I'm the villain in Gotham

The Batmobile gallops through Gotham at night. After a period of deterrence against criminals, even though most Gotham people still think that Batman is an urban legend, the criminals have gradually dared not act as boldly as before.When they saw a black shadow, they had to wonder if there might be a bat monster emerging from a certain corner.

However, the crime rate remains high. Batman is also thinking about the reasons for this situation while strengthening his night defense.

He jumped down from the roof with a bat hook, kicked and broke the criminal's leg bone, and watched a couple who were about to be robbed run away screaming in horror, and then punched the remaining couple with bat darts. All the criminals were knocked down.

He took out a special rope from his universal belt, and tied several crooked criminals who were beaten up and screaming in pain.While sending the location to Gordon, he pressed the communicator next to his ear: "What's the matter?"

"I have sorted out the information about all the experimenters in the research institute for you, young master." Alfred said, "And excuse me, old housekeeper, you seem to have something to do tonight?"

Batman glanced at the time: "After the night watch time, I will go to New York."

"It seems that you haven't forgotten, so I can rest assured." After finishing speaking, Alfred paused subtly: "It sounds like you are not in a good mood today?"

Batman turned his head and glanced at the loudest criminal, walked over and punched him to shut up, and said without changing his face, "No."

Alfred: "..."

Alfred said: "I can understand your worry for Master Lotkea, and I sincerely hope that you don't bring this emotion to New York. After all—" He paused for a moment: "According to the last experience It seems likely that the Doctor will not let you through the gates of the Holy of Holies."

Batman: "..."

Batman: "I will."

He took out the bat hook gun, and the rapidly retracting rope led him to the roof quickly, and Alfred continued in the headset: "And even if you enter the door of the sanctuary, would Mr. Erberist want to see you?" You are also an unknown."

Batman remembered Erberist's preferential treatment for Lotkea, and sighed: "He should." Then he returned to his usual expression: "I know what you want to say, Fu." He paused After a pause, he pursed his lips unconsciously, and his voice lowered: "—I will apologize to him, this is what I owe him."

Alfred finally said nothing, Batman cut off the communication, and suddenly heard gunshots and screams from a dark alley not far away.

……

As usual, Urberister followed behind Batman secretly, and carefully kept a distance that would not be noticed by him, but would allow him to quickly detect and rush to him when he was in danger.

At this time, he heard gunshots and screams not far away.

Erberister was standing on the roof of a building at the moment, and his far-superhuman vision allowed him to easily see what was happening there.

This matter is not uncommon in Gotham, and Erberist will usually help out a little without a trace, and then wait for Batman to solve it-after all, in terms of his current status, saving people is a matter of life. Not suitable.

But this time it was too late, the distance between Batman and this side was not too close, and the opponent's firepower was very fierce. If Erberist didn't do it again, those two unlucky guys would probably be beaten into a sieve.This scene seems to be black and white, or seeking revenge or something, but anyway, Batman must have heard the movement here. If he saw two corpses, even though they were not innocent, he would definitely not feel good.

Erberist sighed, and flicked his fingers in the air, the soles of the two people who were beaten slipped, and they fell to the ground immediately.The bullets slashed past their scalps, and all hit the wall behind them, punching a hole.

The two of them didn't understand what was going on, the side holding the gun thought they were lucky to dodge in time, and immediately raised the gun, ready to shoot another round.At this time, a black shadow flashed across the wall, and the guns in the hands of several people instantly turned into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, with parts scattered all over the floor.

Several people:"……"

After a moment of silence, several people started crying and howling:

"It's a bat, it's a bat!"

"Look at that shadow, it's definitely him!"

"—run away!!!"

In just a few seconds, everyone in the dark alley, including the two who were almost killed, all ran away without a trace.

Erberist: "..."

Although his original intention was indeed like this, the effect is too good...

He waved his hand to shatter the shadow cast by the magic, and turned his head to see where Batman was now, so he could avoid him quickly.

As soon as he turned around, he was startled by the dark shadow behind him.

Batman was hiding in the shadows under the eaves of the attic, with a long cloak hanging down to his feet, and the white goggles turned on the night vision mode, shining slightly in the dark night, watching him quietly at this moment.

Erberister subconsciously wanted to stay away from him, and Batman noticed just as his finger made a movement to teleport: "Wait a minute."

Batman immediately took a step forward: "Uberrist, I have something to tell you."

