American Comic Book: The Only Player Starts in Gotham
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Novel Summary[American comic book, multiple female leads, CCB, lighthearted, fast-paced, player] Lynn transmigrated into an American comic book world and became the sole player. The system said that as long as he kept completing tasks and getting rewards, he could live a life of luxury with women on his left and right, partying every night. So he agreed. ... "Batman becoming a woman wasn't my conspiracy, and the corruption of Wonder Woman wasn't my fault either; she clearly chose to convert willingly. Supergirl Kara and Lois's pregnancies had nothing to do with me; I was forced!" "Keep pretending, are you thinking of using this to trick us?" Seeing that the superheroes and supervillains didn't believe him at all, Lynn, as the sole player, leader of the Batman gang, spokesperson for the Mamba Mentality, master of time management, master of breaking the Justice League's dreams, and the Avengers' number one enemy, suddenly became furious and pulled out countless resurrection cards. "Everyone, you don't want your parents to be resurrected and do whatever you want, do you?" This book is also known as: "American Comics: The Sole Player, Doing Whatever You Want, Ruining the Multiverse" and "You Don't Want Your Parents to Be Resurrected by Me, Do You?"
Chapter 11: Screw it, I'll fuck all three of them the same way!
[Side quest "Debt Collection" completed!]
[Rewards obtained: Character Card: Kobe Bryant * 1]
[NPC Identity Swap Card * 1 (From The Sims 4, swap identity, skills, profession, appearance, etc., with a designated person within 24 hours)]
[USD + 100,000, Gotham Reputation + 20, EXP + 20]
[Player Level: 4 → 5 (System Mall unlocks at level 10)]
"Remember to help me pay my taxes later."
Penguin lay on the ground, watching with a humiliated expression as the man took his money away.
"Rest assured."
Lynn curled his lips and put away the system panel.
"I'm an Agent of the IRS."
Initially, the system provided three legal identities for him to choose from.
One was an IRS Agent, one was a CIA Agent, and the last was an ordinary junior reporter.
Without a second thought, Lynn directly chose the identity of an IRS Agent.
Are you kidding me, this is the IRS!
Its full name is Internal Revenue Service, America's tax agency, subordinate to the Department of the Treasury.
In short, what the CIA cannot do, the IRS does; the people the FBI dares not arrest, the IRS arrests.
In America, only Death and taxes are inevitable.
In other words, this department is the absolute authority.
Even in Gotham, supervillains have to pay taxes after robbing places, and Batman's Wayne Enterprises would also get arrested if it engaged in tax evasion.
After getting his own money from Penguin's hands...
Only then did Lynn reluctantly put away his weapons and push open the door to leave the Iceberg Lounge.
Seeing Lynn's departing back, Penguin felt his heart start beating again.
That lunatic is simply not human!
It was one thing that the crude armor he wore could block bullets, but the Rocket launcher and gatling gun in his hands were like they had infinite shells and infinite bullets.
His conference room had been blown into ruins, and even the entire first underground floor was on the verge of collapsing.
How could this loss be mere hundred thousand dollars?
"That damn guy..." Penguin said through gritted teeth.
He withdrew his gaze from the corpses of Two-Face and those gang members, took a deep breath, pulled a phone out of his pocket, and dialed a number.
"Penguin? What do you want with me?"
A deep, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
Penguin took a deep breath and immediately stated his request.
"Lex Luthor, I need venom missiles from your LexCorp, the more the better."
"...You want to use them against Batman?" Lex Luthor was somewhat surprised.
"No, to deal with the Bat Gang!" Penguin said viciously.
That damn lunatic had humiliated him so much; as the King of Gotham, he, Penguin, had to get back at him!
"The Bat Gang?" Luthor was stunned. Since when did another Bat Gang appear in that ghost town of Gotham?
Penguin said with a fierce expression:
"Just a moment ago, a perverted lunatic broke into my Iceberg Lounge. He wore alien armor, and right in front of me, used a gatling gun and bazooka to kill many of my men, and even beat Two-Face to Death."
"Alien armor?" Luthor asked doubtfully.
"Two-Face also died at his hands... Why are you coming to me to buy weapons instead of finding mercenaries to deal with him?"
"I've already contacted Deathstroke and some mercenaries, they'll make a move then."
Seeming to think of something, Penguin added:
"Oh right, he seems to be an IRS Agent, you be careful, don't get caught for tax evasion."
Luthor: "..."
You lunatic, buying my weapons to fight people from the Internal Revenue Service?
...
Have you ever seen Gotham at 5 AM?
Lynn had.
He strode out of the Iceberg Lounge, immediately turned a corner, and walked toward the dark road beside it.
Right at that moment, a figure appeared beside him, a baseball bat whistling as it swung toward Lynn's lower body.
"Ambush? Dragon Claw Hand!"
Lynn's expression tightened; one hand grabbed the baseball bat, while the other fiercely clawed toward the figure's chest.
