I'm the villain in Gotham

In the evening, Thomas Wayne returned to the manor.

Martha and Bruce, who were having dinner, were a little taken aback. They expected him to be back later.Alfred quietly emerged from the corner and took Thomas' coat away; when he sat down at the table, a steaming dinner had already been placed in his place.

"I have to say that you came back in good time, Master Thomas." Alfred spoke with a standard English accent: "Your food is being kept at the temperature that is most suitable for consumption."

"Thank you, Alfred." Thomas smiled, then shrugged at Martha and Bruce: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We didn't think you'd be coming back so early, Dad." Bruce finished the last piece of broccoli on his plate and looked up at him.

Martha nodded.

"Because this matter is quite simple." Thomas said indifferently, and began to cut the steak on the plate: "I went to the police station, checked the situation, and had a good talk with the person in charge...it's not difficult yes, right?"

Bruce accepted his explanation, and was urged by Thomas to go back to his room to rest soon after dinner.

After confirming that he had left, Martha crossed her arms, leaned on the chair next to Thomas and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that, honey?" Thomas raised an eyebrow like her.

"Okay, dear." Martha was amused by him, walked behind Thomas, put her hands on his shoulders, lowered her head slightly and looked at him: "You can't expect me to be as coaxable as Bruce."

"You're right." Thomas sighed, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and stopped Alfred who was about to put away the plate and leave: "Alfred, you stay and listen too."

"Yes, Master Thomas." Alfred stood still.

"Is it not going well?" Martha was a little worried: "They have already collected the money, and you haven't reached an agreement?"

"On the contrary," Thomas said. "It's incredible that things are going well. Those eight criminals will be sent to prison tomorrow."

"What about the other two?"

"That's the problem." Thomas said, his eyebrows furrowed. "They're crazy."

"crazy?!"

"With all due respect, Master Thomas," said Alfred, "is it possible for them to feign madness?"

"I thought of that too, Ah Fu." Thomas smiled bitterly: "I went to see them-they are really crazy, I promise, although I am not an expert in psychiatry, I am sure that their appearance is by no means normal People can pretend. Besides, they don't have to use this method to get rid of crimes, they just need to pay money, which is not uncommon."

"But how is this possible?" Martha said incredulously: "They were fine at first, but just this morning when they were arrested, they suddenly went crazy?"

"Just this morning." Thomas pointed out sharply: "Just this morning when they were caught by the 'mysterious man'."

Alfred pointed out another key point: "Since they were all captured by the mysterious man, the other eight people must have seen him. What do they say, sir?"

"Ah Fu, what you are asking is another important point." Thomas' expression became serious: "The other eight people have indeed seen him, and they said that he...is not a human being."

"Not human?" Martha said in surprise, "What is not human? Some kind of animal?"

"They say he has two horns on his brow, and gold eyes—humans don't have gold eyes, Martha."

Alfred raised an eyebrow: "Mutant?"

The civil war among the mutants was in full swing, so he naturally thought about it.

"That's my guess too." Thomas smiled, spread his hands, and said relaxedly: "Probably a Mr. Mutant came to our city. It just so happens that he is still jealous of evil and likes to punish evil and promote good. It's a means." A little grumpy."

Alfred said: "Sir, your thinking is too optimistic."

"Then what else can we do?" Thomas said, "Look, he showed up to catch criminals, otherwise who would know that there is such a mutant hiding in the crowd?"

Alfred still felt that his master's idea was a bit too much, how can I put it, it's a good man, but since Thomas had already said so, he had no choice but to accept the opinion as a housekeeper, but Alfred had already planned this time secretly in his heart. The security level of Wayne Manor must be strengthened.

"I still don't feel at ease." Martha thought for a while: "Mr. Zatara is coming to Gotham soon, we can ask him for help."

"Although I think it's probably useless..." Thomas smiled and touched Martha's cheek: "But yes, I don't think he will refuse."

……

Lotkea didn't know about the discussion in the restaurant, he ended his evening reading time with Bruce as usual, then waited quietly until twelve o'clock, and disappeared into the room.

Although there are general ideas and plans for the development of the Gotham Gang, there are still many difficulties in actual implementation.Especially in the early stage of the planning, all kinds of accidents and emergencies appeared one after another, and Erberist felt very headache about it.

At the same time, life in Wayne Manor seemed very peaceful. His physical condition was slowly recovering at the speed of an ordinary person, and he was allowed to get out of bed a few days ago.Thankfully, Lotkea felt like she was dying in bed.

After confirming that he could go out, Bruce dragged him around - only inside the manor, but it was enough for Bruce now.

Wayne Manor looks huge from the outside. It looks like a steady stone lion, lying prone on this vast land, guarding the territory it has been guarding for generations.

Bruce was very happy, and Lotkea was very happy to see him, but soon, he couldn't be happy.

"Mr. Zatara coming the day after tomorrow? Oh, Bruce told me."

"Yes, yes, I've heard his name."

"Let me meet him too? Me?"

