I'm the villain in Gotham

In order not to let Zatara see his identity, Lotkea has already arranged those "little jobs" at night in advance.Although the temporary departure will reduce his control over Gotham's dark forces, he can just take this opportunity to observe the current situation and cleanse the forces in his hands. Thinking about it this way, this is a good time.

Lotkea was wearing a tie in the room.

Losing his magic felt bad, and in addition to the weakness caused by the disappearance of the energy that supported his physical activity, he also seemed to lose a part of his senses, just like a snail lost its antennae, a cat lost its whiskers, and a human lost one eye or became deaf. One ear... which caused him to startle when he heard a knock on the door.

He collected himself and said, "Please come in."

Alfred walked in: "Good afternoon, Lotkea." He looked at Lotkea for a while: "It seems that you are ready to visit the show."

"Yes, Ah Fu." Lotkea said with a smile, "Will you come with me?"

"I'm afraid I can't, sir." The butler walked out of the room with him: "Although the magic show is very interesting, it is obvious that the work of the manor cannot be separated from his poor old butler."

Lotkea laughed out loud, "You're not old yet, Ah Fu."

They parted at the foot of the stairs, and Alfred went to serve his two masters, while Lotkea went downstairs into the very tastefully manicured little garden outside the manor.

Bruce was already there.

He was wearing a small brown plaid vest and suit shorts, black leather boots covering his ankles, revealing white knee socks covering his calves, and a dark gray windbreaker jacket, his hair was neatly combed .

Obviously, today's activities made him very excited. He put his pockets in there, kicked the pebbles under his feet, and was bored and impatiently waiting for the Wayne couple and Lotkea to go out.

Lotkea didn't slow down his footsteps. Bruce heard the rustling sound behind him, turned around and saw Lotkea smiling at him standing behind him.

"Hey, Lotkea." Bruce's eyes lit up. "I've never seen you in a suit."

Lotkea is wearing a well-tailored dark blue dark-striped blazer and trousers, with a matching waistcoat. The suit may have looked a little mature for his age, but the burgundy tie and fancy pocket square neutralize it. This feeling.The clothes showed his slender limbs more and more. With the movement of raising his hands, he could see the slender and graceful waist curve, and his ice blue eyes with a smile showed that Bruce was not very familiar with, a kind of Sexy and...dangerous.

Lotkea bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to him, and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with my attire?" Master?

Bruce stared at him for a while, and put his hand on his outstretched hand: "I'm very satisfied, Lotkea."

Lotkea held him tightly, and the smile in his eyes became deeper. He took Bruce's hand and walked out of the garden: "Mr. and Mrs. Wayne should be coming down soon."

Bruce followed him a few steps, and suddenly asked, "Did you play some weird role-playing just now, Lotkea?"

Lotkea shrugged. "I just think this suit fits the tone."

"Oh... well, it's a little bit." The two walked to the gate together, and the Waynes were standing there smiling, and Bruce gave up his thinking.

Zatara's magic show was scheduled to be held at the Gotham Theater. On this day, the theater was full of people, and even the boxes were fully booked, which shows Zatara's reputation throughout the United States.

Lotkea sat on the sofa in the private room, thanked the waiter, took the juice on the plate and put it on the table.

To be honest, he was quite interested in this magic show.

It's not that he's interested in the magic show itself... Come on, perform it in front of a magical creature?That would be too boring.

But he was really curious. As a famous magician, Zatara's title of master of magic depends on strength or magic?If it's the latter, it's a bit unfair to his peers.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the curtain of the theater was opened on time, and Zatara appeared in the center of the stage. When he bent down to salute, he conjured up a string of pigeons, which attracted a series of cheers and applause.

Lotkea looked at him intently.

He is a very "magician" man - he is tall, with black hair and blue eyes, wearing the tuxedo and top hat that magicians often wear, and there are two well-trimmed, slightly upturned mustaches on his lips .

It's like a magician.

His magic level is indeed quite high—yes, Lotkea is sure, he didn’t use any magic during the performance—beautiful assistants brought him various magic props, or became one of the props (such as the human body excision or something).An hour and a half later, the wonderful magic show came to an end. Zatara received a unanimous stand and applause from the audience when he called the curtain call.

When Lotkea and the Wayne couple stood up and applauded together, they found Zatara's eyes flickering past him, and then Thomas smiled slightly beside him.

He was probably greeting Thomas, Lotkea thought.

Sure enough, Thomas left the box soon, and walked in with Zatara in his arms after a while, and brought a little girl who seemed to be the same age as Bruce.

Thomas was introducing Lotkea to Zatara: "This is Lotkea Dark, my son's tutor."

"Hello, Mr. Zatara." Lotkea reached out his hand and shook Zatara, calmly under his fleeting glance.

"This is my daughter, Zatana," Zatara said.

"Hello, Miss Zatanna." Lotkea smiled and stretched out her hand: "Your clothes match your beauty very well."

Zatara raised an eyebrow.