[Character Card: Kobe Bryant (Possesses Laoda's strength blessing; when elbowing an opponent, the Martial Soul True Body will appear.)]
[Remarks: When you don't know how to communicate with strangers, hating on the Mamba is a great choice.]
Huh?
Why is it so soft?
"Un-huh!" The figure let out a muffled grunt, then cursed angrily.
"Shit! You pervert, it wasn't enough to take advantage of me once, how dare you do it a second time?!"
Through the dim light, Lynn saw the figure's appearance clearly.
"Harley Quinn?"
Harley Quinn quickly pulled back distance, continuously rubbing her painfully aching chest.
Lynn stared at Harley Quinn for a couple of seconds, then guessed:
"You're stalking me? No wonder you got locked up in Arkham Asylum, you're a stalking psycho-girl."
Harley: "..."
Why don't you say you're a sexual harassment maniac yourself?
Just as Lynn and Harley Quinn were talking, a violent whistling sound suddenly erupted from behind Lynn.
Lynn didn't even raise his head, simply raising his right hand and forcefully driving his elbow backward, smashing toward the attacker behind him.
A stout, tall phantom of a black man instantly appeared behind him, roaring:
"Man!"
Bam!!
A dull sound came accompanied by a woman's muffled grunt.
Lynn turned his head and looked behind him.
He saw a woman clutching her chest, looking at him in utter astonishment.
Her entire body was wrapped in a black one-piece bodysuit, wearing a pitch-black mask that could obscure her eyes, decorated with a pair of cat ears on top.
Under the dim yellow light, the woman's eyes were filled with shock and amazement as she stared fixedly at Lynn.
"Catwoman... Harley Quinn, are you guys specially camping out to wait for me?"
Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering if he had been too arrogant, actually getting spawn-camped by elite mobs right at the door.
"You took advantage of me and played with me, how can I, Harley Quinn, take this loss lying down?"
Harley gripped the baseball bat tightly in her hand, her mouth splitting open into a manic smile.
"I'm going to catch you and send you to Bowery Street in the East End, and let those cluckers milk you dry!"
Bowery Street was the poorest and highest-crime neighborhood in the East End, filled with sex workers, thieves, and robbers.
Back there, a sister had once told Harley that if you want a man to be obedient, it only takes three words: Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
"There's such a good thing?" Lynn was instantly overjoyed.
"Come on, I won't resist, just drag me over there."
"Fuck! Why are you rewarding him?" Catwoman knitted her brows tightly.
This man was definitely not ordinary, and he was crazy to such an extent...
She even felt that the guy in front of her wasn't even human.
Seeing that both Harley and Catwoman were standing in place rubbing their chests with no intention of making a move,
Lynn curled his lips, extremely disappointed.
He had wanted to test if his resurrection card could eliminate all negative statuses; if so, he would have fucked all the way from south to north.
"If you guys aren't going to fight, I'm heading back."
Before he finished speaking, a violent whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.
"Here it comes again, is this ever going to end?"
Lynn complained, casually dodging to the side, narrowly avoiding a series of bat-like darts.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The darts deeply embedded themselves into the ground, vibrating continuously. He shifted his gaze away from the darts and looked up ahead.
Above the bank and stock exchange, at the edge of the roof, stood a pitch-black, stout figure.
The figure wore ink-black tight clothing, a semi-covered black helmet with two sharp-pointed ears, and beneath the helmet revealed a white butt-chin with stubble.
Under the ash-white moonlight, the black cape fluttered in the wind, making him look like a bat demon stepping out of the shadows, exuding a suffocating, icy, and dangerous aura.
"Threatening Bruce Wayne, robbing the Joker, digging up the graves of Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne, breaking into the Iceberg Lounge to rob it, killing Two-Face..."
A deep and hoarse voice came from the figure's mouth.
"Tell me... what on earth do you want to do?"
"Tch, what are you babbling on about?"
Lynn curled his lips; he could tell now, this was definitely the ultimate big boss bringing two elite mobs to spawn-camp him at his door.
Otherwise, why would he encounter such a situation just for completing a side quest about debt collection?
"Screw it, I'll fuck all three of them just the same!"
Chapter 12 What can I say?
"Man!"
The elbow, carrying the power of Laoda, slammed fiercely into Harley Quinn's chest.
"Shit!"
The immense force directly caused Harley to stumble back repeatedly, seeing stars.
"Mister, although I have no grudge against you, it seems you aren't really a good person?"
Catwoman suddenly leaped up, her sharp claws whistling as she grabbed toward Lynn's face.
Bang!
Lynn raised his hand to block her claws.
"Talked as if you were a good person, you jewelry-stealing thief!"
Catwoman was as agile as a cat; with her right hand's claws blocked, she immediately drew her left hand and grabbed toward Lynn's lower body.
