I'm the villain in Gotham

"Do you need me to call the police?" Erberist said in a gentle voice, and made a suggestion: "Or I can send him directly to the gate of the police station."

"...No, no, thank you, sir." Thomas said in a complicated tone: "I think it's better for us to settle this matter."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Erberister nodded without any objection.

After such a period of time, Thomas has calmed down again. He showed a just right smile and asked, "Thank you for rushing to save us in time. May I ask who you are..."

"Uberis, sir." He put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly to the three of them like an English nobleman, turned his eyes slightly on Bruce, and repeated with a smile: "I am Uberis special."

"Okay, Erberister." Thomas nodded and said cautiously, "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course, please."

"Last fall, ten criminals were tied up and thrown at the gate of the police station at night. The media referred to the person who did this as the 'mysterious man'..." Thomas considered his words.

"If you want to ask who he is, yes, 'You-Know-Who' is me."

Bruce looked surprised, his eyes sparkling with admiration.Oberist turned his eyes away, smiled slightly, and then returned to his natural state.

Martha glanced at Thomas in surprise, and then at Erberist, with a look of understanding on her face.

Seeing him tell himself the answer so easily, Thomas was relieved.To be honest, although Erberist seems to be very talkative and has a strangely good attitude towards their family, his terrifying ability and unconventional style make Thomas unable to let go of his guard.

The identity and experience of President Thomas Wayne and a battlefield medical soldier made him not easily believe appearances.With his wife and children still behind him, it was impossible for him not to be on his guard.

Thomas asked again: "Did you save my son and two others when the Gotham Theater exploded?"

Erberist didn't expect him to know about this, and was taken aback. After thinking about it, it was only possible that Zatara discovered it when he was using magic.He hesitated for a moment, then said: "...I happened to pass by at that time."

"..." Thomas didn't believe that things could be so coincidental. He automatically attributed what Erberist said to the fact that he was always paying attention to the safety of Wayne's family.

Bruce didn't know about this, and his eyes widened when he heard Erberist's confession, and his eyes instantly became eager.

Thomas confirmed his guess more and more: "On Christmas Eve, the cat head..."

The calm expression on Erberist's face could not be stretched.

...How does he even know this? ! !

Is it because Batman is the world's number one detective, so his father also has his own detective radar? ?

Erberist was sure he hadn't survived, and he didn't know how Thomas figured it out.But that was a bloody thing he did, and he didn't want Bruce to know, so although he couldn't understand it, he interrupted Thomas immediately.

Erberist said in a sigh-like tone: "Mr. Wayne, Gotham is not very safe at night. You know, I don't have the time to come here every day."

The conversation was interrupted roughly, and Thomas was not offended.Erberist's reaction just confirmed his guess was correct, so he looked at Erberister with a look of "whatever you say is right", smiled and said: "Anyway, thank you for your help. If you need it, please let me know, the Wayne family will do their best to meet your request."

"I have only one request," said Erberister. "Don't leak our conversation today, and you don't want to get into unnecessary trouble, do you?"

After he finished speaking, he nodded to the three of them, put his hands behind his back, and took a slight step back. Before his toes touched the ground, the figure had slowly disappeared.

……

Since that dark inhuman came to Gotham, Sabatino's family business has been booming, and many problems have been solved. He is now very relaxed, and even resumed the routine before he took over the family.

So he was now pulled out of the bed by Erberist.

… Sabatino almost died of fright when he opened his eyes and saw this terrifying hell devil standing in front of his bed.

"I have something for you to do, Sabatino." The Hell Lord looked at him and said.

"What are your orders?" If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Sabatino really felt that he was sitting on the bed in his nightgown, and another person came to his room late at night to watch him... It's charming, if It's not that the other party is his current boss or a man.

Then this is very scary! !

"Go find a man named Joe Chell." Erberist narrowed his eyes, his voice was soft and frightening, and his maliciousness was undisguised: "Find a 'normal' reason, let him Gone from Gotham, you hear?"

"I heard it." Sabatino nodded quickly.Except for the first meeting, he had never seen Erberist so oppressive.

"Uh, then I'm going now...?" Before Sabatino finished speaking, Erberist's figure had disappeared in front of him.

"...Okay." He muttered and stood up from the bed, resigned himself to his fate and began to put on his clothes, and then called his deputy: "Don't go to sleep, we have work to do!"

Erberist appears atop Gotham's clock tower.

Tonight was supposed to be a gloomy day, the sky was cloudy, the moon was fading, and the stars were gone.The frenzied wind from above ruffled his hair and whistled past his ears like a giant roaring at him.

