Chapter 1. Crime Alley, the birthplace of bats. ...
[Game Start—]
In this game, you will play as Batman; you are the character. The game ends if your character dies during the simulation.
Your identity is: Bruce Wayne AKA Batman.
[Character Background: You were born into the mysterious Wayne family of Gotham. Driven by a sense of justice, you confront the city's deepest evils, becoming Gotham's Dark Knight, "Batman." You are a master of combat, possess exceptional intelligence, and utilize high-tech equipment and physical prowess to fight crime and protect Gotham.]
The game has become real.
As Wen Yue gazed at the semi-transparent game panel that had been activated in the air, a wave of sorrow washed over her.
It's one thing for a woman to transmigrate into a man, but to transmigrate into Bruce Wayne and have to play Batman? Is there any way for people to survive in this world?
Bruce Wayne almost perfectly fits all the rules of a protagonist: unparalleled family background, orphaned, tragic background, and high moral character.
Is it possible for her to maintain this "beautiful, strong, and tragic" persona?
The game panel gradually changes, revealing the quest.
[Daily Mission: Become Batman and fight crime.]
He'd just arrived in this damp alley, penniless and empty-handed, wearing only a shirt, casual trousers, and a trench coat, with nothing but his phone. He didn't even have a Batman suit. How was he supposed to fight crime? With his head?
"Where's customer service? Where is the game's customer service? Can I just quit?"
Unfortunately, the game panel coldly and completely disappeared after displaying the mission, without giving any response whatsoever.
Wen Yue wanted to cry but couldn't.
Three days ago, she saw online that the Batman simulation game was in closed beta and that signing up would give her a chance to win a free game, so she filled out a questionnaire and submitted her application.
On the day she learned she had won the lottery, she excitedly entered the game and was transported to this world in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, free things are always the most expensive. Now I don't know if she's playing the game or the game is playing her.
"Game? You're playing me." Wen Yue covered her face, her expression bleak as she gave her answer; her mood was as desolate as the autumn wind.
The sky had just experienced a rainfall, leaving the world looking refreshed. Patches of water remained on the uneven ground of the alleyway.
Through the reflective water, one's eyes are drawn to a perfectly sculpted face with distinct features. Her black hair is loose, her eyebrows are lowered, and she exudes a melancholic and calm aura. Beneath her thick eyelashes are deep blue eyes that convey deep affection. Her slightly open shirt adds a touch of sexiness, but when she smiles, she appears very gentle.
"Perfection," Wen Yue commented, noting that he was as handsome as a mannequin.
Judging from appearance alone, the body is not very old, around twenty years old, but the muscles are very thin, there are no signs of high-intensity exercise, and no injuries were found on the body.
Perhaps this Bruce Wayne hasn't become Batman yet.
She pulled out her phone and searched for "Batman," but got no results; the search did suggest a bunch of bat pictures. She wanted a person, not a real bat!
Okay, where's the real Bruce Wayne? Let him be Batman himself!
She then searched for Bruce Wayne, but the only results were Pokémon named "Blue," and scrolling down led to encyclopedias about Blue. This wasn't what she wanted; she didn't want to read the complete Pokémon encyclopedia.
After thinking for a moment, she deleted a few more words and searched for "Wayne." This time, the results were relevant: The Wayne Family, the founders of Gotham. Ninety percent of Gotham's infrastructure funding comes from the Wayne family. In short, the Wayne Family is Gotham itself; they control Gotham and lead it…
Searching reveals that this family is extremely wealthy and powerful, and the backgrounds of its members are very mysterious. No one in the family can be found online, including Bruce Wayne, who has no online presence.
How strange...
Wen Yue thoughtfully put away her phone; perhaps she should make a trip to Wayne Manor.
He died before he could even begin his mission. Wen Yue muttered curses as she walked out of the alley.
She was just about to take a taxi to Wayne Manor when some darn game system wiped out her account balance with a single click, leaving her truly penniless.
How can you get to Wayne Manor without money? Wayne Manor is located on a separate island belonging to the Wayne family, at least 30 kilometers away from where she is currently. It would take at least an hour by taxi, let alone walking. Even if she walked until her legs were worn out, she might not be able to get there before dark.
Walking there is out of the question. It's more realistic to do any odd job to earn some money and then take a taxi than to walk directly to Wayne Manor.
However, there is another way—
She'll take a taxi first, then pay when she gets to Wayne Manor. It doesn't matter if she's broke; Wayne Manor certainly has money. She's got nothing to lose; she can have the driver ask the people at the manor for the money. As long as she's broke, she's already in an invincible position.
Wen Yue's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with an evil light.
"Fuck you**! How dare you evade the fare! I'll f*** you! You *****!" A curse rang out, indicating a dispute at the intersection ahead.
The driver pulled a shotgun from under his seat and started firing, yelling, "Fuck you, go repent before my gun, you damn poor bastard..."
The passenger, brimming with martial spirit, hid behind some unfortunate fellow's car parked on the side of the road, pulled out an AK50, and fired back, "biubiubiu!" He shouted, "I'm not paying, what can you do to me? You drive like this and still want money? You son of a bitch, I'll fuck your son of a bitch, you stupid dog shit driver..."
The fighting raged, with both sides exchanging insults. Bystanders, used to the spectacle, took cover and muttered curses.
Wen Yue, who had been trembling behind the wall, regained her clear eyes and completely abandoned her previous thoughts. Now she just wanted to be a good person.
