stray Dogs Secret Identities Appear in DC

Transmigrating isn't scary. What's scary is transmigrating somewhere you can't survive.

I transmigrated in a pretty terrible mood, and landed somewhere extremely dangerous: a place full of people wildly using all kinds of supernatural abilities, with plenty of freaks around. A paradise and breeding ground for crime: Gotham.

Fortunately, my transmigration came with a System, which was decent enough to give me one called the Bungo Stray Dogs Character System.

Of course, all the cards in it can be used, and every skill is available.

Me: [A gradually deranged smile.jpg]

If trouble is always going to find me, I might as well go looking for trouble first!

And so...

"Oh dear, your ability isn't working anymore, is it?" The young man with tousled brown hair and M-shaped bangs spoke in a voice as soft as cotton candy, yet brimming with malice like flowing sludge. His deep, empty brown eyes seemed to see right through Poison Ivy. "Be a good girl and tell the truth, or you'll die~";

"Ideals are the key to life!" The blond man, who had torn off a sheet of paper and turned it into a gun, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and aimed at a nonfatal spot on Joker, protecting the innocent second Robin behind him;

"No, that's not it. It's obviously so easy to understand, isn't it?" The young man with proud green eyes, like a pampered house cat, still had a hint of childishness about him, but the truth behind the riddle was plain to see in his eyes;

"Sin is thought, sin is breath. He has escaped these sins. May you break free from the shackles of sin and find salvation for your soul." Looking down at the man dead on the ground, the frail young man in a white felt hat wore a faintly mocking smile;

Theme: Prevent tragedy from happening.