I'm the villain in Gotham

After sending Tony off on the morning of Christmas Eve, Lotkea began helping Alfred decorate Wayne Manor for Christmas.

Christmas Eve, Silent Night, the day before Christmas, is a day for family reunion.They will use this day to decorate the Christmas tree together, have dinner together, hang the gifts on the Christmas tree or pile them under the tree, and Santa Claus will also quietly put the gifts into the stockings placed in the children's house at night, waiting for Christmas. Little exclamations on Christmas morning.

The tall Christmas tree has stood in the living room not long after Thanksgiving, and the stars on the top of the tree and the decorations from the chandeliers are shining together.Alfred is stepping on a ladder to hang various decorations on it. Almost every branch is covered with colorful balls, with shiny ribbons wrapped around it, and Lotkea is helping to wind small colored balls up lamp.

Bruce is making Christmas cards and hanging them on the Christmas tree.

"Are you ready?" Thomas asked standing aside, putting his arms around Martha's shoulders, and pointed to the gift boxes wrapped in wrapping paper and ribbons: "They can't wait to be put under the tree."

Martha couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

"Hurry up, Master Thomas." Alfred said, and tied the lanterns that Lotkea handed over to the top of the Christmas tree, and finally adjusted the position of the star on the top of the tree pickily: "...I think it is now It's a decent Christmas tree."

He came down from the ladder, took out the pocket watch in his vest pocket and took a look: "The time is just right."

"What time?" Thomas asked curiously as he was placing the gift box under the Christmas tree.

"I made improved waffles, sir." Alfred said as he walked to the kitchen, not seeing the stiff faces of the four people in the living room for a moment: "Thanks to Jarvis, I know how to make it Got something new."

"Uh...Ah Fu," Thomas said hesitantly, "Did you follow the method Jarvis provided?"

"Of course not, sir." Alfred turned his head and gave him a strange look: "I think my waffles just need a little improvement." His expression clearly stated that "the copying method has no soul".

Thomas: "..."

Fine.

Moments later, the four sat at the dining table, watching Alfred put waffles on their plates.

The air was a bit silent, Lotkea looked at the limp thing on the plate, and felt that it seemed to be a little further away from the meaning of the word "food" than last time.

Alfred's expression was very calm: "I think the food carefully prepared by your poor butler needs to be tasted?"

"..."

The four looked at each other, raised their forks and took a bite as if they were dead.

…then they put their forks down at the same time.

four people:"……"

Alfred, why are you so upset, don't the cookies taste good? ? !

After dinner, Bruce fiddled with his fluffy stockings in front of the bed, embroidered with a gold bell and reindeer: "How about I put it next to the pillow?"

Lotkea said, "And then quietly open your eyes to see Santa Claus when he comes?"

"Oh, please—" Bruce drew his voice, "Don't expose me so easily."

Lotkea looked at him and smiled.

"I want to skip straight to tomorrow morning." Bruce looked at the stocking over and over again, with a look of anticipation and eagerness on his face: "I really want to know what the gift Santa Claus gave me."

It was the videotape of the latest episode of "Grey Ghosts," Lotkea thought. Thomas happened to come across it when he brought it back that day, and Thomas asked him to help keep it secret.

"So, Lotkea, what's your Christmas present?" Bruce asked.

"You won't know until tomorrow." Lotkea pointed his index finger on his lips, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I won't say it, it's a secret."

……

Snow falls from moonrise.

It quietly and silently covers the road, the roof of the house, the vehicles and pedestrians, the mud and the sin.

When it snows, Gotham looks like any other city.

Erberist stood on the white gargoyle, looking down at the city from a height.

The biting wind ruffled his black hair, and the snow melted away half a foot away from him. He stood here darkly and quietly, like a dark knight standing here many years later.

The golden vertical pupils were burning with cold and angry flames that did not belong to humans.

To celebrate the arrival of Christmas, many places will hold all-night banquets, and the difference between the poor and the rich is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The cold wind whizzed past, and Erberist heard the luxurious music and dance music it brought, and smelled the mellow aroma of fine wine in the wind.He closed his eyes, the wind was guiding him, the moonlight was guiding him, every snowflake was guiding him.

Then he opened his eyes, leaped towards the darkness under his feet, and his figure disappeared in mid-air.

Snow is still falling.The gargoyle still stands there silently, like a silent guard protecting Gotham, this scarred beauty, overlooking everything silently.

