A bizarre dream after staying up until dawn left the author mentally unstable...
Blurb:
Accompanied by the airport's cheerful announcements, Li Yiyi appeared in the terminal. White T-shirt, jeans, black hair, with his side-parted bangs making him look a little smarter.
In the bloom of youth, surrounded by a crowd of deep-featured people with blond hair and blue eyes, Li Yiyi's black hair and eyes came with a mysterious aura. His soft features seemed to fit the Western world's image of what an East Asian should look like even more.
The young man in the terminal took off his over-ear headphones, tapped his phone a few times, then headed for the exit again. Local family members had already arranged all the details of his enrollment. He walked out unhurriedly, with two bodyguards hurrying along behind him.
Gotham, here he comes.
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The fiancee he'd been promised to since childhood was apparently studying abroad in some city in this country. Leaning back in the rear seat of the car, Li Yiyi thought of his future wife.
As the sole heir to the family's ducal title, he had noble blood running through his veins, and a princess from a supreme family as his fiancee. He just hadn't expected her to be a traditionalist...
For now, you can call him Li Yiyi or Li Er. But when he takes off his disguise, you'd better get down on one knee and call him Zang Tian Kuang or Young Master Kuang.
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Gotham, what a marvelous place. It had completely caught my attention. Standing alone in an alley late at night, Li Yiyi was surrounded by people who thought he was an easy mark. He didn't panic; the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile:
These guys mean business.
With one elegant, dashing toss of his head, the ordinary-looking teenager instantly acquired a dazzling, flamboyant fluorescent-green punk hairstyle. His slanted bangs covered his right eye, giving him a melancholy air. His everyday clothes had transformed into leather pants and a leather jacket, with silver chains.
A skull ring adorned the boy's thumb, symbolizing his supreme authority. An inverted cross hung from his chest, declaring his rebellious attitude.
With a wave of his hand, the boy sent a cloud of cement dust at his attackers. They all lost the ability to fight, clutching their eyes as they rolled around on the ground, wailing.
Such small fry were no match for him. He hadn't even performed the most basic dance step from his family's repertoire, and they were already on their knees begging for mercy.
Red Hood, who had been passing by and was about to help, felt his eyes had been contaminated.
Especially by that fluorescent green hair shining in the dark. It drove him crazy.
"Big Date, the Batmobile's coming."
Li Yiyi flicked his side-parted bangs, now dyed a royal, melancholy purple, and reminded him "elegantly." "Should we run?"
"Can we outrun it?" Jason gestured toward the completely wrecked vehicle by the wall.
"Actually... I brought a ride."
"What are you... What?!"
As Jason stared in surprise, even fear, through his helmet, Li Yiyi slowly pulled a... bench, longer than a person, out of his flat crotch. Then he nimbly hopped aboard and gestured for Jason to follow.
"There's no time to explain. Get on!"
"..." The bench could actually move... Standing on the back half of the speeding bench, feeling the Gotham night wind in his face, Red Hood was speechless. He silently watched the person in the "driver's seat" sway his body and wave his hands in a dance.
"Actually, we can make this go faster." Li Yiyi said seriously.
"Many hands make light work. Want to wave your hands too?"
"Maybe we can even fly."
A mysterious force was rapidly expanding through Gotham, starting in Chinatown. This unusual development caught Batman's attention.
Using the information he had and his experience deciphering codes, Batman finally cracked their secret message:
Bring your own cement. Meet at the village entrance.
Batman disguised himself as a commoner and appeared at an underground gathering under the name Matches Malone.
"Password!" called out a patrolman maintaining order, stopping Batman in disguise.
"...A person cries alone," Batman hesitantly recited, his temples throbbing.
"True love conquers all! You can go in."
He continued deeper inside until he reached a spacious area. A purple-haired boy stood atop a throne of cement, his leather pants and chains reflecting an eerie shine.
The boy's scepter struck the ground, diamonds glinting on his skull ring. Li Yiyi, with his flowing, shiny purple hair, stood at the very top and shouted down at the people dancing in all different styles:
"Show me your attitude, your true selves!"
"Even if you can't show me the spirit of self-expression, at least let me see the longing for a Cullinan in your eyes!"
Under Batman's gaze, the people below danced like a crowd of demons, moving even more wildly.
As the excitement reached its peak, twenty cement mixers roared to life, and workers dressed like street racers began improvising a street dance. Bruce clutched the fluorescent glow stick he'd just been given and suddenly thought that Arkham Asylum's design was actually quite conservative.
At least, at least:
Gotham's employment problem... seemed to have improved quite a bit...
Theme: Express yourself, set yourself free
