I'm a villain

I traveled.

In fact, I have not seen too many comics before crossing, because when I was young, my family was not popular with this, and when I grew up, I fell into the pit for various reasons. Anyway, until I became a glorious and humble social animal, I only watched a few Marvel movies with my girlfriend during college, and I felt that the special effects were cool, that who and that who were handsome, and Black Widow was really beautiful, and then it was gone.

I don't even know who the characters are.

So much so that my understanding of the world after crossing into three stages.

At first I thought I was in a parallel universe in America, dressed as the son of two rich men. My parents were the kind of upper-class people you see in capitalist movies, in suits and ties, and they haven't been seen since I was a baby. But once my eyes were fully developed and I could see what my family's house looked like, my anger at being a left-behind child disappeared.

- Can grow up as an only child to inherit billions of wealth, what bike?

My goal in life is to reach adulthood and become a dude who is useless to society but no harm!

But it wasn't long before my dreams of a bright future were shattered when my parents managed to manage their busy schedules to have another son, my brother Bruce Wayne.

Does that name ring a bell?

But there's a higher rate of foreign names, with 800 if not 1,000 Bruce names. I don't care about that. I just care if my brother wants to fight me for the family fortune. At this time, countless rich dogs and blood stories float in my heart, so that every time I see Bruce, I have a feeling of unease.

My mother thought I liked my brother, so she went to see him every day, so the housekeeper divided the task of taking care of my brother half to me.

F*ck me.

You don't have a heart to let one eating jelly bean take care of another, Mr. And Mrs. Wayne.

But I still do not want to play a good relationship with my brother, after all, this determines our future is to wear a pair of pants to win the ceo to win the white rich beauty on the peak of life, or two dragons to seize the entropy of the frying.

I have ambition, but the social animals are too bitter, my ambition is not enough to support me like my parents every day 996 to fight for the family business.

If Bruce had that ambition... We'll talk about it then.

My carefree childhood lasted until I found out what my parents were up to.

To tell the truth, I did not feel that I was much responsible and moral people before crossing, and there are many mediocre people in the world who are muddling through, and I am just one of them. But Gotham, this city, she literally upended the way I thought about society, and with every year that I grew older, it changed my perspective.

I used to think there was nothing worse than living in the capital of sin.

Maybe we should go out less, because I don't have a big house.

As it turned out, my parents were part of this morass, extraordinarily rich and corrupt beyond imagination, like the strongest roots in the mud that feed the flower of evil.

F*ck me.

Although my mouth is still cursing, but in fact, my heart is panicked. It turned out that my amiable parents were also two animals in clothes, taking away the future of children like me when I was out of sight, and my joy and happiness were built on the bones of those innocent people.

I've had nightmares ever since. The dream is very much influenced by the Buddha's ideology and spirit in the previous life, stressing a karma cycle, people are doing the day is watching, and sooner or later those ghosts will grab my family by the neck and take us to hell.

But I didn't dare to tell anyone that I couldn't sleep well, and I couldn't tell my parents that I was afraid of my own parents.

Only Bruce knew I was tossing and turning at night, sneaking warm milk from the kitchen, and trying to excuse the housekeeper in the morning so I could get some extra sleep. I really love this brother for nothing, he is the only conscience in my family.

I'm not supposed to be a good person, but I'm not the kind of person who can accept this. I was not taught to kill people for themselves, or to lay on this city like leeches waiting to s*ck the blood out of everyone.

My former country taught me what freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law is, and now I can't see it at all.

I hate this life more and more, if only I had not been born, if only I had not passed through after dying in my previous life.

And I hate Gotham and my parents.

They're the ones who don't let good people live, and they let me suffer like this.

As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence.

I couldn't have killed myself for that reason. Although there have seen too much of the world and can not help but eat the side of the dead salted fish, but also do not know whether it is flowing in the blood of the gas and cruel.

There is a sentence in the uprising of Chen Sheng Wu Guang I still remember: today's death is also dead, the plan is also dead, waiting for death, the death of the country can be?

The Waynes! I'm not a human being!

If I die, I'll take two of them!

Yes, I'm planning to kill my parents with Alfred the butler.

That's a big idea. It's not civilized.

But I'm holding it in too hard, and I've seen how the Waynes treat people, and I can't stand it.

I may have been out of my mind, but there wasn't a therapist in Gotham who could fix me, but by the time I realized what I was doing, the plan was in place.

It was a dark and windy night in Crime Lane.

I don't really want to remember exactly what happened.

Anyway, the plan was for me to finish it off with my mom and dad, go to hell, and my brother Bruce Wayne to take over the family business as Gotham's hottest kid. My brother looks like a thief, and will definitely become a lover arsonist when he grows up. I hope he can treat the girls better, at least get together and part with them, or maybe he will usher in the ending of firewood knife.

But for the first time in my life, the plan I had devised, which had cost me almost all my entire life, had gone wrong at the most crucial step.

-- I'm not dead.

Four men, three dead.

I'm not dead.

My brother, Bruce Wayne, went to see God in my place.

F*ck that.

I suspect I was crazy during that time, but I was definitely not in my right mood. Alfred and I, the two last Wayne family members, hurt each other and supported each other, and we stumbled through that difficult time.

Turns out, you don't know what you're gonna do until you're pushed to the limit.

I killed three people, and it's never gonna be the last three.

I still hated the city, and I wanted it to sink just a little bit, not to drag it out and make everyone sad.

I need to be the man who rules Gotham. And then she'll be alive in my hands.

It was then that my understanding of the world entered its second phase.

My butler made me a costume that, in the normal world, would be considered insane if it wasn't for my costume.

At that moment I realized! This is a comic world!

No wonder Gotham is such a crazy city!

So who am I?

I looked at the black, ear-long armor in my hand and thought.

... That looks familiar. It's not Batman, is it?

Wake up! I haven't seen DC, but is Batman a villain? ! If he was a villain, would I see him in my little nephew's all-age comic book?!

I'm definitely not Batman. But maybe we're infringing on Batman. Let's hope DC doesn't cross the border.

So when Alfred asked me if I wanted to use bats as code names, I firmly said no.

"The Night Owl." I saw the strange bird perched on the treetops next to me 嘲哳 and with a final touch, "Call me Owl."

There's something wrong with the world.

It's not just that I became a night owl, that Alfred became an outsider, that I found myself living in a comic-book world, that the streets are a daily mess of gang wars and evil forces, that meta-humans are born like endless leeks, and so on, which is strange enough for me as a person who lived in a normal universe in a previous life. But what I'm about to say is important.

You must not be afraid.

Anyway, I find the world is full of sick people.

It's not name-calling. I swear I'm not.

They really are not right in the head. I carry with me the memory of the past, I remember the glory and shame, where the mainstream values of society may not be recognized by everyone, but at least as the principle of distinguishing man from beast to pass down its droppings from generation to generation. It seems that they are born to pursue desires and interests |. Only strong and dominant can convince others. Order and morality ar