Under major revision. Update schedule undecided. Read with caution.
The bells of the new century rang out, and a modern heroic epic began to unfold. As one new star after another gleamed in the sky, there was always someone looking up.
Ilyas Luna was one of them, from when he was a little boy to now, as an adult.
His life had been a quagmire from the start, but one of the stars had once brought him good fortune. Then the stars closed in around him.
Ilyas was saved by a hero and loved by a hero. He no longer had to watch from afar like a rat in the gutter, or tremble in fear. A happiness so dizzying it clouded his mind, a joy like a midsummer night's dream, was eventually destroyed by his own foolishness and insignificance.
[But there is another way.
Turn back time... change everything from the very beginning.
Stop expecting them to save you or let you close. Make them hate you... and then you can love them.]
“I like this world. Even if it still seems chaotic and uncontrollable to people, it nevertheless gives birth to truly beautiful things.
Humanity abandoned by God, ruled by shallow desires, intimidated by reactions that emit radiation and energy, treated as tools like spare parts... Who could love this reality without seeing the epic of superheroes with their own eyes?
I know that sounds frivolous. They are all good people who take their work seriously...
Nobody hates superheroes, including me, even though I am someone who will never get to meet them.”
A damaged camera preserved its final recording. Ilyas passed the ruins of the city, gazing out over the ravaged land. He lifted his head and stared at the cloud-covered night sky.
Amid the pitch-black clouds, the Bat-Signal shone through the night.
Before you read:
1. A loose crossover of various American and British works, with Gotham and the Batfamily as the main focus. Eighty percent Batfamily fan club president, twenty percent everything else.
2. Original male protagonist who swings between antihero and supervillain. His morals are flexible, and there are currently no plans for a full redemption. He is an obsessive superhero fan and sometimes acts like an intense, clingy fan, pursuing, stalking, and idolizing superheroes of any gender or age.
3. I will do my best to keep the characters true to the originals. Please forgive any out-of-character moments.
4. The timeline and various settings are fairly flexible.
5. Slow burn and unconventional style. Not a power fantasy. Written for love, updates whenever.
6. (Important) Pairing undecided. The protagonist has descriptions suggestive of abuse and sexual victimization. Please avoid this if it bothers you.
Theme: I would rather be consumed by the light
[DC + Cultist Simulator] Gotham's Branching War
[Western Crossover] A Lord's Adjutant's Daily Tea Break
[Jujutsu Kaisen] My Brother’s Name Is Suguru Geto
[Western Crossover] A Wayne Cut from the Same Cloth
[Jujutsu Kaisen] Reincarnated as Satoru Gojo's Older Brother, I Became a Cursed Spirit After Death
[Western Crossover] Wayne and the Man in the Mirror
Ilias: Yes, it's a suppressor, but this was given to me by Bat (?
John felt extremely cold all over. It was colder than when he was kicked out of the house when he was young, and colder than when he was sent away with a few thin bills by the fat, bossy project leader. Look! This ragged tramp was wandering in front of the bank, shivering! The ends of John's limbs were constantly experiencing waves of numb pain, as if he was wrapped in a cold and thick cement shell, unable to breathe... But his hand hidden in his pocket was hot, and the hot metal - the crude pistol was as hot as a soldering iron, making his face red and breathing heavily... Like a dog that had been hungry for three days. He was shivering all over and very hungry. He was hungry, cold, and so embarrassed that he almost screamed at all costs. He has nothing. He has nothing. … He had a gun in his arms. John felt that he might be in a dream. Why else would he be carrying a gun and preparing to rob a bank? Ha! John, you are a wimp! You don't even dare to rob a bank in your dream! He could hear the demon screaming hoarsely in his ears. He is too cold. He was so trapped and poor that he couldn't even survive himself. His son is waiting for him to come home with Christmas gifts. ... Ha, go home. He was penniless. He was penniless. ... Except for a gun. Those two thin bills couldn't even buy a piece of exquisite cake, but they could buy a pistol loaded with bullets. He walked forward, then turned around and walked back to where he was. The few steps to the bank seemed longer than a century. He felt afraid, extremely afraid. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't live. He has nothing. He got this weapon with the money he paid for his son's Christmas gift, thinking it would give him power, but no... It only gave him fear, like holding a poisonous snake that was spitting out its message. What courage it took him not to throw it away! There was no way out for him. He must have exposed some flaw, otherwise why would every passerby who was passing by wrapped in clothes seem to be staring at him? John stared suspiciously at the face of a passerby - who just moments ago was whispering to another - were they discussing him? Are you laughing at him? He had to, he had to have the courage. He must... ... Someone spoke to him. John paid no attention to what the man was saying and could barely hear his own reply. He was lost in his own cold hallucinations. He was alert and fearful, like a dog that had been hungry for three days, like a sewer rat wearing human clothes, staring at people with his small eyes hidden in the shadows. The man was still talking about being injured, but John didn't believe a word of it. But he said that a policeman yelling something was coming, and John immediately became alert. That William or something... It doesn't matter if he is a good guy or a bad guy! But he is coming! The overwhelming sense of urgency left John breathless. He was even colder. He tightened his grip on the gun. He wanted to get around this person, and he... He smelled a subtle aroma that seemed to be that of biscuits. John didn't understand what was happening, but he was holding a bag of gingerbread men - even though they didn't look very good and were a little missing arms and legs. He means, he now has a bag of gingerbread men. … He was cold and hungry. He has no money. There was a bank a few meters in front of him, and there was a gun in his pocket. The empty stomach in his stomach was cramping and twitching. He hadn't eaten enough for days, who knows how many days. Today is Christmas, yes, today is Christmas. His son is waiting for him to come home. ... His son is still waiting for him to come home.
I was beaten, but I was very happy because I saw Superman. Is this the cooking ability of the leader of the fan club? (Laughing) Disarm the bomb immediately but don't press Batman's head to play the game. When Bat is about to lose, the GM will stop and kill the boss himself. Good guy Ilya has to be you. Check Ilias' mental state :) Batman: No need to investigate, just put him in Arkham (no
As soon as I opened it, I was attracted by this calm style, which is a bit absurd but has a kind of rational beauty in every sense. The conversation between the dead body and the protagonist reminded me of a game I loved very much. Although not quite as Riddler
Crazy for you, crazy for you, banging against the wall for you
I don't know why, but I felt like Ilyas was crying. He had a feeling of despair. He had obviously been saved, he had obviously tried hard to be a good person for his heroes, and he had tried his best to do everything for his heroes, but in the end, he still lost. Just like the string of a kite or the spider thread in hell, it was suddenly cut off, and I fell completely into hell, losing my direction. Then now there is nothing, and after falling short, it went dark.
#Superfan's Self-cultivation# Find a way to escape as soon as you wake up x Must chat with bat√
I laughed so hard. The first thing I paid attention to was meeting my idol www. I have also created similar characters (referring to superheroes, but they are more fun-loving ones who love hell jokes)
The snow pile between the bat's ears is so cute
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