I'm the villain in Gotham

Erberist appears directly next to the Batcomputer.

Due to the recent events in Gotham, Batman has been in the Batcave lately, so much so that he often needs someone to bring him something to eat.Normally, this was done by the old butler, but he seemed to be intentionally narrowing the distance between Erberist and Batman, and handed over the dinner to him.

Erberist was more than happy.

If it weren't for Batman's explicit prohibition, he would be more than happy to be by his side anytime, anywhere, and do everything he needs for him.He is obsessed with the contact with his master, delighted by the temperature and smell of his body.An affirmative look from Batman can satisfy him, and the smile on his lips is the best medal and reward.

Batman had been stingy about giving them before, and he figured it was because of their unfriendly first meeting, and his hard-nosed contracts against his wishes; but now, things seemed to be looking up.

Erberist thought with anticipation that maybe it won't be long before their relationship can go further—he will agree to take him on the night watch.Then he can have more.

But all these delusions were shattered the moment he came to the Batcave.

The screen of the bat computer is divided into several sections, which record and analyze his position and mana values ​​on his body. Others are pictures and investigation reports of victims who died not long ago.Next to it is a scoreboard, full of Batman's analysis and suspicions, as well as some plans.

Erberist looked at the picture in the lower right corner and was stunned in place.

Even if Batman switches the screen in the next second, his extremely strong reading speed and memory ability can record everything on the entire screen for him.

... He explained, he said that the man's death had nothing to do with him, and Batman said he believed it.

He also apologized to him for it.

... Then why is he still doubting me?

Erberist's lips trembled a little. He tried not to crush the tray in his hand, put it on the table beside him, looked at Batman and said, "...why?"

Batman didn't answer his question, he frowned, his voice was low, full of suppressed displeasure and slight anger: "I said, you can no longer use magic without my consent."

"Yes, I did something wrong, and you can punish me for it." Oberister looked straight into his eyes: "But you said before that you believed in me, why—" He couldn't bear it anymore, and took a step across the space Came to Batman and asked, "Why are you still doubting me?!"

Seeing him suddenly appear in front of him, Batman's steel-blue pupils constricted for a while, and the next moment, Erberist felt a sense of depression and suffocation.He lowered his head and saw that Batman was holding a pitch-black dagger in his hand, with the tip pointing obliquely at the floor, but ready for a quick and tricky blow at any time.

Erberist looked up at Batman in disbelief.And his master was expressionless, looking at him with resistance and vigilance in his eyes.

Under this double pressure, Erberist took a step back unbearably, his golden pupils dilated, and whispered: "...you never believed me, did you?"

Batman didn't speak.

"Humans..." Erberist's voice trembled slightly: "Are all human beings like this?"

Batman remained silent.

But Erberist read his answer from his silence, and said softly: "So your saying thank me is also false."

Batman finally spoke, and he said, "Yes."

Eberister's golden irises are like molten gold water, with a clear water color.His lips turned white, he glanced at Batman, turned his head and strode away.

He walked for a long time, and his surroundings turned into darkness, only a small circle around him was still lit.Like a dog abandoned by its owner, he fell into the water, was picked up and thrown under the spotlight, and all the shivering and embarrassing conditions were clearly visible.

At this time, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

Batman looked at him blankly, his face was much younger than the one before, and Erberist could easily identify him: "...Bruce?" He asked blankly, "Master? Why did you— —”

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. Batman pressed his body, inserted the dagger in, twisted it around, and smashed his heart.

Blood gushed up from his throat in an instant, flowed down the corner of his mouth, and fell on Batman's finger holding the dagger.The temperature didn't arouse any pity from him, Batman pulled the dagger out of him without hesitation, and let him go.

Without external support, Erberister fell to the ground immediately.Warm blood came out of him, but he felt cold all over.

He was lying on his side, with only Batman's black boots visible.Then the pair of boots twirled lightly in front of him, and the cloak behind him swept across the ground in front of his finger, and turned away without hesitation, walking further and further away.

Erberist wanted to call him back, but the blood choked his throat, and he couldn't make a sound, couldn't speak, and could only watch Batman walk farther and farther in front of him, and finally disappeared completely in his in sight.

He was left alone.

Erberist opened his eyes.

As expected, the tentacles protruded from his body again, wrapping around his neck and waist.Erberist reached out and cut them off one by one, watching the puffs of black mist disappear into the air.

Only then did he notice that the sharp black nails on his fingers had protruded from his sleep. He closed his golden eyes, and slowly retracted the horns that protruded from his forehead.

It was not an easy dream tonight.Lotkea closed his eyes again, thinking wearily.He is still weak in his hands and feet, unable to completely escape from the dream scene.The tentacles seemed to be getting smarter, and he sealed them harder, making it harder for them to come out.So they had no choice but to trigger his buried deep memories that he didn't want to recall, combined with illusions, aroused his strong negative emotions, and increased his power.

