When I was 15 years old, I learned that I was a bat cub. Before that, my life was made up of a series of ridiculous plots. Of course, it was also true after that. Who made me a bat cub with its own bloody system? I once suspected that my mother was too fond of reading novels when she was pregnant with me, which caused me to be full of buffs as soon as I was born.
Whenever I feel sad, it will rain. I wear glasses to hide my appearance. Every time I run away, I will fall down. Every time I am kidnapped, I will definitely encounter a choice between two. I bump my head, lose my memory, get into a car accident, amnesia. If I tie my hair, I am a boy. If I let my hair down, I will be a girl. When I am in trouble, I lose my memory. I am always involved in all kinds of weird misunderstandings and complicated relationships. This makes me have a bunch of godfathers and godmothers in Arkham. In a sense, I can be regarded as a Mary Sue.
Even so, I am just a weak bat cub. Father, you will protect me, right?
The bat cub blinked at her old father
The world's best detective - the bloody plot terminator - aka Batman silently rubbed her head and sighed with vicissitudes of life.
CP is the hottest detective in the world, aka Red Robin
Purpose: Love and Peace