"Yes, I thought you would like his performance very much at your age." Thomas said gently: "He will come to Gotham to perform the day after tomorrow. I bought a few tickets. Do you want to go with him?"

Lotkea was a little flattered.Of course he knew that Thomas' gentleness towards him was largely due to Bruce's liking for him, and partly because of who he was.

He is generous, kind, willing to do good, and does not ask for anything in return. He has the noble temperament of an ancient aristocrat, and his gentlemanly demeanor is in line with all modern people's imagination of aristocrats.

From Lotkea's point of view, Bruce has almost inherited all the advantages of his father, except for his firm belief in the nature of human kindness and his willingness to believe in others.

"Of course I would, Mr. Wayne," said Lotkea at last.

Then he had no choice but to shut himself in the room, and resigned himself to casting spells on himself.

Thinking about the good, Lotkea thought, since Zatara is coming to Gotham for a tour, he probably won't stay here for too long, and he doesn't have to endure the feeling of being deprived of all his strength for too long.

Yes, in order to prevent Zatara from being aware of the magical elements in him, Lotkea had to seal his power first, and the consequences of this were also very obvious.He visibly weakened, magic no longer filled his body, and the dark breath of Gotham no longer provided him with protection and help.

But these are bearable.Lotkea thought, and then refused Bruce's help: "I think I'm okay, Bruce."

"But you look very bad." Bruce added an accent on "not good", and then said worriedly: "I think your face is a little pale, and your hands are a little cold..."

"Maybe it's because winter is coming." Lotkeia said soothingly, "It's getting colder, so my hands are a little cold."

"Let's go back." Bruce said, his tone seemed a little self-blaming: "I shouldn't have let you stay outside for so long, your illness is just recovering."

"It's not your fault, really." Lotkea tried to comfort him, but it didn't work.

Bad plan.He criticizes himself in his mind.He should save some magical energy for himself to keep his body moving, at least it can make his face look better.

After forcing him to the bed, Bruce brought Thomas back with his medicine kit.

Thomas took off the stethoscope: "I think you probably caught a cold, and the weather has changed a little bit recently."

"Probably, I'm fine anyway." Lotkea smiled gently at Bruce: "Just put on more clothes."

"...No, Bruce, I don't think I need such a thick scarf, it's not snowing yet." Lotkea refused Bruce's kindness with difficulty: "What, no, I probably don't need snow boots either... ...Wait, what are you holding in your hand? A fox fur coat?!"

Lotkea stared dumbfounded at the coat in Bruce's hand, compared it by size, and guessed that it probably belonged to Thomas.

He said dumbfoundedly: "I really don't need it...it's too thick, you'll catch a cold if you cover me."

After Thomas left, Bruce tucked him into a thick blanket and watched him bring a bunch of winter supplies.Thank you for your hard work, he thought to himself, these things will not be put on the surface in this season.

He thought for a while that he needed to help Alfred put all these things back where they belonged, and then he saw Bruce's expression darken.

... No, no, the word dark is too exaggerated. Lotkea probably thinks so because of the influence of the adult version of Batman from the previous timeline.To be precise, Bruce's expression was very remorseful and remorseful, as if he had done something terribly wrong, and Lotkea could already see the sparkle in his beautiful, jewel-like blue eyes.

Oh damn.He scolded himself again in his heart, and his tone subconsciously softened: "Hey, Brucey?"

Bruce silently piled everything on the bed.

Lotkea can't stand this the most, he was depressed and frustrated when faced with the silence of the adult version of Batman before, but now... well, his heart is going to melt, if he has what humans call "heart" The words of this kind of thing.

Lotkea reached out and pulled Bruce into his arms, and wrapped the quilt around the two of them, immediately forming a warm isolation zone.

Brucey didn't resist, he pressed his face against Lotkea's chest, his voice muffled."Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine." Lotkea said in a relaxed voice. Seeing that Bruce still didn't respond, he simply changed the subject: "I suddenly think it's fine for you to take these thick clothes. When it starts to snow, we You can wear these and go out to play in the snow together. How do you like to play? Do you like to build a snowman or have a snowball fight? Actually, you can also build a snow fort, but it needs a bigger snow, and the snow at Christmas time is fine."

Bruce was indeed attracted by the promise in his words.

He raised his head and looked at Lotkea's face. There was a look of surprise and uncertainty in his big blue eyes, and a light of joy shone from the depths: "Will you stay and spend Christmas with us?"

"I should." Lotkea looked down at him and crossed out the answer in his mind.

Bruce probably knows a little about Lotkea from Thomas, and guessing why he came to Gotham isn't very pleasant in itself.He thought about not saying the word "home": "Aren't you going back for Christmas?"

"I won't go back." Lotkeia said softly, "I'll stay with you here." He promised softly.

His master is here, and of course he will only be here.

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Bruce: I imagined a tragic drama about my tutor being chased and killed by his family members, and he was not allowed to go home.

Lotkea: ... Hey, rounding it up, isn't this the plot of your family?

Everyone, have you watched the Apocalypse War? ? ? ,,