I'm the villain in Gotham

This time, Lotkea couldn't sleep well.

He had a lot of dreams, all of which were fragmented, piecemeal, and grotesquely integrated together to form a whole absurd dream.The tone in the dream was dark, even though he was born in the darkness without light, this feeling still made him feel depressed, and he didn't like it.

In fact, he hasn’t had a dream for a long time. After coming to this timeline, watching Bruce survive the most painful disaster in his life, growing up day by day and trusting the identity he pretended, he never dreamed again. dreamed.Of course, this also has something to do with him not sleeping much.

But today, Lotkea thought, the reason for his dream must be inseparable from the tentacles still hidden in his body, and, maybe also - he looked down at his chest - because the wound was too painful for the sake.

Not knowing how long he slept, Lotkea looked at the darkened sky outside the window.Although the weather has begun to warm up and the daily hours of light are getting longer, Gotham City is obviously different from other cities and cannot be judged by normal standards.

He was about to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, when the bedroom door was knocked lightly three times, and then Bruce's voice came from outside: "Lotkea?" There was a smile in his questioning voice: "Are you awake?" ?"

"Just woke up," Lotkea said, quickly reaching for the neatly folded clothes beside him. "Sorry, Bruce, wait for me—wait for me to change." Carefully pulled the wound, the voice slightly changed and paused.

But fortunately Bruce didn't hear it, he replied "Okay", and stood outside the door obediently waiting.

Five minutes later, Lotkiara opened the door and asked gently, "Sorry, how long have you been waiting?"

"No." Bruce smiled, and then he noticed that Lotkea's face was a little pale, and he couldn't help asking worriedly: "Ah Fu told me that you don't look well, are you sick?"

Lotkea smiled and said, "No, I'm not sick."

"That's good." Bruce nodded, and asked again: "Are you lying to me, Lotkea?"

Lotkea was stunned: "What?"

Bruce thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated the question again: "I ask, do you want to go downstairs to the restaurant for dinner?"

Lotkea said blankly: "...Yes, I mean, of course."

"Okay." Bruce smiled: "I know you're lying to me

, aren't you tired of pretending to be someone else all the time, Erberist? "

Lotkea couldn't help taking a step back.

"Lotkea?" Bruce was about to turn around and go downstairs, but now he turned around and asked strangely, "Aren't you leaving?"

Then he found that Lotkea's face was very strange, as if he had turned pale all of a sudden, he immediately frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"I……"

Lotkea whispered a syllable, Bruce's expression changed again, and he asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Lotkea felt the sharp pain from the wound, and he could barely breathe.Bruce seemed to sense something was wrong with him, and immediately strode towards him.Lotkea had already realized what was causing the trouble, and used his last bit of strength to unscrew the doorknob next to him: "Sorry, wait a minute."

He closed the door, locked it, and knelt down on the carpet.

Lotkea moved too fast, and Bruce didn't have time to stop him, so he could only knock on the door outside: "Lotkea! Are you okay?!"

These voices reached Lotkea's ears, and they all became: "Why don't you die?"

Lotkea gasped for breath, a tentacle quietly protruded from his body, slowly approached the wound on his chest, and was grabbed.

The golden light in Lotkea's pupils flickered, and he shouted in a low voice, "Get out of here!"

In an instant, with the magic lines appearing on the hand, the tentacles turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air.

All around is clear.

Bruce's anxious voice appeared outside the door: "Lotkea, talk!"

Damn, Bruce thought, something must have happened to him the way he was just now, what the hell happened?For more than a month, due to various reasons and his confidence in the security of the institute, he has not paid much attention to Lotkeya's life. Has he experienced any bad things?

In just a few seconds, Bruce thought about many possible facts, and when he raised his foot to kick the door, the door suddenly opened by itself.

Lotkea leaned against the door frame, saw his movement, and raised his eyebrows: "Bruce, are you going to...kick the door?"

"Yeah, because I didn't hear you." Bruce frowned, glancing at his bedroom through Lotkea, and everything seemed normal.But he was still worried and wanted to pull his wrist: "If you feel uncomfortable, we will go to the hospital immediately."

But Lotkea turned sideways, avoiding his contact.

Bruce didn't expect him to dodge, and the outstretched hand suddenly

froze in place.