Erberister took off the mask on his face, let go of it casually, and the mask disappeared in the air under the wind.He closed his eyes, the skin on the shoulder blade trembled, and then split and grew a pair of periosteum wings that covered the sky and the sun.The bone wings are like black jade, emitting a faint black light.

Erberist opened his arms, facing the strong wind, tilted his head back slightly, took a deep, deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

Since arriving in this timeline, he has done his best to keep the flow of time going until now.

Bruce Wayne's fate has been completely rewritten at this moment. Erberist doesn't know if he will become Batman in the future, and he doesn't know if the history he knows will change, but...at least here For a moment, the benefits of changing time became apparent.

Everything he did was worth it.

worth.

……

After calling the police, the Wayne family returned to the manor much later than expected.

The butler and Lotkea, who were worried about being broken, hurried up to meet him.After confirming that they were all safe and sound, Alfred rarely showed a very emotional side, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh my god, master, I hope you won't scare me like this again in the future."

"Sorry, Ah Fu." Thomas patted him on the shoulder apologetically: "There won't be a next time, I promise."

After the three sat down in the living room, Alfred put a glass of milk by their hands in time: "I hope this will make you feel better." He said worriedly.

"It's okay, Ah Fu." Thomas comforted him in turn: "Actually, strictly speaking, today is a false alarm, and we are all fine."

"It's all 'lucky' for you all." Alfred added emphasis, and then he sighed: "Although I would like to know what happened, you need to rest now. Finish the milk, if you are sure Go to sleep if you're okay."

He turned to look at Bruce, the expression on his face softened, and his tone was gentle: "Master Bruce..."

"I'm fine, Ah Fu." Bruce's expression was a little dazed: "Actually, I... I always feel that what happened today is unreal."

Alfred's expression softened: "Of course, today is really an unpleasant night."

Thomas also said: "There will always be unexpected things in life, Bruce, and it's normal to feel unreal."

Although Martha had hugged Bruce and cried for a while before, her nose was a little sour now: "Oh, baby, it's okay, you can treat what happened tonight as a dream."

No, not so.

Bruce knew very well that what he said was not true, he really meant it literally.He always felt that his parents would die tonight, on the road in that alley.

But the words are so shocking that Bruce doesn't know what to say, or even whether to say.

At this moment, Lotkea held out his hand to him.He said in a gentle voice: "Bruce, you haven't seen the gift I'm going to give you." He nodded to the other three adults, and after getting their approval, he pulled Bruce upstairs.

The two came to Bruce's room.Bruce watches as Lotkea closes the door, then notices a long, narrow box on the table.

It looks unremarkable and very ordinary, but there is an eye-catching magic that tempts people to open it.

Bruce opened the box.

It wasn't anything he'd imagined in it—not a stack of manuscripts, not a pen, not anything weird.

Inside the box was a small dagger lying quietly.

Lotkea touched his forehead subconsciously, and quickly withdrew his hand before Bruce noticed.

The dagger is not heavy, and even Bruce can easily pick it up now, but its texture obviously does not look like it would be so light: the scabbard is engraved with strange patterns and inlaid with unknown gemstones, Bruce carefully looked at it. In the past, it was found that it seemed to seal liquid, and it would emit flowing light when changing the angle.

After pulling out the dagger, Bruce was surprised to find that it was black all over, and he didn't know what kind of metal it was made of, and it showed a jade-like luster under the lamp.

But obviously it is by no means made of jade.Because just when Bruce wanted to touch it, Lotkea stopped him in time: "Be careful." He said, "Even I will be hurt by it."

Bruce let go of his hand obediently, looked over and over again, then put the dagger back into the scabbard, looked up at Lotkea: "This is very precious, are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Lotkea raised an eyebrow: "Of course, it's already yours." He didn't wait for Bruce to say anything else, and continued, "Since you think it's very valuable, then put it away."

"Of course, I will definitely treasure it." Bruce nodded seriously, and thought for a while: "I will put it together with Tony's collection."

Lotkea: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or jealous.

Finally, he sighed in his heart and said to Bruce: "Although many bad things happened today, there is always one important thing that is good."

He smiled softly: "Happy birthday, Bruce."

As soon as the voice fell, the clock representing twelve midnight struck.The distant and majestic voice vaguely lingered in the ears of the two of them.

Bruce Wayne spent his eighth birthday in peace.

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Erberist (crushing and scratching his head): How do you know that I did all that? ? ?

Thomas: Well, anyway, I was also a Batman

This chapter is well written, sorry for keeping everyone waiting for a long time qv□□□□

感谢在2020-05-2823:27:45~2020-05-3102:30:34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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 piece of Duanmu Muzi;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Duanmu Muzi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Ll, Yiyangyiyangyo, Sanbuyuesheng 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: eat a whale with 5 bottles;

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