"Why do you all like hitting here?!"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, lifting his leg to block Catwoman's other hand while pulling a necklace out of the system inventory.
The dazzling light emitted by the jewelry immediately attracted Catwoman's line of sight.
"Go pick up your necklace!"
Lynn suddenly threw it far away, and the necklace gleaming with precious light instantly drew an arc, flying into the distance.
Catwoman immediately abandoned him and chased after it.
"And you, Hajibat."
Lynn quietly put the necklace back into the system inventory and turned his head to look at the ultimate big BOSS standing above the eaves.
Hajibat?
Almost the instant he heard this address, Batman thought of the person who had called him.
Could the man in front of him who claimed to be Tony Stark be the person who called him that day and also robbed Joker's money?
"Robbing Joker, killing people casually... You've committed so many crimes, what on earth do you want to do?"
Batman's hoarse and deep voice sounded once again.
His eagle-sharp eyes stared fixedly at Lynn below, a breath of danger suppressed to the extreme radiating outward.
"And that day's riddle... and later you dug up the Waynecouple's graves..."
Batman gritted his teeth, his expression gloomy to the extreme.
"I will catch you, and then send you to court, letting the law judge you!"
Lynn said indifferently: "That's fine, I'm an Agent of the IRS, just spend some money to become a GCPD officer."
Seeing his flippant and completely unrepentant attitude, Batman clenched his fists tightly.
"Gotham has become this way precisely because of parasites like you."
"In just a few short months you've committed countless cases, killing at least hundreds of people... You are heinous!"
Lynn chuckled as if he had heard some joke.
"Batman, I know much clearer than you do; those people are either criminals or gang members, none of them are clean anyway."
"I killed criminals, I robbed criminals. To some extent, I am the real superhero!"
As he spoke, a confident smile appeared on Lynn's face.
"And you... Bruce Wayne, you're nothing more than a psycho!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Batmanfrowned, maintaining a calm facade, "I am vengeance, I..."
Lynn directly interrupted him.
"Stop pretending, Bruce Wayne, I know it's you!"
"I really don't get it, during the day you're a playboy with women in your arms, but at night you chase madmen and beat idiots... Tsk tsk, is this the taste of rich people? You really know how to play."
Batman: "..."
What did chasing madmen and beating idiots even mean?
He was clearly fighting crime, alright? How did it get twisted into playing wild in this guy's mouth?
And why would the other party know his true identity?
Clearly he hid himself very well, and had never seen this person in Gotham before.
"Speaking of which, how did you convince Robin to wear green shorts and work with you?"
Lynn looked at Batman's gloomy expression and laughed cheerfully.
"I couldn't tell, your tastes are actually so unique."
Batman: "What can I say?"
Robin's suit was clearly designed that way for ease of movement, how did it get distorted in your mouth?
"However, to be fair, if you give me Wayne Enterprises, I might be able to make Gotham better." Lynn stroked his chin and nodded.
"You're dreaming."
Batman's voice was incomparably icy; Wayne Enterpriseshad been controlled by criminals several times in the past.
As a result, those criminals either did it for their own selfish desires or to rule all of Gotham.
How could he possibly hand Wayne Enterprises over to such heinous criminals?
"When I drag you into prison, you'll know how you should repent!"
Almost in an instant, Batman's whole body suddenly lunged down, like a vicious bat.
And Lynn had already prepared.
"Man!"
The black phantom roared and fiercely elbowed toward Batman.
Batman raised his hand to block this elbow strike, taking the momentum to clench his fist and smash toward the man in front of him.
However, a red-and-yellow metallic arm steadily blocked Batman's fist.
Following closely, brilliant light erupted from the palm of the arm, and an energy cannon instantly blasted onto Batman's face.
Boom!!
Batman's whole body was blasted flying, slamming heavily against the wall as gravel splattered.
He shook his somewhat dizzy head, supported himself with both hands to stand up, and looked at the person from just now.
Ahead, a set of red-and-yellow iron armor stood there, emitting cold-colored lights.
"You really are Iron Man?" Batman was stunned.
He thought of the comic book he had read, feeling utterly absurd in his heart.
Could Marvel's comics all be true?
Is there really an Iron Man in this World?
"I said, I'm Tony Stark of the Bat Gang, why won't you believe it?"
Lynn glanced at the durability of the iron armor on the system panel.
Good thing the durability didn't drop from that blast just now, otherwise he would be miserable to death.
But then again, is this Batman really just an ordinary person?
How is he completely fine after taking a blast from him?
"Tsk, I'm not fighting anymore. Fighting you guys gives zero rewards, doesn't even give a single BOSS quest, and easily wastes my items."
Lynn looked up at the Batman in front of him and said:
"Stop chasing me either, you can't catch me, nor can you beat me. Besides, what if you drag those criminals into prison and Arkham Asylum, and they escape to commit crimes again later?"
"Then keep locking them up, the law will judge them!" Batman said without the slightest hesitation, decisive and firm.