"You're overthinking, Bruce." Lotkea ignored Bruce's unbelievable eyes, and said with a relaxed look on the surface: "Let's go, let's go downstairs for dinner."

Bruce suppressed the complicated displeasure in his heart, turned his mind to Lotkea, frowned and said, "But you just now..."

"Oh, that," Lotkea said with a smile as if he had just realized it, "I'm sorry, my reaction was a bit loud just now, did it scare you?" He faced Bruce's frown, and continued Said: "It just occurred to me that polytetrafluoroethylene should be a very suitable material, but in addition, I also need the hardness of blue crystal." He said casually: "In the previous experiments, I have always ignored That’s why it hasn’t been successful.”

Bruce's expression was obviously not convinced: "So...you just went back and wrote a memo?"

"Not yet," Lotkea raised his phone: "You called me too urgently, I'll write now."

Bruce asked, "Then why did you lock the door?"

"To be honest, I didn't pay attention. It's probably a habit." Lotkea said, "You suspect something happened to me because of this?" He shook his head amusedly: "Don't think so much, let's go."

Bruce stared at Lotkea's body leaning against the door frame, and wanted to say something more: "But you..."

At this time, the voice of the old butler appeared next to them: "Two gentlemen." His eyes turned between Bruce and Lotkea: "No matter what secrets you have to talk about, the bedroom door seems to be nothing Good place?"

"It's no secret, Ah Fu." Lotkea said first.He glanced at Bruce, smiled, and walked past him to Alfred: "Are Thomas and Martha already waiting?"

"Yes." Alfred said, "With all due respect, sir, it is not a gentleman's job to keep your parents waiting too long."

Lotkea seemed to be acting normally, and Bruce masked his doubts and followed Alfred and Lotkea down the stairs.

The ensuing dinner went without a hitch, and Lotkea sat across from him to answer Thomas and Martha's inquiries about their recent life at the Institute.If there is a problem to be found out, it is that Lotkea ate a little less than usual, and said soon after the meal that he would go back to his room to rest.

"Don't worry anymore, Bruce." Lotkea seemed to notice his eyes, and said softly, "You

See, what just happened was just a misunderstanding. "

Bruce said, "But I still think you need a test..."

"No, I know very well, I just need to get some sleep." While speaking, Lotkaia had already walked to the door of the restaurant, and he didn't even give Bruce a chance to stand up, and nodded to several people in the restaurant again, and then left.

After returning to the bedroom, Lotkea turned over and locked the door, and was relieved.He swayed and held on to the wall next to him, so as not to let himself lie on the floor casually.

Although there is a carpet on it, Alfred also cleans it every day, but...he has been lying on the floor too much recently, and he doesn't really want to do it again.

He rested in place for a while, moving himself onto the bed.

It was to be expected that Bruce didn't quite get the hang of it.He was already very sharp, but now that he is Batman, his sharpness will only increase. It is quite good to be able to do this in an emergency.

And the tentacle, which he didn't take too seriously at first, now seems to have become a big trouble.He couldn't get too close to Bruce, the master's breath was supposed to intoxicate him, calm his physical desires and desires, and make him feel calm and peaceful; but now, it will only pull him into a place full of In the hallucinations of malice and despair, he was in pain and unable to extricate himself.

In order not to let Lotkea lose his horse in front of Bruce, he had to keep some distance from Bruce, not to mention physical contact.He was rather sorry for avoiding Bruce's hand earlier, but there was nothing he could do.

It's a pity that this situation cannot be changed until these tentacles are completely eliminated from him.

In fact, it's not bad when facing Bruce, he's afraid that when he sees Batman...

Lotkea sighed softly.

Just when he was having a headache and how to solve these problems as soon as possible, there was a light knock on the door of the room: "Lotkea." Bruce said outside the door: "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet, but I'm already lying down." Lotkea said, "Is there anything you want? If it's not important, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Let me ask you, uh, do you need to drink water?" After speaking, Bruce felt that his reason was quite lame.

In fact, he really just wanted to see him again.In addition to confirming that Lotkea was fine, it was also because... oh my god, they haven't seen each other for too long.

Bruce doesn't really want to - in fact, he's very reluctant to admit that he would

I feel uneasy because I haven't seen anyone for a long time.He likes to be in control of everything, but this is the only thing he can't control.

