Hello, my name is Serge. By a strange coincidence, I was stuffed into a shell that looked like a younger version of Bruce Wayne. The moment I opened my eyes, I was already in the alley of Gotham.
Goldfinger? If you are referring to the real Bruce Wayne who always shares the sight of me in my mind, I think so.
Gotham needed a Batman, so here I am.
Well, even though I'm a dabbler. (Batman's teachings are always with me, can you please sign up directly!)
But I always feel that those Robins look at me in a strange way, I can't say.
"The Batmobile will collapse if you drive like this. The rope is still fixed with a winch and it doesn't look very reliable..."
"Drive over."
"But... This..."
"Drive over."
"... Goodbye Batmobile!... Why does the car fish the wall, cow."
A novel filled with my own selfish thoughts that I came up with while playing Arkham Knight. CP has not been decided yet
Intention: Boldly create and discover!