"Then have you ever thought about it, after they escape and continue committing crimes, what about those people who get hurt?" Lynn asked rhetorically.
He seemed to think of something and continued:
"And what about those people who have difficulties surviving, driven to desperation and forced to commit crimes—have you ever thought about why they commit crimes?"
Hearing this, Batman was slightly stunned, his mind constantly pondering this question, lingering without an answer.
"Put it this way, those people who commit crimes out of desperation do so because Gotham's living environment is harsh, which is why they take this path."
As Lynn spoke, blue flames spewed from the soles of his feet, pushing his body to slowly rise into the air.
"And by locking those criminals up, you are equivalently providing them with protection in disguise."
"After they escape, they'll continue committing crimes and killing people. All those killed die because of you."
Hearing this, Batman's heart violently shook.
Not only did the person in front of him treat human lives as grass, he even openly defied the law.
But what the other party said just now seemed... not entirely unreasonable.
"All of this is just your own thoughts." He retorted.
Bathed in the hazy morning light, Lynn rapidly rose into the air, his figure disappearing into the city's neon lights.
"This is a fact, Hajibat. They could have survived, but they died because of you."
"Therefore, you are Gotham's biggest criminal!"
Batman fell silent, not knowing what to say to refute these words.
Under the faint glow of dawn, he stood dazedly in the dead street, resembling a gargoyle sculpture, gradually submerged in the city's hustle and bustle.
Chapter 13: It Is Time to Kidnap Bruce Wayne
In the East District, under the dusk streetlights.
Lynn sat on a roadside bench, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hands.
"Jason, is your mom dead?"
Jason nodded, lowering his head with a very calm emotional state.
"She died of illness a few days ago. I left some hajimi north-south mung beans for her, but it didn't seem to have any effect."
He didn't know why the hajimi north-south mung beansthat worked on him were useless to his mother.
He also didn't know why, with both parents dead, there wasn't the slightest emotional fluctuation in his heart.
"Jason, godfather has a favor to ask of you."
Lynn took a sip of wine and immediately spoke up.
"What is it, godfather."
Jason raised his eyes, looking at the handsome man beside him.
It was currently sunset time, with the setting sun slowly sinking into the horizon, casting its afterglow towards the city.
The sunset afterglow hit Lynn's body, plating his silhouette with a layer of gold.
"I will take you to a place later. At that time, you just need to help me keep an eye on someone and don't let him escape."
Lynn lowered his eyes, fixing his gaze on Jason, and said earnestly.
Although Jason was young, he possessed astonishing wisdom beyond his age, reacting in an instant.
"Godfather, who did you kidnap?"
"Bruce Wayne," Lynn replied.
"Your task is very simple, watch him and don't let him run away, just wait for me to come back."
Lynn shifted his buttocks, trying to make himself sit more comfortably.
"Didn't you always say you wanted to visit other cities before? At that time, godfather will take you to Metropolisand take you to see Supergirl."
"Godfather, I don't want to see Supergirl."
"No, you are still young, you don't understand the gold content of what it means to have big naibeitou."
Jason: "..."
Fine, he had indeed never seen one with big naibeitou.
"I know what you're thinking, godfather will help you resurrect your parents then, and let them take you to Metropolis."
Lynn extended his right hand, stroked Jason's head and smiled.
"But my dad said, people cannot come back to life once they die."
"Then let's make a promise. You help me with this favor, and then godfather will resurrect your parents and let them take you to Metropolis. If you don't believe it, the two of us can pinky promise."
Looking at Lynn's earnest face, Jason nodded.
He extended his right pinky finger, hooking it together with Lynn's pinky finger.
The sunset afterglow gradually stretched the shadows of the two people, burying them in the hustle and bustle of the city.
At this time, an untimely voice sounded.
"Look at these jewelry and accessories, and these leather bags, they were all snatched by my brothers from the Diamond District."
"What the fuck? You say these are all fakes? Kid, why don't you look at my skin color? You actually think I sell fakes, do fakes not require cost?"
"Holy crab! You fucking can question my character, but you cannot question the products in my hand!"
A black beauty was trying hard to sell the products she obtained through zero-dollar purchasing.
Just looking at this matte skin tone, one would know that the products in her hands couldn't be any more real.
Even on quite a few packaging boxes, some anti-counterfeiting signs like bloodstains and footprints could be seen.
The veins on Lynn's forehead twitched, and he abruptly stood up from the chair, walking to the stall front.
"I am very angry right now, if zero-dollar purchases don't pay taxes, as an IRS Agent, I am going to strike heavily!"
Hearing this, the black woman glanced at Lynn, and then cursed disdainfully:
"Fack! How could you damn Asian guy be an IRS Agent of our America, believing you is worse than believing your mom is a bitch!"
The black young man beside her snickered and chimed in: "Hey buddy, if you're not buying, then hurry the fuck up and get lost!"
