I'm the villain in Gotham

After completing the recent major incidents, Lotka Yasheng sat on the chair unlovely, and began to think painfully about the next action plan.

He found that he seemed to have missed a lot of important things... Or it was because he was not there that someone had the courage to make trouble so frequently?

He originally thought that the killing of Ferguson Harris was the biggest incident in Gotham recently, but he didn't expect that more problems would follow after he left.First, a group of criminals started a carnival, which soon turned into terror/attack, and then the mayor was assassinated, announced his withdrawal from the general election, and Batman appeared...

Lotkea could think of why Bruce would choose to be Batman.On the day when the news reported that the mayor was attacked, Bruce Wayne was also in the audience. After witnessing the tragedy of innocent people being injured and killed, Bruce could never remain indifferent.Lotkea thought, he deeply understands his master, that beautiful soul, even now that many histories have changed, as long as the core of his soul remains unchanged, he will never be able not to regard these as his responsibilities.

But in fact those are not his responsibility, they are mine, Lotkea pursed her lips reproachfully.

If he had been in Gotham, he would have prevented those things from happening, and Bruce wouldn't have had to face it all, and he wouldn't have had to force himself to take on responsibilities that weren't his.

But Erberist wasn't there, Nightcrow wasn't there, and Lotkea, who could provide Bruce with comfort... wasn't there either.

Once again he missed the most important turning point in his life.

Regardless of what had happened before, the truth was, he had failed to protect his Master...again.

Batman's blood-stained cloak appeared in front of his eyes, and hot red liquid splashed down the back of his hand.

The ice-blue eyes suddenly turned into golden-yellow vertical pupils. Lotkea suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the twisting tentacles next to his ears, and yanked it off!

The twisted living creature in his palm turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air with the force of his palm. The sharp look on Lotkea's face faded, and his pupils changed back.

This thing really wants to take advantage of loopholes from time to time, Lotkea thought, frowning.Although after a clearing and sealing, the impact it can bring can no longer be compared with that of the safe house, but this kind of unexpected harassment is indeed very troublesome.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a good solution now. This trouble, which can be removed with a wave of his hand, is extremely annoying at this time.now he can use

The power is limited, and there is not much left after being sealed by Doctor Strange once.Although the seal prevented the further deterioration of the wound, it also left him with little room for display, and he could hardly use anything other than innate magic.

Lotkea thought for a while, and added another layer of restrictions to himself, at least not allowing these tentacles to come out of his body casually, they are all entities, and ordinary people can see it, Lotkea I don't want to be regarded as something weird at all.

After solving a troublesome matter, Lotkea turned his mind to the mess of Gotham.

This series of terror/attacks is probably not as simple as it seems, nor is it "another carnival of Gotham criminals" as the media and officials say. Someone should be behind it. Irregular, but actually quite organized actions; at the same time, the attack on the mayor should also be a very important part of their plan.

Speaking of this, Erberist actually thought about creating a similar incident before. Of course, it was only aimed at Mayor Mitchell, and there was no need to put him to death.He has a lot of fans, and he has established a huge network of interests during his tenure in Gotham. If Harvey Dent is to be in the top position, it is the best way for Mayor Mitchell to withdraw himself.

But now someone else has done it for him, in a - pretty bloody and brutal way.

Even Erberist never thought of using the blood of so many innocent people to achieve his goal.This thing is very bad, and the person who manipulates it must be a lunatic who regards human life as nothing.

Lotkea believes that Gotham's underworld forces are intervening in this matter, but he is not sure who it is, but there are not many candidates who can gather so many people and arms. The only ones he can think of are Falcone, Maroni, or... Sabatino.

The first two are fine, but if it is the latter, there are too many things to dig into.

Although he didn't have frequent contact with Sabatino, it was the first time he hadn't appeared in such a long time. He probably guessed that he was no longer in Gotham.

But even though Lotkea has begun to doubt Sabatino, he can only be suspicious at present.Although he has the ability to directly manipulate and read the information of the human brain, it is obvious that he cannot do it now; direct questioning is also unworkable. It is foolproof, no flaws can be found.

To find out, he needs to investigate by himself.

Clarified the context of the matter

Yes, Lotkea rubbed his forehead, ready to leave the laboratory and return to Wayne Manor.He has stayed here long enough, even though scientists have been researching day and night, there are not many who can stay in the laboratory for more than a month without going home.

And look at the time, it is exactly noon now, maybe he can still have lunch made by Alfred when he goes back.

Lotkea supported the test bench and stood up, inevitably feeling a burst of pain on the way.He frowned, and changed his mind - forget it, it's better to go back to the room, finish the medicine and go to sleep, there are still things to do at night.Thinking of this, he took a few steps slowly and opened the door of the laboratory.

Then he bumped into the researcher who brought him lunch outside.

"Da, Professor Dak?" The other party looked a little flustered, looking around for a while, not daring to stare at him: "You, you came out? Uh, I mean, your research is finished?"

Lotkea frowned even tighter.

He knew this researcher, Elena Fergus, who had just been recruited into Wayne Technology this year and had been an intern in his experimental group.

... and handed him a love letter.

But she is no longer working in his group, not even in this area, why did Da Noon come here?And with a lunch box?

Looking at the lunch box in her hand, Lotkea couldn't help but have a bad guess.

No... The meals for more than a month have been sent by her, right?

Damn, should he know about this?If he "knows", it seems like a new misunderstanding.Think about it, he tacitly allowed this girl to give him lunch for more than a month, and there may be two meals left. Doesn't that mean that he agreed to her pursuit?

But he is so wronged, those meals are obviously eaten by magic, and have nothing to do with him!

Lotkea couldn't help having a headache.