Barefoot people are indeed not afraid of those wearing shoes, but they are afraid of gun barrels and bullets.
Gotham City truly lives up to its reputation for its simple and honest people! So simple, so incredibly simple!
Okay, we still need to make money.
After transmigrating, Wen Yue's previously terrible English became as fluent as her native language. Perhaps she could find a job as an English-Chinese translator, but unfortunately, she was unfamiliar with the place and had no connections whatsoever.
I had no choice but to look for jobs nearby that were hiring.
I passed by what looked like a high-end restaurant, and they were hiring waiters. They required good looks, but it was only for night shifts, and they only paid wages every two weeks. The tenure seemed too long, so I'll think about it.
There's a remote clinic nearby that's hiring an assistant. All you need is a health certificate and they can even pay you in advance. But Wen Yue doesn't have a health certificate and doesn't have the money to get one. She'll have to wait and see.
I heard that the Penguin Gang and the Black Mask Gang are both recruiting temporary workers. They don't require anything and the wages are paid daily and the pay is very high. Unfortunately, Wen Yue doesn't want to work for a gang. This job is too dangerous. She'll look for more.
Wen Yue has been found—
Don't get me wrong, she didn't find a job, she found a car.
A cool motorcycle with the key still in the ignition, standing quietly by the roadside without an owner—it's practically the perfect mode of transportation.
This heavy motorcycle's overall design resembles a starship poised for launch, combining a sense of technology and power. Flowing lines run from the front to the rear, outlining a futuristic silhouette that immediately sets it apart.
I stumbled upon my dream car in the wild! What a stroke of luck!
"Found a car, everyone!"
Wen Yue gently stroked its uniquely crafted, rounded yet powerful front design. Her fingertips traced the center of the motorcycle; the surface, specially treated with a matte finish, gleamed with a subtle yet luxurious sheen in the sunlight. The rich black leather contrasted sharply with the delicate patterns of the red paint, complementing the metallic luster of the components and exuding style and individuality. Her hand finally rested on the distinctively shaped rear wing, resembling an eagle about to take flight, possessing a unique dynamism and sense of speed.
"My God, this is the car of my dreams! I want to take it home."
Wen Yue straddled the motorcycle, started the key, and got ready to go. "Wild motorcycles, let's roam the world together..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him.
"Who are you wandering the world with?" The man, wearing a red hood and with two pistols at his waist, walked towards Wen Yue with a casual gait. His cardigan and short leather jacket couldn't hide his well-built physique with a large chest and eight-pack abs.
Red Hood walked to the motorcycle, placed his hand on the handlebars, and said to Wen Yue, who was staring blankly at him, "You know this isn't your motorcycle, right?"
At that moment, Wen Yue didn't think about anything and blurted out, "You know the car keys weren't in the ignition, right?"
A suffocating silence ensued.
The conversation and the attire are indeed familiar.
"You're not going to be called Red Hood, are you?" Wen Yue asked hesitantly.
"Hmm, what else?" Red Hood tilted his head, the electronic eyes on his hood even able to make a fierce expression. "Knowing I'm Red Hood, you still dare to steal my car?"
Wen Yue was speechless and unable to defend herself.
Wen Yue wanted to cry but couldn't.
All she wants to do right now is bury her face in her hands and sob. Her family is doomed! They've been caught doing something terrible! And it's none other than Red Bucket, the infamous anti-hero from DC!
As everyone knows, behind the red hood is Jason Todd, the second son of the Wayne family; Bruce Wayne is his father. Perhaps there's still a chance to salvage the situation; maybe showing her face will help. "Look at my face, doesn't it look familiar?"
Red Hood scrutinized Wen Yue carefully, his probing gaze making Wen Yue tense. After a long while, he said, "OK, brother, although you look like a male model in a magazine, that's not a reason for you to steal cars."
Okay, it seems facial recognition won't work. Just to be safe, I'll double-check: "My name is Bruce Wayne."
"Even if you call me the King of Heaven, you'd better get out of my car!" Red Hood was getting impatient—he didn't react at all to the name Bruce Wayne.
The case is solved; it seems this red bucket wasn't adopted by the Wayne family.
"Sigh, look at the mess this has made." Wen Yue awkwardly climbed out of the car, patted the imaginary dust off the seat, and secretly glanced at the driver. She met the driver's eyes, which had turned into a fierce inverted triangle under the red hood. Their silent gazes collided, and the guilty one looked away first.
Wen Yue looks at the sky and the ground but not at people.
"Um, I'm sorry, bro, I really didn't mean to steal the car. It was just that the motorcycles with keys on the side of the road were too tempting, and I couldn't resist for a moment." She bravely admitted her mistake.
"..." The man in the red hood remained silent, only torturing the other party with his gaze.
Under this unsettling gaze, Wen Yue touched her hair and smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her clothes, making eight hundred small movements per second.
In the awkward atmosphere, she finally gave up and said, "How about this... you treat me to a meal, and that'll be the end of it?"
"Huh? I'm treating you?" Red Hood's confusion was barely concealed by his helmet. He'd never seen anything like this in all his years in Gotham. He spread his right hand, pointed at Wen Yue, and retorted, "Shouldn't you be the one treating me?"
"Okay! I'll treat you!" Wen Yue immediately agreed, shaking hands with the red-hooded man with an innocent look on her face: "Let me treat you to a meal!"
"?!"
Red Hood: Something seems off!
Wen Yue: To control or manipulate.
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