I'm the villain in Gotham

The author has something to say: a few hundred words were added in the last chapter, please fill it up for those little angels who haven’t read it yet, be kind~

感谢在2020-11-2504:31:12~2020-11-2802:56:38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 mine: Mo Xue 3;

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

After returning from X-Academy, Batman sits in front of the Batcomputer without saying a word.

The old butler passed behind him three times, but Batman didn't notice. Alfred felt that he couldn't keep silent, and said, "Maybe you would like to tell your old butler what you have learned this time?"

Batman recovered from the silence, paused, and said, "...it's nothing, Alfred."

"'Nothing' is not why you stayed at the X Academy for half the night, master." Alfred said: "If you are still feeling guilty about Mr. Erberist..."

Batman said, "I'll find a way to make it up to him."

"This is a way of evading, young master." Alfred said in a disapproving voice, seeing Batman's eyes immediately looked over, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Why, you think I'm wrong?"

Batman frowned and said, "I'm trying to make it up."

"Indeed, sir, whatever you intend to do, these are amends. But has it ever occurred to you that perhaps an apology in person is also a form of amends? And it is more sincere, and generally more effective, than others. "

Batman said quietly, "He probably doesn't want to see me."

"Maybe." Alfred said, "Each of us has to pay for our choices, but if you don't try, how will you know the result?"

Batman fell into a longer silence than before.

"I'm assuming you're running away from the 'apology' thing," Alfred said, "and I'm not surprised, I know you were not good at it as a child."

Batman frowned: "Alfred?"

"I hope you still remember," the old housekeeper ignored him, and said to himself: "When you were seven years old, after Master Lotkea was injured in saving you, you felt very guilty, but the way you expressed your guilt at that time was --Take care of him."

Batman's expression became unnatural: "Please—"

"

It is unimaginable that nearly 20 years have passed, and when Master Lotkea was injured again, what you did was exactly the same as before, without any improvement. The old housekeeper said blankly, "So this time, do you want to do the same thing?" "

Batman scowled, "I—"

"Oh sorry, look at my old man's memory," said Alfred, "it seems that you feel that Mr. Urberist doesn't want to see you, and this kind of care is not feasible. So how are you going to make up for it? Go to New York St. Is the palace airdropping medicine?"

Batman: "..."

Batman: "..."

……

Vision is a little blurry.

Erberist blinked, trying to adjust himself to the sensation of returning to his body when he felt a familiar fatigue and powerlessness overtake him.

But to say that it is familiar, this feeling was only felt when he sealed his own magic many years ago.Erberist lay there for a while longer, trying to push himself out of bed.

The chest wound has been healed and the magic spell on the bandage is working.The wound was painful with his movements, but not unbearable, and appeared to be healing well.

He didn't quite remember it, but there happened to be something to lean on next to it, and it was quite big and fluffy. Eberrist simply sat against it for a while, closed his eyes, and didn't think about anything.

After a while, after his sight returned to normal, Erberist suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked at the thing he leaned on: "..."

Why does he have a stuffed teddy bear on his bed? ? ?

Erberist was full of question marks, and when he was propped up on the bed and was about to get out of bed to find Doctor Strange, he realized that what he was lying on was not a bed, but a floor covered with blankets, and a pile of steel was scattered on it. Hero pillow.

Erberist looked at the pillow in his hand, on which the rose-colored Iron Man was facing him, giving him a thumbs up.

Erberist: "..."

Erberist: "???"

If it weren't for this room, only a small part of the room where he was lying was very abnormal, and the rest of the room, whether it was strange magic ornaments or complicated and peculiar patterns, meant that he was indeed in the New York Temple, Eberist The first response should be:

I went to another world again? ? ?

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Doctor Strange walked in from the outside, and saw that Erberist had sat up by himself, leaning on the teddy bear, holding an Iron Man in his arms

Hugging the pillow, he was looking at him blankly, with a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, if it wasn't for his pale face, he looked like he had just woken up.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, walked over to him, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Seeing Doctor Strange, Oberister returned to his usual demeanor in just a few seconds, and nodded reservedly: "Thank you for your... care these days." He glanced at the pillow again .

Doctor Strange admitted that this color scheme is quite eye-catching, so even if he saw the doubt in Erberist's eyes, he didn't see it: "It hasn't been long. Today is the fourth day. You woke up earlier than I expected."

