I'm the villain in Gotham

Batman stood there, silent for a while.

To be honest, Erberist's reaction was completely different from what he thought.Before coming here, he had expected a fierce fight between them, or an angry shout from Erberist, an unbelievable questioning.But none of these imaginations appeared in reality. Erberist seemed to accept all this calmly. Those intense things were suppressed by him in the deepest eyes. Batman only saw him shocked, dazed, and then heartbroken. Disappointed.

Batman knew from the start that he didn't know Urberist, that he was nothing like the criminals he'd ever encountered.Thinking of this, Batman frowned, and corrected in his heart, no, he shouldn't be compared with those criminals in the first place.

But now is actually not a good time to explore these.Batman picked up the blood-stained dagger on the ground, frowning.He didn't know where Urberist would teleport himself to, but if he hadn't left Gotham, there was only one place to go—

On the roof of the abandoned chemical factory, a man in a windbreaker put down his binoculars and sighed regretfully.

He watched Batman come out of the factory building condescendingly and jumped onto the Batmobile hidden in the grass. The lights of the Batmobile turned on, illuminating a large area of ​​the road ahead.It buzzed twice, and galloped in one direction as if it had found its target.

……

Erberis subconsciously teleported himself to the safe house in Gotham.

This is his undiscovered subconscious shelter, no one will come here at this time, it is safe, private, and allows him to lick his wounds alone.

The moment he landed, he couldn't stand still, staggered, and hit the sofa with his body, knocking it to one corner.Then he knelt down on the ground, panting for a while, blood slid down the corner of his mouth and dripped on the back of his pale hand.

There were footsteps in front of him, and Erberist still had a little bit of sanity left. He knew that the magic of the cult was starting to stir up trouble again, so he didn't look up.But one hand squeezed his chin, forcing him to raise his head. Bruce stood in front of him, looked down at him, with a secretive expression on his face, and slowly called: "...Lotkea?"

Erberist trembled all over, and found that the mask on his face disappeared at some point. He looked at Bruce in horror, opened his mouth, and squeezed out a dry syllable from his mouth: "I..."

Bruce said, "You lied to me

long time. "

Erberist murmured, "I... am not..."

"Do you want to say that you didn't?" Bruce interrupted him: "You want to say that you didn't lie to me? You didn't lie to me? At this moment, you still refuse to admit it?" He said disgustedly: "You are a Liar, never a word of truth out of his mouth!"

Erberist didn't dare to look at his expression anymore, but his chin was pinched so painfully that he couldn't look away. He met Bruce's disgusted eyes and said sadly, "I'm sorry..."

"Are you guilty? Scared?" Bruce said, "It's unbelievable that I believed you so much before, but what about you? You must be very funny to play me around!"

"I didn't, I never thought about it like that!" Erberist wanted to argue more, the wound in his chest hurt sharply, he coughed heart-piercingly, Bruce let go of him, and he fell to his feet At the same time, he coughed and said intermittently: "...I didn't...cough cough, I really..."

There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, only the sound of footsteps came from behind him, and a bloody cloak appeared in front of his eyes.

Erberist's eyes widened sharply.

He struggled to prop up his upper body, and saw the dead Batman appear, with blood dripping from his fingertips, standing in front of him with Bruce on the left and right.

He asked, "Why didn't you come that day?"

Erberist's pupils shrank and trembled violently.

The dead Batman said: "If you come, I will not die."

Erberist began to tremble all over.

The dead Batman said, "You, Erberist, you killed me."

Erberist finally couldn't hold it anymore, he had no strength to support his body anymore, fell to the floor again, buried his face in his arms, and said in a crying voice: "It's me, I'm sorry...it's because of me , cough cough cough... sorry..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and groped on the ground, trying to grab the dead Batman's ankle, as if he wanted to beg his master to give him a chance to redeem himself.

Suddenly, a black boot stretched out, stepped on his hand, and said coldly: "You should pay for what you did."

Erberist was startled, and then his scalp hurt. The Batman he had just met today was standing in front of him with a cold expression. He reached out and grabbed his hair, and lifted him up from the ground, holding a He is very familiar with the dagger.

"Yeah, it should be like this." The dead Batman and Bruce came behind him at some point, and they held him down and knelt on the ground: "Hurry up, let's kill him."

Oberister looked at Batman's face, trembling uncontrollably: "No...don't do this, don't be you..."

The dead Batman approached Erberist's ear: "Why can't it be me, are you scared?"

Erberist shuddered again.

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to him, and Erberist wanted to back away, but he struggled with all his strength, but he shook his head slightly and groaned like weeping: "No, it's not you guys! , not you..." He coughed and begged in a broken voice: "I can...I can die, but...cough cough cough...change someone, change someone..."