"Tsk, the language of black bros is indeed incomprehensible."
Lynn shook his head and took out a vulcan gatling from the system backpack.
"Since that's the case, then all of you go to hell!" He grinned, a Homelander-style smile appearing on his face.
Da da da!!
Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six roots purified depleted uranium rounds, three thousand six hundred revolutions per breath, great mercy and great compassion deliver all beings.
Lynn slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and his depressed emotions eased a lot instantly.
"Comfortable."
Jason beside him looked at this scene with astonishment all over his face, completely dumbfounded.
This... this wasn't necessary, right?
Just a zero-dollar purchase, and he was going to get pelted by such terrifying firepower?
Lynn put away his gun and stood, with a thought in mind, bringing up his blue panel.
[Main Quest: Investigate the Situation of Gotham's Outsiders]
[Quest Description: A batch of outsiders has recently arrived on the Gotham map, please investigate their information and their purpose for coming here.]
[Rewards: Random Item * 2, Random Skill * 1, Experience Points 30, Gotham Reputation + 50]
[Remarks: Gotham does not welcome outsiders, especially stinky out-of-towners.]
"Hoo... After much deliberation, I'm still planning to rely on Bruce Wayne's batcomputer to investigate the situation of these outsiders."
Looking at the quest panel in front of him, Lynn recalled his investigations over these past few days.
Originally he thought that, relying on his identity as an IRS Agent, as long as he obtained the police department's data, he could find those outsiders.
As a result, the police department's data hadn't been updated since five years ago, let alone finding any outsiders.
"Fortunately, Gotham has a pervert like Batman."
Lynn couldn't help but feel relieved, luckily Batman was perverted enough to lay out city-wide surveillance and wiretaps.
These things were enough to collect everyone's information into the batcomputer's database.
As long as he swapped identities, appearances, professions, etc., with Bruce Wayne, he could obtain the desired information from the batcomputer and then complete this quest.
"Then let's begin."
Lynn opened the system map and began searching for the location where Bruce Wayne was.
"Kidnap Bruce Wayne, and then swap identities, disguise as him, to complete this quest."
Soon, Lynn found the place where Bruce Wayne was located.
"Tsk... As expected of a playboy, he's actually over at the Imperial Hotel."
Finding the target's location, Lynn didn't hesitate in the slightest, directly driving to drop Jason off at his Villa first, and then rushing toward Bruce Wayne's location.
Parking the car at the entrance of the Imperial Hotel, Lynnput on the bear da suit, shouldered the Rocket launcher and rushed straight in.
The next moment——
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sounds of artillery fire and gunshots rose and fell one after another.
...
"Master Bruce, robbers have broken into the Imperial Hotel where you are staying."
Bruce Wayne was sleep-eyed, with the voice of butler Alfred coming from beside his ear.
"What's the situation, Alfred?"
Last night he had just finished attending an upper-class party, and after spending a night of spring with his lover, he acted as Batman catching criminals in Gotham's streets and alleys.
Having finally returned at 3:30 AM, he was about to fall asleep.
As a result, at 4:00 AM, that so-called Tony Stark gave him a phone call, shouting at him to get up and sleep again.
This made Bruce Wayne immediately furious, wishing he could immediately catch that guy and then send him into prison.
"There is a robber wearing a bear head cover, wearing iron armor, and carrying a Rocket launcher on his shoulder who is robbing the Imperial Hotel where you are located."
Hearing that someone was committing a crime, Bruce Wayne instantly sobered up a lot.
"Send my bat armor over, Alfred."
He hurriedly sat up, preparing to get out of bed immediately.
However, as if thinking of something, Bruce's entire body instantly froze.
"Alright, is anything else needed, sir?"
Alfred on the other end of the phone asked again.
"Sir? What's wrong with you?"
"Alfred, what did you say the robber was dressed as?"
"Wearing a bear head cover, wearing iron armor, and carrying a Rocket launcher on his shoulder."
"Very good, standing right in front of me is a person wearing a bear head cover, wearing iron armor, and carrying a Rocket launcher on his shoulder."
Alfred: "..."
Chapter 14: So You Admit Batman Is You?
Bruce Wayne frowned, gazing at the fellow in front of him.
"Tony Stark, what do you want?"
He felt a dull ache in his groin.
He definitely had to find some time to have Lucius help him research an anti-Tony Stark armor.
Otherwise, with the muzzle of this Rocket launcher and a gatling gun pressed right against his face, even Batmancouldn't take it.
"Didn't do much, just wanted to ask you to help me take care of a kid."
Lynn put away the vulcan gatling, stating his request very naturally, as if the two of them were old friends of many years.
"Can I refuse?"
"You cannot."
"Is this what it looks like when you're asking someone for a favor?" Bruce Wayne looked at the Rocket launcher on the other's shoulder, the corners of his mouth twitching incessantly.
Who in the world would point a Rocket launcher at someone else's head while asking them for a favor?
