I'm the villain in Gotham

Lotkea tucked the quilt up for Bruce, and asked softly, "Do you need me to leave a lamp for you?"

"No need." Bruce grabbed the edge of the quilt with his little hands, revealing only a little furry head, watching Lotkea turn off the bedside lamp, and then there was a rustling sound from the side of the bed, and a piece of the pillow was sunken ——Lotkea sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand on his forehead, and touched it gently and lovingly: "Sleep, Bruce."

Bruce stretched out his hand from under the quilt and grabbed Lotkea's hand: "Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"I'll leave when you fall asleep." Lotkea felt his hand being rubbed unconsciously by Bruce, and the upward arc of his lips became larger, and his tone became more gentle: "I know that the experience tonight is very Unforgettable, but now that I'm with you, Bruce, don't be afraid."

"I'm actually not too scared," Bruce said. "I'm getting better."

"That's good."

The two fell silent.

Just when Lotkea thought Bruce was about to fall asleep, Bruce suddenly opened his eyes and called softly, "Lotkea."

Lotkea asked, "Huh?"

"I just found out today that Gotham is really not safe."

"...Yes." Lotkea felt that he still had something to say, and waited quietly for a while.

"I didn't 'know' Gotham is a dangerous city today," Bruce murmured, "It's just that I've been living in a safe place before, and I never realized that the things reported in the news are actually very close to me. It's right there with me."

"I never, never thought about it."

After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, half closed his lower eyelids, but his eyes were still trembling slightly, and his lips were slowly pursed.

Lotkea sighed.

He stretched out his hand and gently covered Bruce's eyes, his soft fingers covered the chaotic world into a silent darkness. "Go to sleep, Bruce." He said, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was very complicated, but his tone was soft and gentle, which didn't make Bruce hear the slightest strangeness: "You will figure it out."

Bruce listened to Lotkea's regular breathing, felt the softness and warmth of his palm, his heart really settled down slowly, and fell asleep after a while.

Lotkea slowly withdrew her fingers, looking quietly at Bruce's face.

He began to wonder if he was doing something wrong.

He knew that he would change this timeline sooner or later, but in order to make the butterfly's flapping wings cause the smallest hurricane, he still chose to jump out to solve those problems at the most critical time.

But he can obviously do better.

He could obviously get rid of Joe Chell once and for all, let him disappear into this world directly, so that the Bruce family never saw this person; but he didn't do it.

Because he was afraid that things would be out of his control, he was afraid that without Joe Chell, there would be other people threatening the lives of the Waynes, and this event that shouldn't happen in history might even threaten Bruce's life.

In fact, Doctor Strange has long reminded him of the possible serious consequences of changing the timeline, and also said how to control it to minimize the impact.Lotkea had been careful about his own way of doing things, but now he couldn't help but regret it.

He should have kept his master safe from all affairs.

I don't know how much time passed, the door was knocked lightly twice, Thomas' shadow came in from the door, he carefully opened the door, Martha and Alfred stood beside.

Lotkea smiled at them, pointed to Bruce who was asleep, put his index finger on his lips, and signaled them to keep quiet.

Thomas smiled at him, nodded, closed the door and left.

……

Bruce felt as if he was dreaming.

The vision of the Wayne couple lying in a pool of blood that he had seen before flashed by in his dream, and he found himself flying over Gotham, jumping on the roofs of high and low terraces, and his shadow was like a shadow under the reflection of the moonlight. A huge black bat.

The moon illuminates the way forward for him, and the gargoyle keeps him company in silence.

Sometimes a few vague figures appeared beside him.Some of them have red cloaks behind them, some wear armor, some can summon thunder and lightning, and some can control the sea.There were also several children who were obviously children, and he stood silently holding one of them in the ruins destroyed by the explosion.

These images flashed in front of him like a revolving lantern. Bruce didn't know what they were or what was going on. He just felt his chest was burning, but it wasn't a painful burning. It's not a feeling, but a warm feeling, which makes him feel protected.

But at the same time, these images made him feel bad and anxious, like something very bad had happened and there was nothing he could do about it.He was sad, angry, helpless.

And then Bruce woke up with this anxiety.

It was already dawn outside, and the sun shone into the room through the curtains. A figure was sitting in front of his bed, wearing a well-fitting shirt, trousers, and vest, with his long legs crossed, holding a hard-covered gilt book in his hand. of Hamlet.The light sunlight shone on his half-drooped eyelids, covering his slender eyelashes with a layer of fine gold powder; the profile of his face was handsome and delicate, his thin red lips were slightly pursed, and he looked very focused.

