Options trading seemed simple. A calculated risk. A way to outmaneuver the market the way I outmaneuver criminals in Gotham. I thought I could predict the moves, control the chaos. I was wrong.

It started with a few call options—Wayne Enterprises stock. I believed in my own company. Thought an earnings beat was inevitable. I was certain. But certainty is an illusion. The market doesn’t care about confidence. It punishes arrogance. The stock dipped. My options expired worthless.

I should have walked away. But I don’t walk away from a fight.

So I doubled down. Loaded up on Tesla calls, shorted meme stocks, played both sides like I was hedging a war on crime. But there are forces even I can’t control—theta decay, gamma squeezes, market makers manipulating liquidity. I was trapped. Every move I made, I lost more. The Joker doesn’t need to break me when the market can do it for him.

Now Wayne Enterprises is reeling. The Batmobile maintenance fund is depleted. Alfred is furious. Lucius Fox confiscated my Robinhood account. I ignored every rule—no risk management, no stop-loss, no discipline.

Gotham deserves better. I should have known better.

Options trading isn’t for the reckless. Even I couldn’t beat the system. And if Batman can’t win, what hope do you have?

Stick to ETFs. Stay in the shadows. Live to fight another day.