American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

(I don't know how well these two chapters are written. If they're not well-received, I won't write about magic or anything like that.)

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the blond boy's face.

"Hmm."

Dio groaned, his eyebrows twitched, and he struggled to open his eyes.

The first thing you see is a gray-white ceiling.

"An unfamiliar ceiling."

He subconsciously summoned the Gold Experience.

A golden stand-in appeared beside the bed, silently scanning the surroundings.

At the same time, the spider sensed no stinging sensation, indicating that there was no danger in the surroundings.

The double disappeared.

Dior breathed a sigh of relief, but then he caught a faint fragrance.

It smells like the scent of a young girl who has just taken a bath.

He turned his head and looked at himself.

He lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing his chest wrapped in bandages.

"Someone treated my wound; their technique wasn't professional, but they were very thorough."

Dio propped himself up halfway, but a dull pain came from his ribs, though not as severe as he had imagined.

The people who rescued him helped stabilize the broken bones.

Dio thought to himself, and instinctively looked around to check out his surroundings.

Dark gray wallpaper, a meditation blanket folded in the corner, tarot cards, incense, and crystals scattered around.

The desk was piled with books such as Jung, Nietzsche, and medieval theology.

"Am I going to be saved by some charlatan?"

He shook his head.

The immediate priority is to contact Alfred.

Dio tried to stand up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It seems the bones haven't healed properly!

"Well!"

His lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt that the bed was not bad, so he wanted to lie down for a while longer.

"Gold Experience!"

Dior took a deep breath, the ripples flowing through his body, and his hands, embodying the Golden Experience, covered his chest.

A golden glow seeped into the skin, a tingling sensation spread through the broken bone, and the pain slowly subsided.

The door opened.

"You're awake?"

A black-haired girl stood at the doorway holding a tray, their eyes meeting.

She was about fifteen years old, with a chubby face, delicate and gentle features, and a natural compassion in her eyes.

It's not a deliberate gentleness, but rather something that comes from within, making people unconsciously lower their guard at first glance.

Dior's brow relaxed slightly, and his gaze fell on the scarlet gem on her forehead, pausing for a moment.

He seemed to recognize who this person was.

[Key figure: Raven - Rachel Ross]

It really was you.

But shouldn't she be from the same generation as Nightwing?

Why do you look several years older than me?

What on earth is going on in Gotham?!

Dior sighed inwardly.

Putting everything else aside, Raven possesses immense power and is the kind of creature that will go berserk if provoked.

The most important thing right now is not to provoke her and to try to appear completely harmless.

He considered his words carefully, and was about to speak when the black-haired girl spoke first.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

"what?"

Dior paused for a moment.

Isn't this my word?

Shouldn't he be the one saying "I'm not a bad person"?

Then, once the other party believes you, you can decisively say goodbye and stay far away from this trouble.

After all, as he got older, his unique charm only grew stronger with each passing day.

It's the kind of quality that makes good people instinctively wary, while bad people are deeply attracted to it.

Dior described this quality as the unique charisma of the "Best Villain of the Year."

The girl immediately said, "I'm not a bad person," which caught him off guard.

"I'm sorry, you seem to be in some pain. Do you need me to help you relieve it?"

Rachel was drawn to those emerald-green eyes and couldn't help but reach out her right hand.

She instinctively wanted to share the boy's pain.

Snapped.

Dio instinctively grabbed that hand, his brow furrowing.

Then he saw it.

Gray skin.

Four scarlet eyes.

Surrounded by jet-black tentacles, it slowly wriggled in the air.

That delicate and gentle face disappeared, replaced by a non-human, demonic face.

Half-demon.

Dior's pupils contracted sharply. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still startled, and a ripple involuntarily appeared in his hand.

"Hmm!"

Rachel groaned in pain, and a burnt smell emanated from her gripped wrist.

"Huh? My ripples? What's going on!"

Dio jolted awake, quickly releasing his grip, his tone unusually tinged with apology.

"I'm sorry, are you alright? I didn't mean to."

Rachel stared silently at her wrist, managing a weak smile:

"Hmm, are you a Witcher?"

I don't think so.

Dior clenched his fists, his brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

He seemed to know what the enhanced abilities were after fusing with the saint's remains.

If Jero's Whirlwind Technique was enhanced after he obtained the remains, then his Ripple Technique was enhanced after he fused with the remains.

The saint's remains granted Ripple the conceptual ability of "Demon-Specific Attack".

And it's probably not that simple.

"Oh right, I haven't asked my savior's name yet."

Sensing the increasingly awkward atmosphere, Dior adopted a gentle and harmless expression and changed the subject:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Diana Hall. What's yours?"

Diana Hall? It really is a fake name.

A flicker of realization crossed Dior's eyes, and he decisively followed suit, using a pseudonym as well.

"My name is Bruce Joestar."

"Um."

Rachel responded softly, then lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The atmosphere grew even more silent, as if she were trying her best to suppress something.

Is he going crazy?

Dior clenched his fist quietly, holding the Gold Experience in front of him, and stared at her coldly.

If the raven suddenly goes mad at this moment, he wouldn't mind beating up his savior.

At that moment, a soft whimper escaped from Rachel's mouth.

"Waaah...it's too heavy...why..."

She sobbed and knelt down, radiating a deep sense of despair.

"There's too much...too much...it's really awful..."

Too much? What's too much?

Dio's intended attack was frozen in place.

Two seconds later, he silently withdrew the gold experience.

He thought of the raven's experience; she always seemed unable to resist sharing the pain of others.

so....

"You absorbed my pain? In every sense of the word?"

At this moment, he realized the changes in himself—not only had the physical pain disappeared, but his long-suppressed emotions had also become active again.

"Uh-huh."

A single tear rolled down Rachel's cheek, and she nodded obediently.

"Um, do you have depression?"

"No, right?" Dio stroked his chin. "The doctors all say I'm very healthy."

A few months ago, when he and Bruce were hospitalized after being struck by lightning brought by the Flash's time travel, they also saw a psychologist.

Although he really disliked that doctor, whose questions almost made him punch someone... he now had to admit that the doctor was quite skilled.

After the doctor's visit, he himself didn't have any mental illness, but Bruce's situation was a bit off.

I later heard that the doctor had resigned and would no longer work in that field.

It seems to be EMO.

Yes, it must be Bruce's problem.

"Don't use this ability too often, especially when you see a gloomy, black-haired boy. Don't use it."

Dio finished his thoughts, carefully helped his savior to his feet, and gave him some instructions.

"Otherwise you'll go crazy."

"Is that so? That black-haired boy is Bruce, right?"

Rachel wiped away her tears, raised her head, regained her composure, and entered a state of sage-like tranquility.

Dior's eyes widened slightly, his expression somewhat subtle.

The girl was still saying:

"I know you're using a fake name; your emotions are too obvious."

"In exchange, I will tell you my real name, but you must tell me your real name too."

"I know you're not an ordinary person; I need companions."

Should we take this opportunity to be open and honest?

I've been tricked!

Dio narrowed his eyes; he seemed to have developed a bit of interest in the girl in front of him.

"Okay, I hope you're not too surprised."

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The author really liked this character, so he moved the timeline forward.

Things will turn out alright later.