The moment he saw Lotkea, Bruce's restless heart suddenly settled down.

Lotkea also noticed him at this time.He closed the book in his hand, smiled at him, then leaned over and touched his forehead: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Bruce narrowed one eye and let him touch it: "...it's okay." He touched his chest, and was surprised to find that there was nothing strange about the place where he had ironed it all night, as if it was just a dream of his.

...is it a dream?

He seems to have had an unpleasant dream all night, but now he can't remember anything, and even the feeling in the dream is hard to describe now.

Lotkea asked: "What's the matter?" Bruce's hand was on the seal of the contract between the two of them, and Lotkea couldn't help frowning, thinking about the possibility of a problem with the contract.

...But that's unlikely, the contract works both ways, and if something's wrong with Bruce, he should feel it too.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Bruce didn't intend to think about it, sat up holding the quilt, suddenly realized something, and looked at Lotkea in disbelief: "Didn't you go back to sleep last night?"

Lotkea raised the book in his hand: "I just read a book in your room in the morning." He cunningly and cleverly avoided Bruce's question.

After all, he didn't deny it head-on, right?

"It's past ten o'clock, young master." Lotkea stood up and pointed to the watch in Bruce's room: "I'll get you breakfast, you can eat less."

"Can I skip the milk?" Bruce looked at him expectantly.

"No, yes, yes." With a smile on his lips, Lotkea elongated his voice.Then he paused for a while, and purposely kept it off, and said with disappointment written all over Bruce's face: "But Alfred baked cookies for you, I can smell it."

"Oh!" Bruce's blue eyes lit up and he cheered.

The near-assassination of the Wayne family caused an uproar in Gotham, but in fact most people didn't care about it, they only took this case as an after-dinner talk and bragging capital.Those who really care about it are the big shots in Gotham. Some people's interests are tied to the Wayne family, and they are glad they escaped; more are gnashing their teeth, hoping that Wayne will collapse so that they can get a share soup.

But people are always forgetful.After more than half a month, this matter has been almost forgotten. The big event now is the upcoming football game between Gotham and the Metropolis.

When Urberister stepped into Sabatino's office that night, he got word that the mission was done.

"Joe Chell was bailed out of the police station by one of his relatives," Sabatino said, "but unfortunately on the third day he was involved in a firefight while out at night and was shot dead. "

Erberist flipped through the documents he handed over: "Well done."

"Uh……"

"What else do you need?" Oberist was in a good mood, and raised his head to look at Sabatino, with an extremely gentle tone.However, the impression of the first meeting has been deeply embedded in Sabatino's mind. Even if the two are considered familiar now, Sabatino will never dare to be presumptuous in front of him.

Obviously this matter has been hovering in Sabatino's mind for a long time, so after Erberist asked, he hesitated for a long time and said: "Yes, that's the thing, I, uh, I have a Opinion……"

"Speak." Erberist magically burned the document in his hand, looked at Sabatino, and said calmly, "I don't blame you for this."

"Okay, then I'll say it." Sabatino wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Please don't get me wrong, I didn't want to inquire into your private affairs, but you seem to be concerned about the Wayne family... Uh, too much?"

Obviously, the promise Sabatino wanted just now is very important. Oberister's golden eyes narrowed for a moment, but considering his promise, he still suppressed it, but his voice could not help revealing a hint of danger: " ……continue."

"I'm not saying that what you did was wrong. I have no right to comment on your decision," Sabatino said out of his mind very quickly, wanting to survive, "But our business is It's so big, it's inevitable that someone already knows about your existence, what if they know about your concern for the Wayne family and want to blackmail you?"

He finished this pile of words quickly, and then waited in fear for the depressed Erberist to speak, while the goose growled in his heart.

... If it wasn't for the fear that Erberist would overturn, and even his family would be overwhelmed by the other two, he wouldn't bother to care about him! ! !

Damn it, what does the life and death of the Wayne family have to do with him!

Erberist thought for a while calmly, and felt that Sabatino's proposal was quite reasonable.Thinking of what to do next, it is obvious that the identity of Erberist can no longer be used.

Isn't it just another vest, he is familiar with this!

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Bruce: You've been here tonight? ? ?

Lotkea: I just come here to read in the morning

(Inner OS: I only said that I read here in the morning, but I didn’t say that I didn’t leave at night!)

I, Urberist, the most loyal dragon in the universe, never lie to my master

Is it called lying to avoid the important point and change the subject? !

That, I want that white, viscous liquid (hint)

感谢在2020-05-3102:30:34~2020-06-0200:34:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Anoud, Silly 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Can Master and Nini have both? 25 bottles;

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