I'm the villain in Gotham

The movie is over.

The crowd rushed out rustlingly, Bruce and the others were reluctant to squeeze together with people, and fell to the back position.When they walked out of the theater entrance, there was almost no one outside.

"Dad, Zorro is really—cool!" Bruce was bouncing up and down, excited: "He's a great hero!"

"I think so, too, Bruce." Thomas held his shoulders, and Martha walked with him in the direction of home.

The place where the car was parked was a bit far away, and it was very late now. In order not to let Bruce go to bed too late, Thomas decided to take a shortcut: "Let's go from here, here is a shortcut."

Bruce looked at the gloomy path because of the lack of lights and pedestrians, and instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.But the excitement after watching the movie was still stirring in his chest, he quickly ignored this point and obediently accepted his father's meaning.

Three people walked into this alley.Bruce continued to talk about the story in the movie and his thoughts while walking, Thomas and Martha looked at him with loving and tolerant eyes.

An accident happened to them unexpectedly at this moment.

A man in a coat turned out from the shadows, and slowly raised his arms towards the Wayne family, holding a gun in his hand.

The dark gun barrel flashed a cold light under the light.

The street lamp next to it was quite old, and its bulb flickered from time to time, and the filament was almost blown, which made the light it emitted very dim.Everything around seemed vague and terrifying, like old photos from horror movies, only the sound of leather shoes stepping on the dusty ground echoed wantonly in the alley.

The man's very ordinary face showed the panic that he tried his best to hide but still revealed, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

"Give me the money." He lowered his voice to make himself look more fierce, his eyes blinked nervously, and he kept swallowing: "I want money."

His overcoat was shabby, with dirty cuffs, and an ill-fitting sweater and shirt over it.He may have been an unloading worker at the port in the past, or a small employee of some group, or he may have been one of the most ordinary people at the bottom of Gotham.

But now, as he points his pistol/gun at the innocent—

He is just a criminal.

a thug.

Thomas and Martha shielded Bruce behind him as soon as they saw him, and Thomas turned slightly sideways to half-block Martha behind: "Okay, calm down."

"Give me the money!" the man yelled, his hand holding the gun trembling with excitement.

"I will, I will give you money." Thomas raised his hands halfway, indicating that he would not hurt him: "Calm down, be careful with your gun, don't let it go off."

Thomas took out the wallet, and slowly turned the side of the opening towards the man: "This is my wallet, you can come and get it, or I will give it to you."

The man stretched his neck to look, swallowed, and pointed the gun at Martha's neck: "Your necklace!"

Martha began to frantically untie the pearl necklace around her neck. She was so frightened that her hands kept shaking and she couldn't take it off after a long time.Obviously what she did made the man even more nervous, his hands that had stabilized before began to tremble again, and he could only relieve the fear in his heart by yelling loudly: "Move faster!"

"She will, she will." Thomas put a hand nervously in front of Martha, for fear that the man would miss and go off: "Let me give you the wallet first, okay?" He could only hope on the man After getting money to calm down, his mental state is very unstable.

But just as Thomas took a tentative step forward, the man's extremely tense nerves finally broke, and he shouted: "Don't come over!" .

A thunderous gunshot rang in Bruce's ear.

For a split second he seemed to see Thomas and Martha lying in a pool of blood, which trickled down from under them and wet the soles of his shoes.The smell of blood filled his nostrils, he saw himself witnessing all this in a daze, and watched a round pearl roll to his feet.

He saw himself kneeling on the ground as if exhausted, reaching out to pick up the pearl.

It is stained with blood.

The next moment, these incomparably real hallucinations were far away from his eyes, and Thomas and Martha were still standing in front of him, without blood, pearls rolling to the ground, or the powerless self.

A strange man stood in front of them, with black hair fluttering slightly in the windless alley, a strange black light lingered around him, and a bullet hovered in front of him.

—it was supposed to pierce Thomas, your father's chest, and take his life.

A hoarse voice said in his ear, the vocal cords seemed to be made of thorns made of iron and blood, and every time a word was spoken, a blood red was pulled out.

— the rest of your life will be filled with pain and regret, and you will never forget this night.

——it will be your nightmare.

but not.

Bruce looked at the back of the strange man and thought blankly, none of this happened.

This man who appeared suddenly protected them, all the worst guesses, the most unbearable ending——

It's all just an illusion of his.

Erberist looked at the man who shot Bruce.His expression under the mask was still calm, but sharp anger and cold killing intent welled up in his golden vertical pupils.

It's him, it's this guy.Joe Cher.

