Gotham's Spider-Man Must Be Righteous and Glorious
My name is Chen Mo. I transmigrated to Gotham and ended up as an undocumented resident.
In case anyone doesn't recognize me, let me introduce myself:
I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!
At the moment, I'm in the unfortunate state of having no money, no identity, and no health insurance.
My system wants me to be a saintly, righteous do-gooder in Gotham.
In Gotham! Can you imagine that?
But the mask is on, the quips are memorized, and I've already been acting the part for half a month.
Batman thinks there's something wrong with me.
Fair enough—I think so too.
But the guy dressed as a giant bat, who looks more mentally unstable than anyone else in the city, thinks I'm the abnormal one?
What gives him the right to call me abnormal?