[DC×JJK] My life is cursed

[Kron733]

Let me introduce myself. My name is Blake Wayne, I am male, and I am 13 years old.

My father is Batman, and my mother is Catwoman. I am grateful for the fact that such incredible people are my parents.

I am fully aware of how fortunate I was to be born into such a great environment. With immense wealth, a kind, righteous, and dependable family, and inheriting both of my parents' good looks and strengths—what more could I ask for?

However, unfortunately, despite having all these advantages, I am living a very unhappy life.

Just to clarify in advance, my unhappiness is absolutely not because of Batman, so I hope there are no weird misunderstandings. The true source of my misfortune, ironically, is a certain "curse" that I ended up receiving by winning an extremely improbable chance...


A "curse" is the strangest, most twisted, and most repulsive phenomenon in this world.

Quite literally, when something is cursed, it undergoes a warped and bizarre transformation. For example, if a person falls under a curse, they may become so grotesquely twisted into a lump of flesh that their original form is unrecognizable, or they may turn into a monster that seeks to curse others.

For the record, that monster… is me.


From this point on, things might get a bit tedious, but I'll explain in detail why I call myself a monster.

There exists a hidden world that not only ordinary people but even the most intelligent scholars and most magical beings are unaware of. I call this world the "Curse Realm."

This Curse Realm revolves around the concept of curses that I mentioned earlier. It serves as the main stage for Cursed sorcerers, who are tasked with handling, eliminating, or neutralizing various supernatural disasters, anomalies, and threats.

Moreover, these "curses" exist everywhere in the world, and it is generally the case that each country has its own form of a Curse Realm system. If a country lacked such a system, it would have already been devoured by curses and ceased to exist.

In the case of this country, there is an organization called the "American Cursed Sorcerer League."(ACSL) This organization is completely hidden from anyone who is not directly involved. Only the highest authorities in the U.S., the President, and the cursed sorcerers themselves have the right to know of its existence.

And so, I am also a part of that organization. That's right—despite being young, I am already a fully employed, legally recognized worker. I'm a government official.

But this is absolutely nothing to be proud of. I never wanted to take on this kind of job.


One day, I was suddenly discovered to have useful abilities as a cursed sorcerer, and because of that, the organization proposed a deal that was laced with implicit threats. In the end, I had no choice but to accept it. As a result, at just ten years old, I was forced to become a child soldier, constantly facing life-threatening situations.

By all rights, they shouldn't have been able to make me such an offer until I became an adult.

However, ever since superheroes and superhuman beings started emerging in large numbers in America a few decades ago, the power of curses in the U.S. has intensified drastically, pushing them into a state of extreme urgency.

Due to this severe shortage of manpower, the ACSL used the excuse of "ensuring the nation's survival" and forcibly conscripted me as a child soldier.

…Fuck.


Of course, none of my family or their acquaintances know about this.

And while deceiving them wasn't easy—given that they're Bats, after all—I still managed to fool them in the end.

They still suspect me, but at least they haven't found out. That's all that matters. If they were ever to learn about the Curse Realm or the existence of curses, my brain would be erased instantly, and I would die.

Every c sorcerer in America is bound by a single, absolute "binding vow." This vow is enforced by a system that takes away the violator's brain if they break it.

The contents of the vow are: "Do not intentionally reveal the truth about curses or the Cursed Realm to any being except authorized individuals. And if a situation arises where someone is at risk of discovering it, you must step in and prevent it.".


Ah, fuck it, I'm tired of explaining. I'm done with this.

Why the hell am I even lying in bed in the middle of the night, monologuing like I'm talking to someone?

The reason is simple—if I don't vent like this, if I don't let it out somehow, I'll actually lose my mind and become a real lunatic.

Damn it. Tonight, once again, I have to sneak out while my family is off protecting Gotham's night and go deal with Gotham's curses myself.

Exactly at midnight, I'll clock in for work. Not a second earlier. No way in hell I'm starting early.

 

[Kron733]

When I was a nine-month-old baby, having just been born not long ago, I stepped outside my home for the first time with both of my parents.

Seeing and touching the scenery that I had only ever looked at through the window filled me with excitement and wonder.

However, despite being just a young child without a fully developed sense of self, the reason I still vividly remember that day is not because of those happy emotions.

In fact, I soon forgot all those joyful moments due to a terrifying trauma that followed.

It happened when a grotesque-looking cursed spirit entered the stroller where I was lying. That creature, with its hideous, mosquito-like appearance, made a horrific noise as it pierced my arm and sucked my blood.

Terrified, I cried my heart out, my vision blurred by tears. But my mother and father only stared at me in confusion, unable to understand what was happening.

They hurriedly picked me up, turning me this way and that, frantically searching for the cause of my distress—but they found nothing. The wretched mosquito-like curse, which clung to me and drained my blood, was completely invisible to their eyes.

In the end, it wasn't until I was nearly anemic and taken to the hospital that I was finally freed from that curse. Only then was I able to escape the pain and pass out into sleep.

That memory remains one of the most horrifying experiences of my life and one of the most difficult traumas for me to overcome.

Had that cursed spirit been a Grade 3 or higher rather than a Grade 4, I might have died right then and there.

Ever since that day, I suffered from a learned fear of the outside world and PTSD, refusing to step outside and choosing to live entirely within the safety of my home.

Thus, I grew up as a gloomy, introverted, timid, and overly sensitive child.

My entire family looked at me with concern, finding my behavior strange, but their worries were not enough to resolve my deep-rooted fear.

It wasn't until years passed, and I gradually adapted to my environment and overcame my fears on my own, that I was able to curb those pathetic tendencies to some extent.

But that doesn't mean I became a completely different person.

I still grew up as a dark, brooding individual, shaped by my childhood experiences.

And my fear of cursed spirits never fully disappeared—it transformed into an overwhelming hatred.

I despise cursed spirits more than anything in this world. Just looking at them triggers my learned irritation, bringing back memories of past humiliations and filling me with stress.

That's why, ever since becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer, I have never once shown them mercy.

The more I despised them, the more brutally I beat them to satisfy my own sense of vengeance.

Unlike my father, the great hero Batman, I am neither a noble saint nor a selfless champion of justice.

In truth, I never wanted to do this job. I never wished to be a hero, but the world never gave me a choice. From the moment I was born, my fate was already decided.

Gotham City is a hellhole, a cursed pit overflowing with the strongest and most numerous cursed spirits in America.

Moreover, the curses in this city are far from ordinary—they are cunning, malicious, and vastly more dangerous.

As such, no other skilled sorcerers can easily come to provide backup here.

No matter how powerful a Jujutsu Sorcerer may be, unless they are of Special Grade, they will inevitably be crushed under the relentless, overwhelming waves of cursed spirits attacking without end.

That's why I am the only sorcerer working in Gotham—no reinforcements are sent.

Rather than wasting precious manpower in this accursed place only to have them all perish, it's far more efficient to leave everything to me, the one person who can at least guarantee stable results.

With my mastery of Gotham's geography, urban legends, myths, and occult knowledge—combined with my skills in battling intelligent curses—handling things alone is feasible for me.

But that doesn't mean it isn't exhausting. I desperately want reinforcements.

Of course, I don't want just anyone.

If an incompetent sorcerer were to come here, they would only end up being a hindrance to me.