After getting rid of these lingering tentacles, Lotkea temporarily had no strength to move anymore. He maintained his original state and panted for a while on the bed.

The knock on the door rang at this moment: "Lotkea?" Bruce asked worriedly while knocking on the door: "Are you awake? It's already noon."

Lotkea had no choice but to get up from the bed, ready to open the door for him: "Wait, I—"

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Lotkea's voice, but before he let go of the knock on the door, he heard a muffled sound from the bedroom.The expression on Bruce's face suddenly sank, and he pushed the door open.

Lotkea was holding on to the bed next to her, trying to prop herself up from the ground.He overestimated his current state. He didn't expect that he would be unable to stand on the next bed. Fortunately, the carpet was still thick, so he didn't feel any pain at all, but it was a bit embarrassing.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately said, "I'm fine, I—"

Bruce had already come to him, leaned over and wanted him to hug him, his voice lowered unconsciously: "You don't look well, I—"

Originally, a wave of tentacles had just been wiped out, and it wasn't a big problem to get close to Bruce at this time, but when he heard the sound of approaching Batman, Lotkea shook his hand and immediately pushed him reflexively.

Suddenly, there was another muffled sound in the bedroom.

This time it was Bruce sitting on the rug, very dazed.

He thought he was well-trained. Although it was true that he didn't stand firmly just now, logically speaking, he shouldn't be pushed down by someone.Of course, more importantly——

Why did Lotkea push him? ? ?

Seeing Bruce's eyes with question marks, Lotkea felt a little guilty: "Sorry, Bruce... are you okay?"

"It's nothing." Bruce stood up, pulled Lotkea up from the ground by the way, and helped him onto the bed: "You don't look well." He temporarily put aside his doubts, and hesitated worriedly: " You...were sweating a lot."

His hair was slightly damp, and drooped weakly. Bruce reached out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened out the messy ends of his hair, and frowned involuntarily.

Not only that, but his face looked a little pale, his lips were pale, and there was a touch of red at the end of his eyes, as if he had just been bullied.Looking down from his angle, Lotkea's half-drooped eyelashes were unbelievably long, and when he blinked, he trembled slightly, which made Bruce's heart beat irregularly.

...blame those damn tentacles.Lotkea thought absently, and suddenly found that Bruce's warm palm had moved from his forehead to his cheek, and the ball of his thumb was gently rubbing the corners of his eyes.

The faces of the two people were already very close without knowing it, so close that they could clearly hear each other's breathing.Bruce looked at him very intently, his steel-blue pupils were like a deep night, and like brilliant and introverted sapphires, with a little emotion that Lotkea couldn't understand, which was very real.

Lotkea trembled all over, and immediately shrank back a bit. Bruce was taken aback, and quickly retracted his hand.

"I just had a bad dream," Lotkea explained, trusting Bruce to pick up on his other meaning.

Sure enough, when Bruce thought of his psychological problems, the charming thoughts just now disappeared immediately, he frowned, and asked with concern: "Then how do you feel now, do you need to rest for a while, or should we call a doctor?"

Hell, he thought, he should have asked Erberist more about this last night, even if it was a side note.Just now Lotkea suddenly pushed himself away, was it also because he was still indulging in the nightmare, and I just accidentally touched a certain switch?what did I do?The sound? It seems that the sound is not the same as usual...

With these thoughts in his mind, the expression on his face didn't show at all, and he looked very normal: "Then can you stand up now, can you walk?"

"Of course," Lotkea said a little amusedly, "my leg is not broken."

Bruce still didn't seem at ease, but he still reluctantly believed his words: "Then I'll wait for you outside, pack up and we'll go downstairs for dinner."

Lotkea nodded, and said kindly: "Okay."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Alfred had already prepared lunch and put it in front of them one by one.

Thinking of the plan discussed with Tony last night, Bruce coughed lightly and said, "Tony went back very late last night. I hope he is in good spirits and can catch up with the joint meeting with Wayne Enterprises in the afternoon."

After receiving his hint, the old butler raised his eyebrows: "Oh, speaking of this," he turned on the TV projection on the dining table, and the old man said, "I don't think Mr. Stark is well right now."

In the picture, Iron Man is fighting a man made of energy, and the shells are lasing at the enemy covered in electric light, but it seems to have little effect.The surrounding area seemed to be under martial law, except for the New York police outside the cordon and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had entered the battlefield, no other humans could be seen.

The voice of the female reporter came from the screen: "We still don't know where this enemy came from, but it is foreseeable that this super villain has brought a lot of damage to New York, and Stark Tower is the first to bear the brunt. and nearby…”

Coincidentally, the scene disappears under Iron Man's extremely tricky and coquettish sharp turn, revealing the half-destroyed Stark Tower in the background, so it looks dilapidated.

Bruce, who originally agreed with Tony to send Lotkaia to Stark Tower in New York for a few days: "..."

Bruce: "..."

He couldn't hold back, and bent the fork in his hand with his fingers.

How did you lose the chain at a critical moment! ! !