"Nobody says you can't ask for favors like that."
Bruce Wayne: "..."
What you said makes so much sense that I am actually left speechless.
"Just a reminder, all the gangs in Gotham already have photos of you selling your body, and if one day they rush into Wayne Manor, drag you out, and send to a gay club, I imagine your backdoor would be wide open, right?"
Bruce Wayne almost choked on his breath.
He took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth: "What's the situation with that kid you mentioned?"
"His family lives in the East End, and he had a major illness before, but he's a bit better now, currently in my Villa."
Lynn recalled Jason's situation and said happily,
"He's very smart and possesses world-shaking wisdom."
Bruce Wayne committed this information to memory.
"Any other traits?" he asked.
"Oh right, just like you, both his parents are dead and he's an orphan."
Bruce Wayne: (╬ ಠ beneficial ಠ)
...
Inside a certain Villa in the suburbs.
"Godfather, did you really tie him up and bring him here?"
Jason looked at the tightly bound Bruce Wayne, then looked at Lynn, who had changed into the bear da suit, his heart filled with disbelief.
He hadn't expected that his godfather would actually kidnap Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham.
And there was no sound of police sirens outside; could his godfather be someone from the police department?
Bruce Wayne sat on the chair, his entire body bound tightly in a rope bondage style.
The wiretaps and other communicators capable of contacting the outside world on his body were all collected by Lynn.
Bruce Wayne looked at Jason, then looked at Lynn in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitching incessantly.
"Is this what you meant by having me take care of a child?"
Lynn nodded:
"That's right, Jason has world-shaking wisdom and won't run around blindly, but you yourself would run around, so in order to make you help me take care of the kid, I had no choice but to tie you up."
I thank you so much for tying me up into such a shameful appearance.
Bruce Wayne's face was covered in dark lines, turning as dark as charcoal.
"The graves of my parents were dug up by you, right?" he asked unhappily.
Lynn shook his head: "Not quite, the graves I dug were Batman's parents."
"...Aren't those still my parents' graves?"
"So you admit Batman is you?"
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Jason sat to the side, his eyes wide open, blankly watching the two of them.
Turns out Batman was Bruce Wayne?
This was simply too absurd; a wealthy young master and playboy, why would his brain short-circuit to want to be Batman?
"Spit it out, what on earth do you want to do by tying me over here?" Bruce Wayne took a deep breath and asked.
"Don't tell me any of that nonsense about having me take care of a kid; do you think I'd believe that?"
"Well... since you've already guessed it, then I'll mercifully tell you."
Lynn crossed his legs and sat next to Jason.
"To be honest with you, I'm going to be Bruce Wayne for a day, and then use your identity, your profession, and various skills to cuckold your lovers, and by the way, tip the web novel I'm reading a few hundred Silver Alliances."
Hearing this, Bruce Wayne was dumbfounded.
What the hell is all this nonsense?
"You mean... you want to impersonate me? Take away everything I have?"
"I just want to borrow your database for a bit, and I'll return it to you after I'm done."
Lynn waved his hand with a relaxed expression.
"Who would have nothing better to do than to go be an orphan?"
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Is this something a human being could possibly say?
"Jason, help me keep a close eye on him, and make sure he doesn't break free."
Lynn turned his head, reached out to pat Jason's head, and instructed:
"Once this is done, I will resurrect your parents and let them take you to Metropolis to see Supergirl."
"Godfather, I don't want to see Supergirl..."
Bruce Wayne had originally been thinking of an escape plan, but after hearing Lynn's words, he froze.
"Wait... what did you just say?"
"Go to Metropolis to see Supergirl."
Lynn replied, his face full of anticipation.
"I've heard that Supergirl's chest is huge."
"She is indeed quite huge." Bruce Wayne subconsciously recalled that lovely figure.
He shook his head and continued,
"But that's not the sentence I asked about, the previous one."
"Resurrect Jason's parents."
Lynn curled his lip; could this Batman have taken a fancy to his resurrection card?
"Can you really resurrect his parents?"
Bruce Wayne's eyes lit up, fixing a tight stare on the Tony Stark in front of him.
"Fake."
Lynn rolled his eyes; he knew that the Bruce Wayne in front of him had his eyes on this matter.
"Don't even think about it, I promised Jason that if he helps me handle this matter well, I'll resurrect his parents."
Bruce Wayne took a deep breath, his face full of seriousness: "I can also help you with things."
Lynn raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face.
"Really?"
Bruce Wayne nodded, an identical smile also appearing on his face.
"Of course it's real."
Just when he thought this matter was settled,
"Even if it's real, no." Lynn refused with a cheeky grin.
"I'm a person who respects the elderly and loves the young; Jason is a child, so I help him. You're neither an old geezer nor a child, why on earth should I help you?"
The expression on Bruce Wayne's face instantly froze.
"Jason, I'll leave him to you."
