[Western Crossover] Janitor's Daily Life

Throughout Valeria's career, she never imagined she'd suffer a Waterloo-level defeat. It was enough to ruin her reputation.

Bloodstains, bodies, evidence: she cleaned everything up, so why was she still being watched?!

She remembered the little red bird in bright clothes that night, but she wouldn't do anything about it.

All she would do was show up right on time at a coffee shop the next morning and tell Tim, who was waiting there, "Thanks to damn Gotham and the boss, I'm getting my pay docked again. I hope they take money next time, not my head."

Tim, aka Red Robin, coffee enthusiast, black-market trader, Drake: "Good luck."

Coming soon: [Western Crossover] Racing the Reaper for Souls

When I was five, I met my grandmother for the first time. She was crazy. But I lived with her until I was fifteen, then witnessed her accidental death.

My grandmother's death was like the beginning of a curse. Soon after, my mother died in an unfortunate electrocution caused by exposed wires, and my brother perished in a shipwreck.

I knew I was next, so on the morning my father went missing, I moved into my grandmother's cabin on the outskirts of Gotham.

The Reaper had always been watching me. When I was twenty-one, They finally set the wheels of fate in motion. They couldn't wait to take my life.

So when a bunch of guys calling themselves the Joker Gang broke into the cabin, my long, peaceful life finally came to an end. They fired wildly. One bullet ricocheted off the weather vane on the roof and killed one of them. Another tripped over a piece of wood in the yard, rolled into the fence by the door, and was impaled. One of them finally got the cabin door open, only to step on a marble. It sent his neck into the clothesline, where he was hanged.

They were all dead. Only I remained, staring at the spandex-wearing freak outside my door.

Poor guy probably had no idea that the moment he showed up here, the Reaper had set Their sights on him too.

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Tim had heard a long time ago that a man-eating witch lived in a place even more remote than Wayne Manor. No one could break in, because everyone who went there died.

Without exception, they all died in accidents. The cabin's owner was a paranoid schizophrenic, and even Batman couldn't find anything wrong with her. He only warned all the birds to stay away from that cabin.

But Tim went anyway. A week later, he told Batman two things: one good news and one bad.

The good news was that he'd found a girlfriend. The bad news was that he and his girlfriend were about to die.

Theme: Don't succumb to despair in times of pain. Break down, then rise again.