[Western Crossover] Bad Cosplay, Tearful Transmigration

A cosplayer, a gloomy intern at some company, with a father above him and a younger brother below him in the family, went to a convention with a friend dressed as Arkham Knight, and transmigrated in a perfectly ordinary fashion.

No, it wasn't a big deal.

He calmed down.

Bad news: He'd transmigrated. Good news: His makeup bag had come with him.

Bad news: What good was a makeup bag going to do?

Then he ran his fingers through his hair and wiped his face, only to discover that the smile and scars his friend had drawn beside his mouth had come along with him and wouldn't come off.

Fine, he thought. Swearing on Jason Todd's own dignity, I'll weld the helmet to my face.

I hope it won't come off even after I die!!!

The winding scar stretched from the corner of the man's mouth toward his ear, like a writhing grub reaching out its feelers. As if greeting an old friend, he ran his fingers over the two points on his helmet and put it back on.

Well... His green eyes weren't all that clear, were they?

Theme: Got the urge to write about a cosplay transmigration, so here we go!