I'm the villain in Gotham

Lotkea didn't notice the small movements of Bruce's hands. He watched the Iron Man on TV who was constantly exchanging fire with the villains, and was a little worried about his safety.

After all, whether it is Bruce or Tony, they are still novices as superheroes. They are young and inexperienced, and they are easy to be led away.Just like now, Lotkea felt that the opponent was preparing a very powerful attack, but Iron Man didn't rush to interrupt him, but opened his mouth on the spot.

Lotkea sighed.

Bruce was calmly straightening the fork that was bent by himself, when he heard his sigh, he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Lotkea looked at the TV and said, "It's nothing, I just thought Tony was going to get spanked."

Sure enough, before Lotkea could finish speaking, Iron Man was sent flying by the enemy's energy attack, smashing a large part of the outer wall of Stark Tower.

Lotkea: "..."

That's good, at least it's a self-owned business, so you can lose less money.

From the very beginning, Bruce noticed Iron Man's enemy this time, laser man Arthur Max.Iron Man had dealt with this person before, even if the opponent's attack mode was innovative, he was no match for Stark's upgrade of his weapon, so Bruce was not worried.He put a piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "As long as he uses a weapon designed for photon energy, it's fine." After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that Lotkeya would think too much, he added a sentence: " I think."

Lotkea glanced at him, but was no longer worried.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Iron Man used the device in the Stark Tower to solve his enemies. The laser man was taken into custody by the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. interviews with citizens.

"By the way, Bruce," Lotkea remembered what he said before watching TV: "You said that there was a joint meeting between Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries this afternoon?"

"Oh, this," Bruce said, "Yes. After Tony came yesterday, we had some discussions on the development and expansion of alien technology, hoping to further deepen some exchanges between the two parties." After finishing speaking, he looked at Lotke A: "I think this is a rare opportunity, and Tony also said yesterday that he hasn't seen you for a long time, I want you to go to New York."

Thinking of the dilapidated look of the Stark Tower, Bruce had to add: "...it might be Los Angeles now."

Lotkea paused and asked, "Only me?"

"Maybe, we haven't negotiated yet." Bruce said vaguely, remembering the suspicious personnel in the research institute that hadn't been checked yet.

Lotkea frowned and said, "But the experiments in the institute are just on the right track, and there are still many problems waiting for me to solve. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk away."

"Hey, take it easy, Lotkea," Bruce said. "You have to give our researchers a little more trust. The people Lucius hires are real."

"...What if I don't want to go?"

"You won't go for too long, I promise." Bruce's voice was calm, but there was still an unquestionable meaning in his tone: "I need your help."

Lotkea nodded slightly without saying anything.He finished the rest of the plate in silence, greeted Bruce and Alfred, and left the restaurant.

Bruce watched his back disappear from sight, and asked Alfred hesitantly, "...Is he angry?"

The old butler said: "I thought that when you forcefully demand that others must do something, don't you think that human beings still have the emotion of anger, young master."

"I don't want to do this either, but Wayne Manor may not be safe anymore." Bruce's tone became heavy: "I can't ignore Lotkea's safety just because he's unhappy."

"That's why I didn't stop you, young master." Alfred sighed: "But to be honest, I think your method can be more tactful."

Lotkea wandered around the manor unconsciously, he was not angry, but felt that Bruce hadn't told him the truth.Last night, his abnormal behavior after coming into contact with Batman in the institute had already caught Bruce's attention, and he shouldn't let him leave Gotham at this time, unless Bruce had other ideas.

Reminiscent of what Batman said to Erberist last night, he thought the enemy already knew his identity, and Lotkea felt that Bruce might want to keep him out of danger.

Bruce meant well, provided he wasn't Erberist.Because he has to follow Batman on night patrol every night, the unfamiliar environment will increase his chances of exposure.Indeed, he still has a magic puppet that can cover him, but the use and maintenance of the puppet requires a lot of mana, which is not worth mentioning in normal times, but now he can't support it; besides, leaving Gotham The subsequent long-distance teleportation will increase the consumption of mana, which is also a big trouble for the current Erberist.

Since Lotkea's words are useless to Bruce, let's change his identity to make him change his mind.

Lotkea was thinking about his words, and unintentionally walked out of the villa and stepped onto the cobblestone path in the lush garden.

At this time, a sound of footsteps hurriedly came from behind, and then a coat was put on him.Lotkea turned his head and saw that Bruce had already walked beside him, and by the way, he gathered up his coat again.

Lotkea smiled: "Thanks, Bruce."

"It's nothing," Bruce walked forward with him, his eyes hesitated, and he said, "I, uh, I'm sorry."

Lotkea looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

"Because you seemed a little upset just now," Bruce said. "I mean, I really didn't ask you first, and I'm sorry."

Lotkea looked at him and tilted his head: "So you've changed your mind now?"

Bruce was at a loss for words: "...No."

Lotkea guessed that he would not, and shook his head amusedly: "Forget it, I'm not angry either."

A bunch of speeches that Bruce had just prepared were choked back by a single sentence.

He was silent for a while, and then said: "You know, if you are not happy, you can speak out." He seemed to have suddenly turned on a switch that had been silent for a long time, and said faster and faster: "In fact, you didn't even refuse By my request, from when I was a child to now, but I have grown up." Bruce walked around to Lotkea, looking directly into his ice blue eyes: "I know because when I was very young you Knowing me, so you have always tolerated me and accommodated me, but I am an adult now, Lotkea, you can no longer see me in the same way as before."