The word rolled around his throat and eventually turned into a poisonous venom that dripped in his eyes.Maliciousness and anger spread from his body silently, hissing like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Want to kill him, really want to kill him.

But no, the master doesn't allow it.

Damn it.

Joe Chell was terrified as he fired the first shot with twitching fingers, and then a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with golden eyes that were not human, staring at him like cold-blooded animals.Joe Cheer yelled in fright, his body leaned back uncontrollably, cold sweat flowed down instantly, and splashed on the leather shoes with a bang.He was trembling all over, his hands were trembling, his brain was so frightened that he almost went crazy, he couldn't control himself and emptied a bullet at this strange man who suddenly appeared: "Monster, get out!"

Erberist held a hand in front of him.There was smoke and sparks from the muzzle of the gun, and the shell casings clanged and fell to the ground, but all the bullets fired at him only hovered half a foot in front of him, as if hitting an invisible wall full of stickiness. Can no longer advance half an inch.

Erberist wanted the bullets to go back to their owner, to have them cut holes in his disgusting body, to let him experience what it would be like to have his heart hollowed out.

For a moment, Joe Chell thought the man with the golden eyes was going to come up and tear his limbs off, slice open his heart, and gouge out his brain and stuff it into his mouth.

But in the end, Erberist did nothing, and all the malice and blood slowly returned to his body like a tide retreating.He lightly waved his hand to the side, and the bullets hovering in mid-air clanged to the ground, making a crisp metal sound.

His understated movements seemed to brush off some dust, and he lifted his feet and walked towards Joe Chell.

"You...what do you want? Don't come here!" The scene in front of him was completely beyond his cognition, and Joe Chell was too frightened to move, his voice trembling like a bellows with air leaks everywhere.

Erberist narrowed his eyes and said softly, "If I were you, I would choose to shut up."

As the words fell, Joe Cheer was horrified to find that his vocal cords seemed to be sealed by something, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

He watched as Erberist walked up to him step by step, each step as if death was stepping on his heart with a drumbeat.They were close enough that he could even see the cold, seething fire in Erberist's golden pupils.

Then he reached out and grabbed his neck.

Joe Chell struggled violently.

"Wait!" Thomas yelled suddenly.

He was a little afraid that this magician would kill people in front of him, so that he would inevitably mix himself into the muddy waters of Gotham-although he might have already entered it, and he didn't care.

Yes, although Erberist never turned his face to them from the beginning to the end, Thomas had already confirmed his identity by virtue of his attire and the two pointed horns protruding from his head.

Because of Thomas' yell, the weirdly dressed magician stopped what he was doing and turned half sideways, wanting to hear his opinion.

The filament of the street lamp next to it suddenly burst out with the last bit of power, and it suddenly brightened, exposing the magician who always appeared at night to the light.

He is very tall, and there are about five centimeters of high heels on the boots that wrap half of his thighs, which makes his figure even taller; his muscles are elegant and smooth, his legs and arms are slender and powerful, and he is wrapped in a lin pattern leather coat. His body clearly reveals the beautiful lines and curves; the gloves only cover half of the palm, and the nails on the ten fingers are like the claws of some ferocious beasts, pitch black and sharp, and the same is true for the two horns on his forehead, they are curved Grow back and draw a sharp arc upward at the top of the hair.

He wore a weird black mask on his face, and his black hair fell down, revealing only his golden eyes and a well-shaped chin, but even so, it could arouse people's infinite reverie about his appearance, and even make people feel that this That's why he's wearing a mask.

At this moment, he was looking over with smiling golden eyes, and asked politely, "Mr. Wayne, what do you want?"

"...I don't think you need to kill him, sir." Thomas shook his head, but he still didn't dare to underestimate the magician: "Look, he's already in your hands anyway, why don't we just call the police and let him The police came and took him away."

"I happen to think so too." Erberist glanced at Bruce, whose face was mixed with surprise and admiration, and was very satisfied with the light he had cast on himself with magic.When I feel better, the movements of my hands become gentler.

He slammed Joe Chell's head against the wall casually, then let go and threw him to the ground, still asking politely: "Do you need my help to call the police?"

The Wayne family: "..."

Joe Chell, who has fainted: "..."

Your tone doesn't match your approach!

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Thomas: Let's go down Crime Alley!

Author: No, it looks very wrong here, okay?Stop it, you guys!

Erberist (pointing to the side): You can walk this warm and beautiful "Happiness Alley"

感谢在2020-05-2717:08:32~2020-05-2823:27:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Helian Zhiyan;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I just want to watch the sunrise 15 bottles; PA.LEAH 9 bottles; I am still a baby 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ,,