He lowered his head, tears could not stop falling: "Please, don't treat me like this..."

……

A golden halo appeared in the safe house, and Doctor Strange strode in, tugging on his cloak, and said, "Erberister, when I received your message earlier, I was—"

When he saw what was happening in the house, Doctor Strange's voice stopped abruptly.

Erberist fell to the ground, and some black tentacles grew from him, entangled him and bound him tightly.The tentacle's head surrounded the wound on his chest, constantly devouring fresh blood, so as to absorb the strength to grow stronger.Eberist half-opened his godless eyes, motionless, his black hair hanging limply on the ground, letting his tentacles roam freely on his body, and he kept muttering something, as if he had fallen into extreme darkness and In a nightmare of pain.

"—Damn it!" Doctor Strange cursed secretly, and immediately came to his side, with a golden magic light blooming from his hand: "Let him go!"

He grabbed Erberister's tentacles and pulled them away from him like vines.When the tentacle touched the golden light on his hand, it made a piercing scream, and turned into a black mist, quickly disappearing into the air.

Realizing that his existence was threatened, the remaining tentacles frantically rushed towards Doctor Strange, entangled his limbs and neck, as if they wanted to bring him into the most difficult hallucination in his heart.

Doctor Strange had to free up one hand to fight against the tentacles on his body, and the magic floating cloak behind him was also pulling the tentacles out vigorously, and the two sides were entangled with each other and twisted into a red and black twist.

At this

In a short period of time, Doctor Strange also discovered that the source of the growth of these tentacles was the pain and despair constantly exuding from Erberist. As a result, Doctor Strange had to resort to less gentle measures - he had to forcibly pull Erberist out of the hallucination.

He lifted Óberrist into his arms and put his hand on his forehead.A golden light emerged from the palm of Doctor Strange, and the evil magical aura instantly separated from Erberist: "Urberist!"

Erberist was still trembling and whispering in pain: "Don't...don't do this..."

Doctor Strange had to increase the output: "Urberist, wake up! No matter what you see, they are fake!"

The evil breath was boiling and tumbling, because Doctor Strange's magic was forced to leave Erberist, but he lingered like a hyena smelling meat and refused to leave.

However, the influence of the cultist's magic on Erberist has weakened a lot. He blinked and looked at Doctor Strange dully. It took a while for his out-of-focus eyes to gather together, and his voice was dry and hoarse: " ……PhD?"

Doctor Strange heaved a sigh of relief, and while wrestling with those black tentacles, he quickly said: "Be sober, Erberist, don't let those magics affect you. You have persisted for so many years, don't fall short because of this."

This seemed to remind him of something. Erberist forced himself to throw away the three phantoms that kept appearing around him. He barely gathered some strength, and black light radiated from him, gradually enveloping his whole body.Those tentacles violently writhed reluctantly, most of them were cut and turned into mist and disappeared into the air, while a small part escaped quickly and got back into Erberist's body before the black light arrived.

"...what did you do?" Realizing that what he did was not what he thought, Doctor Strange frowned, and whispered disapprovingly, "You didn't completely banish them."

Erberister was trembling in his arms and panting, "It's just a small part...it's better than dragging you down."

"You...Damn it." Doctor Strange didn't have time to discuss this issue with him, so he made a gesture with both hands, and Agomotto's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling green light.A circle of green time stagnation magic was applied to Erberister's chest by him, and the bleeding wound finally stopped temporarily: "What's going on?" His voice was fast and solemn, like suppressed anger : "What are you doing? Your

Just got a hole in the stomach, and now someone stabbed him in the chest again? "

Abrist suddenly shuddered.

Realizing that he was quite resistant to this question, Doctor Strange frowned even tighter, but he still relaxed his voice and changed the subject, hoping this would make him feel better: "The magic on you is more like a curse, this breath I feel a little familiar, have you met that evil/religious person?"

"Perhaps," Erberister closed his eyes and whispered, "When I came to Gotham, I met a cultist who kidnapped a girl and wanted to sacrifice her to the evil god in his mouth. In retaliation for taking that girl away, he cast a spell on me with his own soul."

"This style sounds the same as the one I know," Doctor Strange commented, "They still have the tradition of using blood paintings to summon magic circles. Have you seen anything else?"

"There are four men," said Erberist. "They were dead when I came here. The magic circle looks familiar to me. I saw it in London 20 years ago, but the blood-drawn magic circle, in the It was destroyed when the cultists attacked me, and I have no way of verifying it. And..." He took a breath, and continued: "I found a statue underground, it seems to be an important prop needed for the summoning ceremony."

"Show me after you get back, I guess it will affect your spirit, I don't want to deal with those annoying tentacles again." Doctor Strange raised one eyebrow: "Of course you don't have to pay too much attention These things, I hope you still remember the role of my supreme mage, sir, this belongs to the scope of my work."

