I saw it in Gotham's sunshine
Indulge in wealth and indulgence, just like heaven
I see in the shadows of Gotham
Conspiracies everywhere, like hell
it beckons to me
I reply to him
Hello Gotham
Hee hee, how could my writing style be so poor? (*｀へ?*)
A certain clown: Oh, my sweetheart, are you interested in joining me?
A certain Batman: ... No killing blows allowed
Me: I really want to knock his head off, hehe
System: Hey, he is the mission target. Wait, he exploded? ? ?
A clown is laughing innocently
Me: Clown, just wait for me
Siska (my vest): Go to hell (pointing to the clown)
Greenson (my vest): Mr. A, that's him (pointing to the clown)
Clown:? ? ?
I am laughing wildly
Sure enough, the smile will only shift and not disappear.
In short, it is a story about aliens and consciousnesses (non-humans) putting on heavy armor in Gotham just to gain more energy.
Microgram series (there are too few articles like this! Not enough for me to read, so I cut off my legs)
First time writing, light spray.
Kitten showing cuteness jpg.
This article is in the first person, no cp (you can knock it all)
Purpose: There is no way out for people who indulge in evil ways