Gotham's Spider-Man Must Be Righteous and Glorious

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?