Seeing that Erberister seemed to have calmed down, he helped him stand up: "Come on, come back to the temple with me, I told you that your injury is still not healed, this time you have to stay there again It's been over a month."

Erberist froze for a moment.

The space barrier connecting the original plane suddenly appeared in his mind. It was just a vague longing before, but under today's series of blows and the lure of magic that has not been cleared, it has become the whisper of a demon that tempts him. .

"...No," he covered his eyes and said in pain, "I...can't go back."

"What are you talking about?" Doctor Strange's face suddenly darkened: "Do you think that your wound will stop bleeding? You will die here, Erberist, come back to the temple with me, your wound It cannot be delayed any longer."

……Of course I know.Erberister closed his eyes, thinking painfully that he knew he should go back to

New York Temple, go back to recuperate.He still has a lot of things to do, many problems to be clarified, he can't be so willful and reckless, let the wound worsen, and his will be depressed.

But... But now it is different from usual, he can no longer look at the dark space that is only a thin line away from him, his original plane, with a normal mentality.That is his origin, his bloodline, and all his retreats.

It was the home where he was born.

"...I don't want to go back." Erberist finally opened his eyes, the golden eyes trembled slightly, and there were broken gold flowing inside, as if they could fall down with a slight blink, leaving a wet mark: " I can't...I can't see it, I can't think about it."

He lowered his voice very low, and the ending trembled slightly: "...I still have an unfulfilled agreement with you, I can't go back."

Pain surged towards him, and for a period of time, his brain was chaotic, and countless memories flashed through his mind in disorder.He saw his master accusing him, he smiled at him, he scolded, he was defensive.

He'd thought Batman had made him a family in this world, but it was just... just a figment of his own delusions.His master has never accepted him, and he has never been invited, it's just...just when he felt the warmth of his master's palm, he happily thought that he had been recognized and approved by his master, and mistook the warmth of his palm. It is intended to be a cozy fireplace in the living room.

But no, never, he's been out in the cold and snow, he's just a lost dog with nowhere to go.

The bloody knife in his chest stirred up a fact for him, which made him extremely painful. He was already faintly aware of it, but never dared to admit it.

Batman, his master, never took him in.

He never wanted him.

Erberist lowered his head, his messy hair fell down in a mess, and he felt his fingertips getting cold.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "...leave me alone."

Doctor Strange stared at him, silent for a moment.

It was hard for him to imagine what had happened in the few short hours since Erberist came to Gotham to make his consciousness so depressed, but of course he couldn't just watch and let it go, his tone became serious: "Whoever you are What you've been through, no matter what you think about yourself, the facts don't change, nor does the positive impact you have on the world."

He paused, then continued: "I don't agree with your set of arguments that evil people must exist, although you practice it well, it does not change

Change the fact that you are a good person. "

Erberist whispered, "I did that just—"

"Just because of the agreement with me?" Doctor Strange was about to be annoyed by him: "When will you open your eyes and see that what you have done has already exceeded the scope of the agreement. Concerned about their mental health? Do I ask you to heal Superman? Or do I ask you to save the planet?"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he couldn't maintain his usual demeanor: "Visanti, when are you willing to reflect on it? It's you who are willing to help them. Don't give me any damn reasons. Buckle up!"

Erberist: "..."

He had known Doctor Strange for so long, and it was the first time he had seen him so irritable, and what he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.He blinked, trying to say that he didn't really think what he did was that good, but it seemed that no matter what he said, Doctor Strange could stop him with what he just said.

Erberister lowered his gaze, not knowing how to explain why he didn't want to return to the chaotic space.Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on a small piece of black inadvertently exposed in the crack of the sofa that was knocked crooked when he came, and his whole body froze.

Erberister was stunned for a while, then stretched out his bloody fingers, and pulled out the small object stuck in the gap.

It was a tiny camera shaped like a bat.Its cold lens was facing him, reflecting a golden vertical pupil with a narrowed pupil.

Erberist held it, and felt cold all over for a moment.

Doctor Strange also saw it, and immediately stretched out his hand to hold Erberist's hand, holding the camera in the palm of his hand, and called out nervously, "Uberister."

Erberist stood there blankly for a while, broke free from Doctor Strange's hand, and then used trembling fingers to put the bat camera back in place.

His voice became strangely stable, like the last tight thread before his sanity collapsed: "Let's go."

"Leave here, go wherever...you can go anywhere."

"Just, get out of here."

When Batman pushed open the door, he saw only a little golden spark, which quickly dissipated in the air.He looked around the room and saw the crooked sofa and the blood dripping beside it, his brows furrowed tightly.

The author has something to say: I read yesterday's comments...are you devils? ? ?

That being the case, today is also the knife you want

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