Lotkea seemed a little puzzled, but he still tried to explain: "Of course I know you are an adult, and I am not looking at you as a child."

"But you treat me differently than you treat other people," Bruce said. "Even Tony, you would argue with him about your point of view, but you never contradicted me even once. Like just now, you... ..." He frowned. "You disagree with me, but you don't even seriously disagree with me."

...mainly because it's useless to bring it up.Lotkea thought, of course, the most important thing is that, as Bruce said, he will not oppose all instructions of his master.

This time Lotkea was silent for a long time, and Bruce didn't speak, waiting for his answer.

Then he saw Lotkea sighing, looking up at him, with a helpless smile on his handsome face: "That's because, in my heart, you are different from others."

For a moment, Bruce's originally steady heartbeat suddenly became violent.

No, no, calm down, he said to himself, Lotkea must not mean what he thought, he tried.

...but maybe, why not listen?

Bruce controlled his expression to remain the same, but the tips of his ears began to turn red uncontrollably: "...what's the difference?"

Lotkea looked a bit tangled, hesitated for a while, and said, "Because I like you."

Bruce believed that the tips of his ears must have turned red at this moment, his throat was a little dry, and his voice lowered involuntarily: "Really?"

"Well, really." Lotkea's voice was gentle, his expression was gentle, and his eyes were full of seriousness when he looked at him: "Of all the people, I like you the most."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "..."

The temperature on his body returned to the normal level in an instant, and the shoulders that could not help but slumped because of the nervousness, the whole person looked like a drowned rat who had been defeated in a battle and was splashed with water: "...Oh."

Lotkea: "..."

Lotkea: "???"

He wondered incomprehensibly, would a normal person react like this after hearing such words?Shouldn't he be happy?

Meeting his eyes with question marks, Bruce straightened up, ordered himself to cheer up, and coughed lightly: "Is the person you like the most?"

"Of course," Lotkea gave him a strange look, and said as a matter of course, "Otherwise, who else would there be?"

It wasn't the answer Bruce wanted, but it was satisfying.

"Thank you, I'm very happy to hear you say that." While his mood improved a little, Bruce didn't forget his original question: "But this is not the answer I want, you are changing the subject, Lotkea .”

Lotkea was a little strange: "I didn't."

Bruce said: "Just because you like me doesn't mean you can agree to everything I ask."

oh this.Indeed, Lotkea thought, it seemed odd that humans generally don't do this.He thought for a while, and decided to reply him with Bruce's words: "Because you have grown up, I believe you can make the right judgment."

Bruce said, "Before..."

Lotkeya said confidently: "Because you were still young, I was accommodating you."

Bruce: "..."

Although there is nothing wrong with what he said, he believes that the truth is definitely not the case.

But since Lotkea intends to reply him in this way, it shows that he does not intend to tell him the reason easily. Bruce is concerned about the shadow in his heart that he doesn't know what's going on, and has doubts about whether to continue asking.

Before he could say anything else, Lotkea rubbed his exposed wrists and said, "Enough walking, shall we go back?"

The weather is indeed not too warm now, Bruce was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he could only suppress the unexplained regret first, and the two returned to the villa side by side.

As soon as he entered the door, there was an inconspicuous beeping sound from Bruce's body.He seemed to realize something, and smiled at Lotkea: "It seems that the company has something to ask me, you..."

Lotkea probably guessed what was going on with his "company affairs", and nodded understandingly: "I'm going upstairs to rest too."

Bruce nodded, turned and left in a hurry.

Lotkea watched him walk away, looked back, and found that Alfred was standing not far away, probably to prevent him from accidentally seeing Bruce going in and out of the Batcave.Just in time, Lotkea walked over to him and asked, "Ah Fu, I want to ask you a question, but can you not tell Bruce?"

Alfred raised his eyebrows: "Of course, Master Lotkea, what do you want to ask?"

Lotkea asked a little puzzled: "Just now I told Bruce that I like him, but he doesn't seem very happy, why?"

Alfred: "..."

Alfred: "..."

Without asking, he could guess what was going on.

The old housekeeper sighed, and the old god said, "Don't worry, Master Lotkea, this is just a boy's little thought."

Lotkea: "?"

That made him feel even weirder.

Until returning to the bedroom and lying on the bed, Lotkeya didn't understand what the boy's little thoughts were referring to.Even though he has lived in the human world for many years and claims to know his master very well, sometimes—

Sure enough, he still doesn't quite understand what human beings are thinking.

Lotkea stroked her hair in a bit of annoyance, and then covered herself with the quilt.When he was about to fall asleep, Lotkea suddenly remembered the dream he had in the morning.

Although Batman now knows that Erberist is the Night Crow, he should not be able to stab him again in the short term, but... the pain of the dagger piercing into the flesh and the despair after being abandoned in the dream still made him feel extremely painful .Moreover, Lotkea could hardly tell which of the two frightened him more.

Is he afraid of being killed by his master himself, or is he more afraid of being left alone?

The imagining of the dilemma is actually painful. Lotkeia didn't think for too long, and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Black hair was scattered on the pillow, and Lotkea's eyelashes fluttered slightly, thinking that if one day death really came, he would rather let his master do it himself.

But until then, hopefully he can have a moment of tenderness with him.