I first met my grandma when I was five years old, and she was crazy. But I lived by her side until I was fifteen, and then I witnessed her accidental death.
The death of my grandmother was like the beginning of a curse. Then my mother was electrocuted due to exposed cables, and my brother was unfortunately killed in a shipwreck.
I knew it would be my turn next, so on the morning of my dad's disappearance, I moved into my grandma's cabin on the outskirts of Gotham.
The God of Death has been watching me. When I was twenty-one years old, He finally turned the gears of fate. He couldn't wait to take my life away.
So a group of guys calling themselves the Clown Gang broke into the cabin, and the long and peaceful life was finally broken. They fired randomly, and one bullet was shot back by the weather vane on the roof. One person was shot and died; someone tripped over a log in the yard and rolled onto the fence in front of the door and was impaled to death; someone finally opened the door of the wooden house, but a marble on the ground sent his neck into the clothesline and was hanged.
They were all dead, and I was left staring at the pervert in tights outside the door.
The poor guy must not know that when he appears here, it means that the God of Death has also set his sights on him.
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Tim had heard a long time ago that a man-eating witch lived in this place even more remote than Wayne Manor. No one could break into it because everyone who walked in died.
Without exception, they all died due to accidents, and the owner of the wooden house was a mentally ill person suffering from persecutory delusions. Even Batman couldn't find out that there was anything wrong with her. He just warned all the birds not to approach the wooden house.
But Tim got close, and a week later he made two announcements to the bats, one good news and one bad news.
The good news is that he got a girlfriend, the bad news is that he and his girlfriend are dying.
2025.8.21
Purpose: No one can take away my life, not even death