The fragrance of clothes and shadows on the temples, the fragrance of fine wine.Ladies' skirts twirled on the dance floor, shimmering fabrics shone with dazzling light.The sounds of the violin and the piano are intertwined, and the elegant music resounds throughout the hall.The pendant of the chandelier seems to be inlaid with diamonds, crystal clear and indescribable.

This is the most luxurious and secret banquet hall in Gotham, where countless celebrities and dignitaries gather.Between the toasts and cups, there was a crisp sound of goblets colliding with each other.The sound of men and women talking, and the laughter of children running and playing sounded together, as if this place was just an ordinary Christmas banquet.

But there is no Christmas party where all the members wear white smiley masks.

Figures wearing white masks were reflected on the shiny floor, like weird ghosts moving around.In such an atmosphere, the room that was as bright as day turned into a pitch-black night where nothing could be seen. The chandelier was like a pale moon, and nocturnal creatures wandered here, screaming sharply and hoarsely.

"Everyone, good evening." A man who also wore a mask walked slowly to the center of the hall, the conversation and dancing stopped, and everyone's masks were facing him, and a pair of eyes gathered here through the pale mask.

"It's Christmas Eve again this year. On this special day, I should have said—may we enjoy this moment." The man said, "But we all know that the greatest threat has not been eliminated, and this ancient and beautiful city is still alive." It’s not entirely ours.”

"It's a pity that Wayne is still the ruler of the city on the bright side. We—the Court of Owls, the ruler of Gotham's night, still have to hide in the dark. To this day, this is a great shame."

There were whispers in the crowd.

The man continued: "To wash away this shame, we gather here tonight; and as long as the owls gather in one place, it will be the time of darkness."

"After the last failure, we all agreed that carelessness and contempt caused the court to miss the target. This time we will learn the lesson and send the court's most powerful fighters, the most loyal eagle dogs," he waved: "Send our 'claws' '!"

The crowd boiled, and three strangely dressed "people" quietly appeared among them.

They were all covered in pitch-black clothes: strange hoods on their heads, two round glass lenses inlaid where the eyes should be, with a short but sharp bird's beak in the middle, black on their bodies His tights are decorated with sharp metal feathers; on his back are two long interlaced knives, the sharp claws of an owl.

The crowd screamed and yelled like carnival, the man's arms were spread out, and the mouth under the mask showed a smug, proud smile.

Suddenly, a polite voice appeared out of nowhere behind him, who should have been empty, with a strange rhythm in his tone, as if floating from the bottom of the valley and the abyss: "Oh, this is the claw?"

The man's face suddenly stiffened.Before he had time to think, he took a sudden step forward without his order. Three sharp claws flashed out of the crowd like ghosts. The long knife behind his back was already in his hand, and the sharp blade shone with a dazzling cold-blooded light under the light. , A cold and biting killing intent suddenly spread out, his eyes were emotionless, like an owl swooping down aiming at its prey in the dark night, fierce and swift.

"Shh, don't get excited." There was a slight smile in the voice of the uninvited guest, one hand clasped the shoulder of the man who wanted to escape, and the sharp black nails pressed against the fabric of the suit, as if they could pierce the flesh in the next moment; The hand seemed to wave randomly, and the three sharp claws were immediately trapped in place by invisible restraints, and they couldn't move half an inch no matter how hard they tried.

The people wearing masks started to commotion, they looked in horror at the man who suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall.He was wearing a tight-fitting black scale-patterned leather jacket, with two pitch-black horns protruding from his forehead; the mask covered most of his face, except for a small part of his chin and a pair of golden eyes, which were looking interesting now. Watching the three claws.

"It's so strange." He commented: "There are obviously no magicians among you, but they have the smell of magic power on them."

"Who are you?" The man caught in his hands didn't struggle. It seemed that he found that the gap between the enemy and us was too large. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to test: "Are you a mutant? The Court of Owls does not discriminate against mutants. Magneto cooperation."

"You guessed wrong, I'm not a mutant, I'm Erberist." He defended himself, and his tone was so damn polite: "Magneto? No, no, no, he doesn't know me yet."

"Then why are you here? We are not short of money. If you want information, you can let me go. Let's talk carefully." The man said calmly, and at the same time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"No, not at all." Erberister seemed to show a smile: "I just came here to prepare a Christmas present for him, otherwise, what's the point of your existence?"

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Erberist: What a beautiful day today.

Erberist: Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...

Erberist: On a day like this, an owl like you...

Erberist: Shall burn in hell!

(dog head),