After instructing Jason to keep watch over Bruce Wayne, Lynn immediately used the NPC Identity Swap Card on Bruce Wayne.
[NPC Identity Swap Card: From The Sims 4, swaps identity, skills, profession, appearance, etc., with a designated person within 24 hours]
[Remark: Right now, live-stream a Getsuga Tensho using someone else's identity!]
Almost instantly, Lynn's figure and appearance began to transform into that of Bruce Wayne.
And Bruce Wayne also turned into Lynn's appearance.
Except for their memories, the two's appearances, identities, professions, voices, and so on were all exchanged under the effect of the NPC Identity Swap Card.
[NPC Identity Swap Card has been activated, remaining time 23:59:53]
Jason widened his eyes, staring intently at the changes on Lynn's body.
"God... Godfather, how did you turn into..."
"Turned into Bruce Wayne's appearance, right?" A low, hoarse voice came out from Lynn's mouth.
After seeing the changes on Lynn's body clearly, Bruce Wayne's pupils shrank violently.
How could this fellow have such a method?
Ever since Tony Stark killed Two-Face last time, Bruce Wayne and the old butler Alfred had been secretly collecting information on him.
Bruce Wayne recalled the information collected during this period.
Tony Stark not only had a perverted personality and super high driving skills, but also a set of high-efficiency armor, as well as a gatling gun and a Rocket launcher with suspected infinite bullets and shells.
He had originally thought he understood this fellow thoroughly enough.
He hadn't expected that the other party could now even turn into his appearance, and even... resurrect the dead.
Could this fellow really be that comic book character?
The Bat Gang's Iron Man, Tony Stark?
Chapter 15: Wild imagination and then cosplay...
Wayne Manor.
Half of the setting sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and the city's flashing neon lights shone like scattered stars, gradually erasing the last lingering shades of madder red and golden yellow in the sky.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the elderly butler Alfred had graying hair, and his gray horseshoe mustache was neatly trimmed.
He stood in front of Lynn, looking every bit the meticulous English gentleman butler.
"Young Master Bruce, is falling into such a dangerous predicament also part of your plan?" Alfred's tone carried a hint of worry.
"Of course, Alfred." Lynn spoke, imitating Bruce Wayne's tone.
Although he didn't have Bruce Wayne's memories, based on his own stereotypes of him, he shouldn't be recognized by Alfred so quickly.
"Young Master, next time, could you please not take such risks?"
Alfred sighed and gently advised:
"Last time you caught Joker, your kidney was injured; when you caught Scarecrow, you accidentally inhaled fear toxin, leading to neurasthenia; when you caught Two-Face, your leg bone broke, and the cartilage in your knees was almost worn away.
You are already battered and bruised, and you might not always be able to break free from such dangerous situations every time.
You should know that human beings have limits, and you have reached yours."
Hearing this, Lynn was slightly stunned.
Is this the legendary stress-resistant Hajibat?
"So I stop being human, Alfred."
He waved his hand and walked towards the Batcave, looking carefree and at ease.
"Batman can never have limits!"
Alfred stood still, his cloudy eyes fixed tightly on Young Master Bruce's back, his face still wearing that worried expression.
Although the tone of speech and the voice were very similar to the Young Master's,
years of experience getting along with Bruce Wayne told him—the person in front of him was very likely not Young Master Bruce.
Walking into the kitchen, Alfred carefully recalled everything that had just happened and murmured: "Perhaps it's just my imagination?"
Looking at the simmering chicken soup, he always felt a bit awkward inside.
"I need to test him. If Young Master Bruce really got into trouble..."
...
Inside the Batcave.
Lynn sat in front of the batcomputer, the fluorescent light emitted from the screen hitting his face, illuminating his pupils brightly.
His fingers continuously tapped on the keyboard, making a clattering sound, and the computer began to execute rapidly, reviewing the database Lynn wanted to find.
As the helmsman of Wayne Enterprises, Bruce Wayne's batcomputer contained countless files.
Among them were not only key clues to every single case in Gotham over the past five years, but also some of the city's most serious livelihood issues.
Even the personality traits of quite a few criminals and potential dangerous elements were collected inside, and contingency plans were even listed out.
"Hiss... To say Bruce Wayne has no mental issues, I wouldn't believe it at all."
Lynn's gaze scanned continuously through the data in the batcomputer, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Cyberstalking a person and collecting their personality information and preferences to prepare to conquer them is perverted."
"Bruce Wayne cyberstalking a group of people, collecting a massive amount of information to prepare to conquer these criminals, is simply a motherfucking pervert among perverts."
Soon, the data and information of those people who had come to Gotham from out of town in recent months appeared on the computer screen.
"Sure enough, I'm here."
Lynn spotted himself right in the middle wearing the bear da suit at a glance, along with the contingency plan beside it.
"Using Joker's laughing gas or Scarecrow's fear toxin to deal with me?"