Perhaps it was because he was silent for a long time, Elena's head drooped, and a researcher next to him couldn't stand it, and took the initiative to come over to smooth things over: "Hey, Elena, what are you doing in a daze, don't you have something to say to the professor?" ?"

Elena seemed to have not reacted yet: "Uh, I... I, that..."

The researcher was anxious, so he had to say for her: "Professor, Elena wants to tell you that she cooked the lunch you had before, I hope you like it."

Fortunately, it looks like he doesn't know about it yet.Lotkea breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and said, "Thank you."

Elena immediately looked up at him.

"Before I didn't know

I'm very sorry," said Lotkea, her voice became serious, "but I'll go to the staff cafeteria for dinner later, so I don't need to trouble you anymore, Miss Fergus. "

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly to the researchers next to him, bypassed them and left.

To be honest, he had rejected Elena many times before, and later she was not as enthusiastic as she was at the beginning, so he thought she had given up.Now it seems...he was thinking too much.

I hope this kind of decisive attitude can make Miss Fergus quit, and find a normal boyfriend, isn't he good?

Lotkea changed into civilian clothes, took the car keys out of his coat pocket, and found his car in the parking lot.

I haven't driven it for more than a month, and the car is covered in dust.Lotkea turned on the wipers and wiped two handfuls of glass, and was going back to let the automatic car wiper in the manor do the rest.

When Alfred saw Lotkea, he was surprised for a moment: "Master Lotkea, are you back?"

"Yes, I stayed in the laboratory for a long time this time, sorry." Lotkaya said warmly, and as he walked slowly into the manor, he asked casually, "Where is Bruce, has he gone to work?" ?”

"Yes, he's at... work," said Alfred, "but I think he'd like to see you too, and if you'd be willing to wait a while while you eat lunch, he'll be back from work to see you." gone."

"No need." Lotkea said, "Let him work. I'll go up and rest first. We can have dinner together."

"Okay." The old housekeeper nodded: "I will tell the young master about your return."

"Thank you, Ah Fu." Lotkea smiled, leaned on the handrail of the stairs, and walked upstairs slowly.

Alfred looked at him from below, and suddenly said, "You seem to be in a bad state of mind?"

Lotkea turned around: "Did you see it?" He smiled helplessly: "I do have some... It's not a good experience to stay in the laboratory for a long time, I will pay attention to it."

"Then please have a good rest." The old housekeeper believed his explanation, and smiled kindly, "I will explain to you, Master."

Lotkea nodded.

After watching him go upstairs, Alfred came to the living room and followed the entrance behind the wall clock to the Bat Cave at the bottom of the manor.

Batman is sitting in front of the Batcomputer, with dazzling data and data flashing on the screen.

The old butler came behind him: "Master Bruce."

Batman asked without looking back, "What's the matter, Fu?"

alf

Red said, "Master Lotkea is back."

"Huh...huh?!" After recovering, Batman immediately stood up and looked back at Alfred: "When?"

The old butler said in a spirited voice: "Just now, young master."

Batman let the bat computer continue to search automatically, took off his hood, and hurried forward: "I'm going to see him."

"But I said you were working in the company, and Master Lotkea went back to his room." The old housekeeper stood still: "He doesn't seem to be in good spirits and needs a good rest."

He deliberately put emphasis on the word rest.

Batman stopped as expected, and asked hesitantly, "Is he sick?"

"Looks like not, but I'm not sure," said Alfred. "Why don't you ask him yourself at dinner? Of course, if you want to do that, you'd better change your clothes before you take a bath. Take a break. To be honest, your complexion doesn't look much better than Master Lotkea's."

Indeed, Batman has not slept more than four hours for several days in a row, and last night he stayed up all night until now.

Batman said: "But I still have something to do." He frowned, turned his eyes to the Batcomputer again, and his tone sank: "I can't rest until I find out the person who controls everything behind the scenes. "

"Then you have to find a way to deal with Master Lotkea's inquiries during dinner time." Alfred said, "But I think you are used to this, and you have done a good job with the master and madam."

"Oh..." Batman covered his forehead: "I know what you mean, Fu, I think so too."

He felt that Thomas and Martha had already seen it—after all, to be honest, they lived together all the time, and it was difficult to completely hide anything.But they just didn't say anything, acquiesced to his lame reasons.

Alfred asked: "So, you also want to treat Master Lotkea like this? To be honest, I don't think his reaction will be the same as the master and madam."

"Yeah, you're right, Fu," Batman said. "I'm actually thinking about it. But let's give him some time, shall we?"

The old butler was noncommittal to this set of rhetoric.

After Batman finished speaking, he continued to turn around and was busy with his "work".But it seemed that he still listened to Alfred's words. After the investigation stalled again, Batman didn't choose to die again. He took off his battle suit and returned to the manor.

at sixteen

Bruce had moved out of the house he had lived in as a child when he was [-] years old, and now his room is separated from Lotkea's by a door.He stood in front of Lotkea's room for a while, wanting to meet him, after all, they hadn't seen each other for more than a month.

But in the end he held back.It sounds like Lotkea hasn't had an easy time these days, so it's better to let him rest now.

In the evening, he thought, his suppressed mood became cheerful.Today's work can be put aside for a while, even if they don't care about Batman, they must have a lot to talk about.

Just like before.

The author has something to say: You keep saying that you want Longlong, but you are not happy when Longlong comes out!

Damn, what a hard-to-satisfy little angel_(:з」∠)_

感谢在2020-11-2802:56:38~2020-11-3010:08:53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: reverse 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Yimilan; 20 bottles of Starr, Keshangmoto, Huaiyuan Weisu, and Upside Down; 12 bottles of Wanqiaoshu; 10 bottles of czy and Mengjia;

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