Especially after clarifying his feelings for Lotkea, even if Bruce was anxious and urgent about some important matter at the time, as long as he saw his face, he would feel a kind of stability that calmed down his body and mind, and turned to use Think more rationally about questions and come up with answers.

Bruce doesn't want to analyze it deeply, but it does give him a motivation to face difficulties and crises.It wasn't quite the same feeling that the Waynes and Alfred had given him, it was more intense and more... private.

But Bruce is now sure that Lotkea doesn't have the kind of affection he has for him, or else he should be like himself, can't help but need a face-to-face conversation, some physical contact, or something Do nothing, just look at him.Instead of being rejected like this now, every unintentional physical contact is rejected.

Standing in front of Lotkea's bedroom door, Bruce felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

After getting a negative answer from Lotkea, Bruce didn't say anything, he stood silently for a while, then turned and left.

Before it was time for the night watch, Bruce had already changed into a bat suit, but without the hood.He sat on the chair, his fingers bit by bit on the table.

Alfred passed by him and asked, "You seem a little disturbed?"

Bruce hesitated for a moment, and said, "I still think Lotkea is hiding something."

"Maybe it's because your understanding of the word concealment is different from that of ordinary people." Alfred said, "You have to know that there is a thing called 'privacy', master, everyone has something to hide."

"No, you don't know, Fu, at that time..." Bruce frowned, recalling the previous scene: "At that time, his expression didn't look like a sudden burst of inspiration, but rather... frightened."

Alfred raised his eyebrows: "What did you say to Master Lotkea?"

"No, I just asked him to eat, and the conversation was normal." Bruce said: "So I think he is hiding something."

"Perhaps," said Alfred, "then how would you like to confirm your idea?"

"...I don't plan to install a camera in his room. There is such a thing as privacy in the world. Don't look at me like that, Ah Fu." Bruce rubbed his eyebrows: "I will pay more attention to him."

"Hmm," Alfred said.

"I'm glad my usual persuasion has paid off," De said.

"If you call that persuasion." Bruce said, standing up from the chair and putting on the hood: "It's time to go."

Alfred watched the Batmobile go out of sight again.

……

Erberist quietly appeared on the roof of the tall building.

The view here is good, you can see the Batmobile driving all the way on the street, and finally turned into an unknown alley.

In fact, Erberist has always wondered how Bruce in this timeline fought criminals after he became Batman.In his impression, Bruce has neither systematically learned various gymnastics, nor can he use all kinds of gadgets invented by Batman in the previous timeline. The only thing that can come in handy may be the fighting skills taught by a fitness trainer .

But if you want to walk sideways in Gotham just by relying on this fighting skill, it will be quite difficult.Yes, Erberist still remembered that during the event of the Undead Lizard, the League of Assassins invaded Gotham, Bruce had to face an unknown ninja alone, and Deathstroke.Perhaps Deathstroke didn't take Bruce as a rich second generation seriously at the time, so he didn't take it seriously, but that ninja was a real killer trained by the League of Assassins.

He did have a certain amount of trust in Bruce's force value, but these were not enough, far from enough.Bruce had been Batman for a month, and he might have been lucky that nothing had happened to him, but Urberister wouldn't bet on how long his luck would last.The lesson of blood is still vivid in his mind, this time Eberrist must not let the tragedy happen again before his eyes.

He moved with Batman, keeping himself and Batman at a distance where he could see him but he couldn't notice himself.In this way, even if Batman is in danger, he will have time to rush to help.

But it didn't take long for Erberist to realize that things seemed to be not what he thought at all?

This Batman actually has a bat dart!He can also hook a gun with a bat!He's still pretty nimble jumping from building to building? !

Erberist had to follow Batman blankly while wondering why.

Even if it is a talent, this is too unreasonable!

Urberister followed Batman until the end of the night watch, not trying to figure out what was going on.He was originally here to provide security for Batman, but after looking at it one night, not only did he not need his help at all, but he also beat criminals.

It was quite easy at the time, and the criminals were beaten so badly...

Oberister looked at the weeping criminal, and nodded again: "???"

The author has something to say: Longlong: Good guy, this spicy chicken tentacle has made my master look like a genius. After a while, he asked me if I was okay, and after a while, he asked me why I wasn’t dead yet, what the hell? son this!

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