I'm the villain in Gotham

Nights in Gotham are never peaceful.

"Let me go, I'll give you the money, please let me go..." The woman choked up, looking at the tip of the knife approaching her throat in horror, and retreated a little bit until it was close to the wall behind her, with no way to retreat.

The man silently took the handbag she handed over, and then reached out to touch her chest.

She choked and closed her eyes, threw her head back vigorously, and waited tremblingly for what would happen next.

Then she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her, and then heard a "bang" sound.

Then the robber's terrified cry stopped abruptly, as if he was being strangled: "What are you—!"

She opened her eyes carefully, then widened them.

One, one... standing in front of her.

I'm sorry, she should have called him a man, but the black horns on his forehead and the cold golden eyes when he looked sideways proved that he was definitely not a human being.

His hands were hanging down naturally, but the robber in front of him seemed to be picked up by something invisible, and his two feet off the ground kept struggling.

He turned his head, his voice seemed to be coming from an empty canyon, or something more terrifying, but his tone was extremely polite: "Good evening, ma'am."

It made her feel even more frightened.

"It's not safe to be here at this time," Oberist noticed that her expression became distorted as his voice became more and more distorted, so he had to give up warning: "... I hope you will choose a suitable time to travel next time, Goodbye, ma'am."

The woman ran away without looking back.

Erberister turned his head, looked at the robber who was still struggling in front of him, and said calmly, "I want to ask you some questions."

Gotham is indeed chaotic.

This kind of chaos is not the same as when he was with Batman, there are no super villains, and there are no bombs and poison gas that may appear at any time.Gotham is still dominated by ordinary people. The residents of this city work together to splash the indelible mud on the hem of Gotham's black dress.

But she should be used to it, Arberister thought.

He had only been out of Wayne Manor for an hour, and he had encountered seven robberies, three upcoming rapes, and several gangsters who were plotting to rob the bank.Although Erberist was indeed looking for possible crimes on purpose, this frequency still made him want to sigh.

It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable—in fact, as a creature bred by darkness, Eberrist was able to adapt to the breath released by the city under the night, and he even healed his wounds a little faster .

Erberist was just feeling sorry for Bruce.

This is his city, he thought.

As Gotham is, so is Batman.

……

Johnny Sabatino was walking around his desk.There were broken pieces of broken pieces and torn documents all around.

Just now, his deputy came to report that a batch of his munitions/fire was swallowed after it had just arrived in Gotham.The people who came to attack were not very united, obviously two groups of people, and they fled quickly after robbing his goods, leaving no useful news.

But, Sabatino thought, fighting back his anger, how many people would dare touch his stuff in Gotham?Damn it, his family has already controlled most of the top officials and police force, who else but the Falcone and Maroni families would have the guts to oppose him? !

They are getting more and more presumptuous!

He didn't pay much attention to the previous petty fights, but this time... There was cold sweat streaming down Sabatino's forehead. Could it be that they have cooperated?Are they going to join forces to annex me?

"It seems that you have encountered some difficulties, Mr. Sabatino."

The voice that suddenly appeared in the empty room made Sabatino startled, and he pulled out his gun reflexively: "Who?"

"Please don't worry, I have no malicious intentions." The man in front of him—if he is really human—wears a tight black leather jacket, his face is covered by a black mask, only a small part of his chin and a pair of golden yellow eyes are exposed. Eyes that are definitely not what humans should have.

"Aha, then what's your reason for coming? I don't need a theater actor to coax children here." Sabatino's palm holding the gun was sticky, but his hand was still steady.

"You are too nervous, Mr. Sabatino." The man calmed down, reached out and tapped the two sofas beside Sabatino, and they appeared behind them out of nowhere: "Please sit down, let's have a good talk talk."

Sabatino's pupils shrank slightly, and finally put down the gun slowly, and sat on the sofa: "Hmm, my description just now was wrong. You are not a theater actor, but you seem to be here to juggle."

"Let's give up the meaningless temptation and get straight to the point." His voice was very calm, but there was an undeniable force: "You need help, and I have the ability to help you."

aha.Sabatino wanted to laugh at him, you know what?What can you do for me?

But before the corner of his mouth curled up, the feeling of the man in front of him suddenly changed.