"Thanks anyway," said Erberister, and then he asked, "You sealed my magic?"

"Yes, your situation is a bit special this time." Doctor Strange simply sat next to him and explained: "In fact, because part of your original power is left in the wound, not only can your plane not bring you special It may even make it more serious. It's like... the plane increases your strength, but it also increases the pain in your wound."

"I understand very well." Eberister's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "It is tearing me apart, and my own immune function does not resist it, but helps it on the contrary, which is why only I The horn of the horn can kill me."

As he spoke, his eyelashes slightly retracted, and his eyeballs moved away from Doctor Strange, revealing a golden luster: "In the final analysis, there are only two people in this world who can kill me."

Doctor Strange didn't know what to say at this moment, or if he should say nothing.He paused, and continued: "So I sealed your magic, at least they won't aggravate your injuries, besides," his eyes swept over Erberist, wrinkling slightly worriedly Frowning: "It can also curb the curse on you."

"This is very helpful." Erberist sighed, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to still be trapped in a hallucination in a coma: "But this seal is a bit too strong, and I can't use any magic."

Doctor Strange raised his chin, and said displeasedly: "It's not firm, you can still sit here and talk to me now?"

"But I'm going back to Gotham soon, so it's inconvenient," Erberist said. "Let's relax a little bit."

Doctor Strange paused: "...What did you say?"

Erberist said, "I'm going back to Gotham, Doc.

"

Doctor Strange in disbelief: "Now?! Before you...you can't even stand up!"

"Actually, it's okay." Erberister walked off the blanket with the furry teddy bear on his back: "I've been away from Gotham for too long. Since the temple is no longer helpful for my wound healing, it's better to go back to Gotham."

Doctor Strange showed a look of disapproval, and his face sank, which was quite intimidating.

Erberist looked calm, and said softly: "If you still remember, why did I come to this world—"

"You go." Doctor Strange interrupted him expressionlessly: "I will bring you the potion and bandages."

Erberist knew he was angry and sighed, "Sorry."

"No, it's not you who should apologize." Doctor Strange said, "He came the night before yesterday, if you want to know."

Erberist was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Doctor Strange said with a slightly cold face, "He knows you are a night crow, that's all."

"I think so." Erberist was not surprised, and said with a slightly self-deprecating tone: "There is no reason for him not to guess, those... those are too obvious."

After speaking, the expression on his face soon became calm and calm again. Doctor Strange looked at him, and suddenly regretted his decision just now.But at the same time he was also very clear that it was impossible for Erberister to change his mind on this matter.He's pretty persistent and stubborn about certain things, and in that regard, he's exactly like Batman.

Doctor Strange could only relax the seal on him in silence, stuffed another pile of magic medicine, and finally opened the portal back to Gotham for him: "...if you need help, remember to call my name."

"Okay." Erberister nodded slightly: "If you find any clues to that cult/religion, please also tell me, maybe I can be of some help."

"You are helping yourself by recovering from your injuries quickly." Doctor Strange frowned, and after seeing Erberist's eyes, he had to say: "...I know, of course, I will tell you."

"Thank you." The corners of Erberist's lips curved slightly, and he turned his head. The sharp corners on his forehead suddenly disappeared, the black on his nails faded, and his golden vertical pupils quickly turned into a light ice blue.

He took a few steps forward, the clothes on his body changed into a common white lab coat, the golden halo disappeared behind him, and Lotkea stood in his laboratory, withdrawing the hallucination magic.

He checked himself first

The laboratory - quite clean, it seems that no one has come in, the instruments are neatly arranged, and the materials on them have not been moved at all.Although this point is a bit suspicious, he clearly said that he was obsessed with research, but he did not use experimental materials.

Fortunately, the technology assembled by Wayne Technology is advanced enough, and the computer is enough to complete most of the simulations. As long as the simulation has been unsuccessful, there is no need to bother explaining why his laboratory did not produce garbage and waste.

After thinking about these rhetoric, Lotkea sat on a chair and started to check the news he missed on his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, Lotkea: "..."

Lotkea: "..."

He remembered that the last time he called Bruce, the reply was "Everything is fine in Gotham."

Lotkea looked at the news again.

Lotkea: "..."

It's all right? ? ? ! ,,