His expression was somewhat weird, "Hajibat, you guy."
Scrolling further down, the data on the screen began to refresh rapidly.
"There are several other out-of-towners here, one of whom was caught robbing by the Penguin Gang, and another working as a sex worker over on Bowery Street..."
Aside from some ordinary people, Lynn unexpectedly discovered that an employee from LexCorp was actually at Wayne Enterprises.
"Logan Howlett?"
Lynn's eyes looked somewhat odd; why did he feel this name was somewhat familiar?
"Could this guy be Wolverine from next door's Marvel?"
Looking further down, Lynn found that this person's profile was utterly ordinary, just a regular employee of LexCorp.
"I knew it, how could someone from Marvel next door cross over? It's not like that guy Deadpool."
"Young Master Bruce, what crossing over?"
"Of course it's..." Lynn was about to answer, but immediately reacted and turned his head to look behind him.
"Alfred, how come there wasn't a single sound when you came in?"
Alfred held the chicken soup, a benevolent smile on his face.
"I think you need chicken soup right now to fill your long-starved body."
Lynn didn't think much of it, directly picked up the chicken soup Alfred was holding, and drank it all down in one gulp.
"Thank you, Alfred."
Hearing this, Alfred's pupils shrank violently.
He was certain that the person in front of him... was not Young Master Bruce.
Because Young Master Bruce would never do this!
Finishing the chicken soup, Lynn returned the bowl to Alfred and continued querying the data of Gotham's outsiders.
Clack!
A cold muzzle pressed against the back of his head.
"You are not Young Master Bruce... Who on earth are you?"
Lynn's whole body stiffened.
He was recognized just like that?
"I am Bruce Wayne, Alfred, are you hallucinating from exhaustion?"
"Still pretending?" Alfred's eyes narrowed slightly, radiating an extremely dangerous aura from his entire body.
In his early years, he originated from the British intelligence service, having received professional training and experienced countless life-or-death battles.
To save Young Master Bruce, Alfred could abandon everything, even... his life.
"I've lived with Young Master Bruce for so many years; whether you are Young Master Bruce or not, I can tell at a single glance!"
Hearing Alfred's resolute tone, Lynn sighed.
"Since it's come to this, I won't pretend anymore. I'm laying my cards on the table."
Lynn shrugged and used the intelligence-reducing aura ability card on Alfred.
[Intelligence-reducing aura ability card: Peter Griffinmodel, after use can designate one person's IQ to be reduced to Peter Griffin's equivalent level, duration 48 hours]
Almost instantly, Alfred's IQ began to drop, and even his chin turned into a butt-chin, making him look like some ultimate degenerate.
Seeing himself pointing a gun at the Young Master's head, the solemn expression on Alfred's face gradually turned into a wise smile.
"Young Master Bruce, do you want me to blow a hole in your head and then cosplay President Kennedy?"
"OMG, we are simply geniuses! Just blowing a hole in the head lets us cosplay the President of America. Which genius came up with this... Let me guess, it must be a graduate student!"
Lynn: "..."
Is this the effect of Peter Griffin's matching intelligence-reducing aura?
"Alfred, I don't want to cosplay Kennedy."
"Young Master, I think after you cosplay him, you can lead Wayne Enterprises to rule Gotham, issuing decrees that women can only wear three-piece lingerie..."
Alfred's gaze gradually became idiotic, his excited face overflowing with a perverted smile.
"That way we can see their huge boobs anytime and anywhere. Whether they're real or fake, we'll know just by reaching out and touching them."
"What if their husbands don't agree?" Lynn asked.
The Peter-fied Alfred stroked his chin, then said it as a matter of course:
"Then we'll give their husbands sex reassignment surgery, cut off their little brothers, and attach fake tits."
Hearing this, the corners of Lynn's mouth twitched slightly.
This isn't an intelligence-reducing aura, it's fucking Peter Griffin possession, right?
Not only does it reduce intelligence, it's also degenerated.
"Alfred, there is a free lunch in the kitchen. Do you want to go take a look?"
Hearing this, Alfred froze entirely.
He unassumingly put away his handgun, his eyeballs spinning constantly as he observed the entire Batcave.
"Free lunch? Oh, Young Master, you stay here by yourself. Maybe you'll even sneak a peek at some adult-only movies while I'm away..."
"Uh, I mean, I'm going to the kitchen to clean up... Definitely not thinking about that free lunch."
Finished speaking, Alfred impatiently left the Batcave, fearing that Lynn would snatch the free lunch from him.
"Whew... I didn't expect to be recognized right away. This Peter Griffin intelligence-reducing aura is really fucking effective at lowering IQ."
Lynn shook his head, pulled back his thoughts, and placed his gaze on the computer screen in front of him.
Displayed prominently on it was a person's profile.
"Logan Howlett, male, likes men, 33 years old, native of Smallville, Metropolis, employee of LexCorp's construction department..."