Zatanna smiled and shook hands with him: "Wow, I seem to know why Bruce likes you so much, Mr. Duck." She blinked: "He mentioned you to me in the letter."

"Just call me by my name." Lotkeya said gently.

What a lively little girl she is, Lotkea thought.Of course, she grew up too.

They returned to Wayne Manor together.Zatara's assistants will take care of everything and then check into the reserved hotel, and the Zatara father and daughter will live in the guest room that Alfred has tidied up with peace of mind.

After having dinner together, Thomas invited Zaatara into his study to catch up.

"Seriously, we haven't seen each other for over a year, how are you doing?" Thomas smiled at his old friend and asked him to sit down on the sofa.

"I'm fine." Zatara shrugged. "Like, you know, doing some magic tricks and doing some business or something."

"Speaking of your old line of work..." Thomas said, with obvious hesitation in his tone.

"Why, did you lose the relics of your ancestors?" Zatara joked: "Let me tell you first, I don't do this kind of job of finding things, except for you. I can forgive you, but the price will be calculated separately. .”

"You are really..." Thomas couldn't laugh or cry: "Let me tell you first, it was Martha who wanted you to help at first."

Zatara exclaimed exaggeratedly: "No, you lost your wedding ring?!"

"Hey, hey!" Thomas yelled dissatisfied, and raised the back of his hand for him to see: "I'm wearing it properly...how could I lose this thing?!"

Zatara was overjoyed: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Thomas glared at him: "I want you to find someone." He recounted the "mysterious man" who disrupted the police station a while ago, and finally said: "Gotham is a messy enough city, I hope it won't happen again." There are more people coming in to make trouble."

"That doesn't sound like what you said." Zatara understood him quite well: "But Martha is quite right to be worried, Gotham is indeed chaotic enough."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You should have said this kind of thing earlier. Most of my magic tools are stored in the hotel." Zatara stood up and pulled out a wand from nowhere, "I have no way to accurately locate him now, but I can find him Approximate location...do you have a map of Gotham?"

"Of course." Thomas pulled out a thin hardcover atlas from the bookshelf: "The latest map of Gotham, from the overall layout to the subway passages."

"Great," Zaatara took it. "By the way, do you have anything he's touched? Scented ones would be even better...well I guess you don't."

"..." Thomas paused, and asked seriously, "Seriously, is the hound the source of your magic inspiration?"

"Hey!" it was Zatara's turn to call out, "my magic hound is about to help you!"

Thomas laughed: "Then please move faster."

Zatara spread out the atlas, and it miraculously floated in mid-air, emitting a faint white light.

"(The spell)" Zatara said, pointing her wand at it: "(The spell)!"

The atlas flipped rapidly in the air, as if a transparent hand was moving, and the pages made a rattling sound due to the high speed.After a while, it slowed down and closed.

"...No." Zatara said: "I searched according to the characteristics you mentioned. There are people with golden eyes and horns. There are people with golden eyes and horns. There is no such person."

Thomas said, "Well...you mean he's out of Gotham?"

"Not necessarily." Zatara said: "Either he has left, or he has a special way to hide himself-this kind of person usually uses magic, or has a magic weapon."

"Could it be that he covered up these features?"

"No. My magic can see through all mimicry and disguise, even mutants who can freely change into two forms can't escape it." Zatara said: "Unless this person's magical attainments far exceed mine, you You know it's almost impossible, right?"

"Well, I still have confidence in you." Thomas said with a smile: "I think he has probably left Gotham, and I haven't heard about him recently. In fact, it doesn't matter if he is still around, he is a good person ,I guess."

"You're always so upbeat, Thomas." Zaatara pointed out, "I can't say it's bad, but in Gotham..." He shook his head, not continuing.

Zatanna is sitting on Bruce's bed talking.

"Why doesn't your tutor come and play with us?" Zatanna dangled her legs. "I mean, he's kind of interesting."

"Because he said it's not appropriate to be in the same room with a young lady at this time, even if she's not yet of age." Bruce looked at her: "You just said a few words, and you think he's interesting?"

"Of course." Zatanna smiled and narrowed her eyes: "I knew he must be very interesting when I saw him."

"Oh—" Bruce draws out his voice.

"Believe it or not, it's a feeling," Zatanna said. "My feelings have always been accurate, and I know my dad must think so too. He's seen him many times."

"Okay." Bruce reluctantly believed her statement: "Lotkea is really, really good," he changed the word: "He knows a lot of things, and he's not as busy as my parents and Alfred , you can spend a lot of time with me."

"And..." He bit his lower lip, and finally said it in front of his good friends: "I always feel that he understands me very well."

"He knows my likes and habits, just like Ah Fu knows me." He said, "It's so strange, we've only known each other for less than a month."

"Maybe you knew each other in your previous life." Zatanna said not very seriously.

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Bruce: I treat you as a friend, but you treat me as your master? ? ?

Adult version of Bruce: very good please continue

By the way, did someone find out that Lotkaia's surname "Dake" is a transliteration of dark? 233333,