Erberist struggled to restrain his instincts, stared at Batman closely, and managed not to behave abnormally: "What's the matter?"

Batman was silent for a moment: "I see, you are Night Crow."

Erberister had already heard about it from Doctor Strange, so he didn't find it strange. He nodded slightly and stared at him without saying a word.

Batman glanced at the dark alley where the shootout happened not far away: "You saved them."

Erberist's tone was flat, with no ups and downs: "It's easy to do."

Batman said: "I misunderstood you." He stood silently on the spot, seemingly unchanged on the surface, but in fact his shoulders and back were tense: "If you need some help, just ask, I will try my best Help you do it."

Erberister seemed to frowned, and said: "No need." After finishing speaking, he seemed to think that this was too cold, and added: "Thank you."

Indeed, for this sake, for Batman in the previous timeline, it is already a rare gesture of goodwill.Oberist had no intention of embarrassing him, but hoped that he could finish speaking quickly and then disappear from his presence immediately.

At this time, Batman seemed to have made up his mind, clenched his knuckles tightly, and said with difficulty: "I... I am very sorry that I hurt you." His voice was low, quite tense and heavy: "I don't deny my Wrong, and I don’t want to justify anything, but, I want to say—I don’t want to ask you to forgive me—I just want to say..." He closed his eyes, and finally finished what he wanted to say: "I need to thank you , everything that has been done to Gotham over the years."

Erberist's body was completely stiff, he felt a little suffocated, although technically speaking he didn't need to breathe, but——

He seemed to be strangled by something, or his heart was tightly squeezed, he couldn't breathe, and his blood couldn't flow.

But at the same time, he still has control over his body.He was so tense that he was about to tremble, but his tone and posture seemed to be the same as usual.

Therefore, Batman didn't notice his abnormality, but felt that Erberist was silent for a moment after listening to his confession, and then nodded. The original cold voice was slightly gentler, and said, "You're welcome."

Batman heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't think about getting Erberist to forgive him, but if he could give Erberist a little comfort, he already felt that his first step was successful.

As for Batman's own shame and remorse?That was his own fault, and it wouldn't get better because of Erberist's forgiveness.

After the apology, Batman started another question that made him hard to say: "I-here are some special medicines, which are very useful for treating trauma."

Knowing he was asking about his wounds, Erberist said, "Thanks, but I don't need them now."

"And those tentacles?"

"It's just a small problem."

It sounded okay, Batman finally let go of his constant worries.Think about it too, if Erberist was still seriously injured, Doctor Strange probably wouldn't let him drag such a body back to Gotham.

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any questions to ask, Erberist turned sideways slightly, nodded slightly to Batman, and said politely, "Since it's all right, then I'll leave."

"Wait." Batman stopped him: "I also want to ask you about Lotkea."

Erberist froze for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Batman, a nerve that had been tense in his mind suddenly loosened, and his originally stiff body slowly relaxed, and he even felt a sense of lightness that suddenly dawned on him.

He thought in relief: "Ah, it really is."

Without waiting for Batman to speak again, Erberist said first: "I know what happened at the Wayne Institute today." He has even recovered the polite, yet elegant and arrogant Batman is very familiar with attitude: "I also know who you are, young master."

He noticed Batman's vigilant attitude for a moment, but he didn't care: "The same, I also understand, that dagger..." He paused, and smiled faintly: "I know why it Will be in your hand, and don't mind if you keep holding it."

"...Why?" Batman couldn't understand his thoughts, he frowned, and almost subconsciously wrote the words "disbelief" on his face.

Although it was only for a short moment, Erberister still noticed it. He smiled slightly, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Because it's his choice, and I don't want to interfere."

Batman's frown deepened: "Why?"

If he originally thought that Erberist's attitude towards Lotkea was very unusual, now it seems that it is simply wrong.How insane does one have to be to put one's weaknesses into the hands of another, and rejoice at his free will?

Erberister didn't answer. He glanced at Batman and said with a smile: "I know you think he doesn't like me, it's okay, you don't like me anyway, no one likes me." He said gently and softly: "I don't care about that anymore."

He knows what he likes, he knows all the preferences and preferences of his master, and he knows that he likes people like Lotkea.

Therefore, Erberist's performance is pretty and wonderful.

So he also clearly knew that the only thing Bruce liked was Lotkea.