[Western Crossover] Bro, I Thought You Said It Was a Normal Family?

I commissioned Eye Bar and Abstract Little Person to draw, haha!

I'm busy in real life. I'll post updates in the author's notes or comments.

I'm Bramble, though you can also call me Bram. I'm a third-rate con artist. My greatest feat so far is passing myself off as Felix, the son of Gotham's richest man. I still haven't been found out.

The people here are beautiful, the scenery is lovely, and my brothers are warm and sweet-talking. I love them so much!

Bramble, who'd finally settled into a peaceful daily routine, was happy every day. But just as he relaxed and decided that everyone in this family was ordinary, reality slapped him in the face at lightning speed.

Wait, is that-

Batman, dark as night, and my sweet old dad?!

The blue bird who hits really hard, and my sweet-treat big brother?!

The red bucket who shoots me every time we meet, and my rebellious second brother?!

The little bird and Tim, who never leave me alone once they notice me?!

Looking at this group of familiar strangers, Bramble shifted his gaze to the boy who had just arrived in the family. According to reliable intelligence, he's a professional assassin.

Bram: ...

Bram: Didn't you say this was an ordinary family? Is having a secret identity a Wayne family trait?!

Bram, again: Felix! Is your family a family of vigilantes? Is it in your genes?!

A free story, written for love. There are lots of original characters along the way.

My writing isn't great. I'm still figuring out how to write, and my style is unsettled.

There will be an unmasking. That means the story has reached its later stages.

I want to write a story where the Batkids really are dead. This is a silly story, so don't overthink it while reading. OOC, OOC.

The stuff about priests, religion, and gods is all made up. It's just background and isn't important. The protagonist doesn't really believe in any of it. He's just pretending.

Third person, with a little first person mixed in.

It's a little early, but here's the next story:

Gotham's Glorious Fight Against Despair

Blurb

Tsukiyama Tsuru, the only student from Hope's Peak Academy's 82nd class to survive, is the Ultimate Orator. After enduring the torment of the sixth-generation AI Junko Enoshima, he has barely stepped out of school when the System binds him and informs him that Junko Enoshima has accidentally ended up in another world. He needs to retrieve her.

Tsuru, politely: You what?

With a heart set on killing every last person consumed by despair, Tsuru sets out, carrying everything his classmates gave him.

He thought it would be an ordinary collection quest, but the world gave him a hard face-slapping. This was Gotham!

Facing vigilantes flying through the sky, detectives everywhere, and a world where something unexpected happens almost every day-

Tsukiyama, broke, undocumented, underage, Tsuru: ...Not trading!

Later: This is so Gotham.

Profile:

Name: Tsukiyama Tsuru

Age: 15

Identity: "Ultimate Orator" / "Ultimate ■■"

It's been four years since I started this story. This time, I will definitely write it.

Theme: Loyalty and devotion