[Western Crossover] Supervillain, Your Love Rival Is Here

Camille fell in love with the Bludhaven police officer Grayson. He was gentle and considerate, with a sweet smile, but none of that was ever for Camille. She was just a victim the kind-hearted officer had taken in. Camille watched Grayson eat dry oatmeal while counting out coins to hand over to his partner; watched him rush out late at night at his partner's call, coming back covered in injuries and utterly dejected; watched him make a birthday cake for his partner in the middle of his hectic schedule, only to wait all night before finally forcing a smile and setting it in front of her. And Camille All she could do was offer a timid thank-you. Then silently watch the person she loved busy himself for his partner. Officer Grayson was wonderful. But his partner was the superhero Dickbird, praised everywhere by the public. "I hate superheroes more than anything. Grayson liking me is the greatest honor of his life." Camille watched Dickbird fall in the distance, her expression distant. She landed on a rooftop, her pure white cape billowing behind her black dress. "Superheroes? Hmph." "He's just a man as rotten as the title he carries." Lex gave her a thumbs-up: So, shall we rule the world now? Camille smiled: No, I need to go comfort the superhero's bereaved partner. He must be devastated. Camille tightened her grip on the matching rings in her hand. In her ears echoed the honey-sweet voice of Officer Grayson on the snowy night they first met. She remembered Officer Grayson returning in a daze, his wet hair hanging over bewildered, helpless blue eyes. He reeked of smoke and blood, his chapped lips even paler, and the crimson marks around his neck stood out painfully. Camille hated superheroes. But his partner was sweet. ● A frail Kryptonian kid * a beautiful bird cop ● Angst | character abuse | comedy ● Little plot, imperfect protagonist, OOC warning Completed works ● [Western Crossover] COS Fell Ugly Right in Front of Batman Upcoming works ■ [Western Crossover] The Fourth Calamity Arrives in Lazarus "Simulator starting. Please..." "Wait!" You stopped the program, rolled up your sleeves, beat the bloody man crawling toward you, and tossed him into the pool beside you. The blue-eyed child nearby, covered in wounds, eyed you warily. You ignored the knife in his hand and gave him a weird grin. "Good boy. I hate kidnappers more than anything." Your starting point had been contaminated by the bloody man. After thinking for a second, you decided to move with the kid you'd just picked up. "Gotham is very peaceful. You'll get a better education here." Damian: ... "What's your name? Oh, right. If I pick you up, you're mine. How about... Bruce? I don't expect you to be as rich as him, but I hope you can be half as filial." Damian (drawing his knife): I'll remember to leave half a rose on your grave. * The kid found his biological father. You were sad, but you still packed his bags and took him home. The next night, you sadly crawled out of your grave to take a walk and saw the kid parkouring across a rooftop, wearing the cat-ear hood you'd given him. You patted him on the back. "Bruce." Batman: ?! "What did Dad tell you? Your frail family back home will worry about you. No sneaking out at night after using potions to grow up and play!" The Dark Knight, AKA Bruce: Something seems a little off. Batman slowly looked toward the new Robin standing on the opposite rooftop and fell silent: Mentally unstable? Weird-looking? Died young? Is that why you refused to let us meet your adoptive mother? New Robin: Stubborn.GIF . Theme: Never let hardship and danger defeat you