Let me tell you, being a baby again is very strange.
Having to depend on someone to take care of you is strange. I'm a well-formed and independent adult man, so not even being able to feed myself alone is strange.
But well, I'm now 6 months old and I've already discovered some things about my new reality. For example, my new name.
I'm Adrian Wilson, son of Betty Wilson and Steven Wilson. My father is a lawyer and my mother is a doctor, so they both earn very well.
My mother has blonde hair and white skin, something I ended up pulling from her, while my father has brown skin, black hair and red eyes, those eyes I pulled from him.
My childhood so far has been very quiet, apart from moments of shame such as the time to be breastfed, or when I get my diaper dirty. Unfortunately, things that I still can't control.
But other than that, my life was very quiet. For brief moments of happiness, I thought it was God giving me a second chance to have a good life with a new family and not make the mistakes before, but I was wrong. There's always something wrong with reincarnations.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Superman passing through my bedroom window.
For those who didn't understand, I'll repeat with more emphasis, THE FUCKING SUPERMAN FLEW THROUGH THE WINDOW OF MY ROOM!
Simply put, I'm in DC. Oh, and I live in Metropolis, just to let you know.
For sure, things will get very confusing from now on. I don't know if I'm in the regular universe or in any of the other infinite lands of DC, but I'll try to get around and have a normal life here.
In the worst case, I just have to shout superman and the man of steel will save me.