[Western Crossover] The Body Doesn't Feel Well. I'm Out.

Pearl has a secret: When she falls asleep, her soul randomly enters the body of someone who has died. The only way to break free is to correctly figure out how they died. She has no access to the deceased’s memories, only a few days to solve the case, and if she fails to escape, her wages get docked heavily. Pearl, ordinary office worker: ...What kind of forced-speed detective training is this? If this secret were in any other city, it would be an unpleasant seasoning in an otherwise boring life, utterly useless in everyday situations and more trouble than it was worth. But Pearl is a hardworking, underappreciated office worker in Gotham, where more accidents happen every day than her salary can cover. What if she becomes one of the Joker’s henchmen, freshly murdered by him? No problem. She can sneak over to the weapons and see if she can shoot him by surprise. What if she wakes up to find a Gotham legend secretly colluding with the Gotham Police Commissioner? Pearl plays dead, then quietly raises her hand. “I don’t think the way ‘I’ died quite matches your theory.” “You caught him.”* “No, we caught him.” Last saved: September 6, 2024 Reader’s note: On July 17, 2026, the author revised the first four chapters. Anyone who read them before then should read them again, dear readers TT I’m still working on a new blurb. Anyway, the pairing is with the big black bat. Theme: Justice cannot be stopped