He was harmless and had no sense of existence just now, but suddenly, he became cold, frightening, a kind of indescribable but practical existence here——

dark.

Yes, if the single word "darkness" can be physically embodied, then Sabatino has no doubt that it is the scene he sees before his eyes.

Perhaps it is because of his hard work in Gotham and seeing too much that Sabatino can still retain a little bit of reason. Of course, this little bit of reason is also frantically telling him: You are facing the darkness directly, and you are staring into the abyss.

When the pair of golden eyes on the opposite side looked over, Sabatino almost went crazy.

……

Its daybreak.

The weather in Gotham is usually not very good. It is always overcast and cloudy, and it will splash rain at every turn and wet the shoulders of passers-by.

Today's sun shines through the clouds, even showing a little shadow of the sun, which is already a rare good weather in Gotham.

Bruce woke up a little earlier than usual.

He didn't wait for Alfred to wake him up as usual, dressed himself, went downstairs to the dining room, and found that his parents were already sitting in their seats.

"Oh, Bruce, are you awake?" Martha found him first, and said to him in a sweet tone with a bit of reproach: "You should sleep a little longer."

"I went to bed earlier than usual yesterday, Mom." Bruce sat on the chair, took the hot milk from Alfred, and put it on the table beside him.

"Remember to drink the milk." Thomas shifted his smiling eyes from the newspaper to him: "Do you want to grow taller, Bruce?"

"...Okay." Bruce said reluctantly, and then asked curiously, "Dad, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at today's headlines." Thomas read the newspaper headlines to him with great interest: "'Mystery Man Appears at Night, Heroes Fight Evil to Overcome Evil'? Ha, I have to say that our media industry is getting more and more aware of how Eye-catching."

"But this kind of news is better than another looting of such-and-such a store, or the Gotham Pier is on fire." Martha took a positive view of this, sighing: "God, our city needs this so much."

Thomas was silent for a moment.

Even though he has been investing money in Gotham's infrastructure and welfare facilities, yes, he has to admit that it is not only the lives of the people that can change the city, but the most important and difficult thing to do is to make the people Have faith.

Let them come from the heart and unswervingly believe that life will get better.

But it's too early to think about it now, Thomas sighed silently, and continued to read.But looking at it, his expression is not quite right.

"...I think I need to change what I said just now." Thomas said slowly: "Whoever did this, or whoever it is, I will say that they did a good job."

The curiosity of the other three people present was attracted, but Alfred was more reserved, standing behind Thomas calmly, Martha and Bruce squeezed to Thomas' sides, and began to read together.

"Oh my God," Martha exclaimed, "He tied more than a dozen criminals to the police station, including two wanted criminals?"

"But with all due respect, my lord." Alfred stood straight, with a neither salty nor dull expression: "If there is no definite evidence, the two wanted criminals will probably be released soon."

I am afraid that few of the police officers in Gotham are still innocent. They either paid the money and turned a blind eye, or they simply joined them-they are policemen when they put on their uniforms, and they are police officers when they take off their uniforms. Gangsters.

"You're right, Fu." Thomas ate the lamb chops on the plate in twos and twos, and took the suit jacket handed over by Alfred: "But it just so happens that I know a few police officers who are fairly competent. They'll come in handy."

Alfred asked behind him, "You mean Officer Gordon?"

"Yes." Thomas turned his head and smiled at Martha and Bruce, then strode out: "I'm probably going to be back late today, so you don't have to wait for me."

"I hope your trip goes well, sir," said Alfred.

"...Mom." Bruce looked up at Martha: "Are you unhappy?"

"No, it's not, baby." Martha smiled at Bruce, and there was a worry in his smile that he still couldn't understand: "I just... what your dad did is actually not safe for him, you know? "

"I know." Bruce nodded half-understanding: "Dad said that what he did would infringe on the interests of many people."

"But he also said that he was making the future better."

"Yes," Martha smiled, "that's him and me, what we're working for."

Perhaps her expression and tone of voice gave something away, and Bruce felt a little uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, Bruce." Martha hugged Bruce into her arms and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "I swear to you, no matter what happens, your father and I will stand before you, and we will love you You, protect you."

—until death do us part.

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Lotkea: If I were not here, what you said today would be a shocking flag, do you know :),,