I'm the villain in Gotham

After realizing that the old butler came down, Bruce didn't look back, and asked, "How is Lotkea?"

"I have a fever, I've dealt with it, Master." Alfred replied, "You seem a little troubled?"

Bruce didn't speak for a while, he turned his back to Alfred, not letting the old butler see the rare blank look on his face: "...Maybe." Finally he said slowly.

In fact, there are too many things that can be called doubts.

If, as Erberist said, Lotkea's stress reaction the night before was due to seeing Batman—a dark guy who loathes and fears being touched by him, then today, he is clearly in a In a state of lethargy, where do those resistances come from?

Besides, Bruce thought, it wasn't the first time this kind of resistance happened, it was just that time Lotkea was awake and covered up his anomaly, and he—damn, he really didn't get to the bottom.

He is used to Lotkea's silent watch and company behind him, and he has been immersed in the work in front of him and the crisis facing Gotham, thinking that Lotkea's tolerance and gentleness are taken for granted and will never change.

But nothing is constant.

Through today's incident, he suddenly realized that the relationship between Lotkea and him seemed... different from before.It's not that Lotkea doesn't care about him any more, it's just that since the separation a while ago, when he returned to Wayne Manor, Lotkea always treated him with a faint alienation.He carefully avoided contact with him, and kept the distance between the two of them calmly. His approach was often politely and silently rejected, but the expression on Lotkea's face was so natural that Bruce thought it was I worry about gains and losses caused by a crush relationship.

And all these changes came from the moment when Lotkea returned to Wayne Manor after studying in the institute for more than a month.

Bruce couldn't help but get a headache when he thought of the Batman that might exist in the institute-or the undercover agent sent by Bruce Wayne's enemies.He didn't pay attention to it before, but now, Bruce felt that he still had to find out what Lotkaia had done in the institute for more than a month and who he had contacted.

Before that, though, he had other questions to answer: "Why is he sick?"

Alfred said: "I'm not sure, but if you consider that Master Lotkea has been very busy these days, working hard, living an irregular life, and being frightened the day before yesterday, it seems that having a fever is not too much. Strange thing. After all," he spread his hands, "not everyone's nerves are as tough as yours, sir."

Bruce frowned, reluctantly agreeing to the answer.He was in no mood to sleep, and simply buried himself in his work again.

After discovering Lotkea's problem, there was one more thing to investigate.Now he not only has to take care of the upcoming mayoral election, Harvey Dent's mental problems, but also carefully look for clues about his unknown enemy, and also has to investigate the possible troubles that Lotkea may encounter. He can't wait to be alone When it is used by four people, how can there be time to sleep?

Seeing that he quickly entered the working state, Alfred sighed, shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to turn around and prepare coffee for him.

……

It was almost dusk when Lotkea woke up, the curtains were half-opened, and the rare yellow sunlight in Gotham shone in from the window, falling on his thick and fluffy quilt, casting an oil painting-like color and shadow.

Lotkea sat up, feeling dizzy.He clutched his forehead and got used to it for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Obviously he overestimated his current physical fitness, and fell asleep for so long—how could he explain his sudden weakness?Will Bruce and Alfred believe it?Lotkea was thinking worriedly, stood up on the bed, and staggered forward.Those feelings of weakness and pain obviously cannot be made up for by a single sleep, Lotkea tried to stand up straight so as not to be discovered by the other two people in the manor.

He opened the door and walked down two steps, leaning on the handrail of the stairs.Alfred, who heard the footsteps, came in a hurry, frowned when he saw him, and whispered to himself: "...God." He quickly came to Lotkea and held him , pulled him upstairs, and at the same time said disapprovingly: "I hope you can realize that you are a patient with a high fever, Master Lotkea, our house is not on fire, if you need anything, just ring the bell Can."

...It seems that they don't need to explain themselves, they have already found a reason.Lotkea breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he was still not at ease: "Good evening, Ah Fu." With a gentle face, he tentatively asked: "Did I miss anything today?"

"If I have to say something, then only dinner." After pushing him onto the soft chair, the old butler returned to his usual style, straightened his back, and said gently: "Of course, it's not really a meal." Miss it, because dinner is just ready. Please wait a moment, and I will bring the plate to your room."

Lotkea thanked him and watched him leave the bedroom.After a while, footsteps came from far and near again. Bruce appeared at the door and knocked politely on the door of the room.After meeting Lotkea's surprised eyes, Bruce smiled at him and walked in with food.

He put the dinner plate on the small round table in front of Lotkea: "Well, I hope you don't mind having these for dinner tonight," Bruce explained for the clear soup: "Afu said that eating more vegetables helps healthy."

"He's right," Lotkea said, "It's okay, I won't mind." He forked up a piece of lettuce, and seeing that Bruce had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but look at him suspiciously.

Bruce took a few steps back after putting the dinner in front of Lotkea, but now he walked over again, and when he noticed Lotkea's tense back for a moment, his eyes darkened indistinctly, and he turned around Moved away from him again, as if he was just pacing back and forth: "I...I'm sorry, Lotkea," he looked down, looking embarrassed and a little guilty: "I shouldn't force you to fuck you don't Like to do it. Don't worry, I made a deal with Tony, you don't have to go to New York anymore."

This was what they discussed last night. Lotkaia was not surprised by Bruce's decision, but he still pretended to be surprised: "Really? Thank you."

"No, don't say thank you." Bruce said, "This is my fault. I should think about it."

Lotkea accepted his apology naturally, and Bruce expressed his pleasure, and asked Lotkea to take his plate away after he finished eating, so that he could rest directly without being disturbed a second time .

Lotkea had no problem with this, although it was not a very relaxing thing to be stared at by Bruce for eating, but he didn't seem to come over to help.Lotkea felt relieved and finished the bowl of vegetable salad in front of him.

Bruce glanced at the corner of his lips involuntarily.

Lotkea also realized something, stretched out his index finger, and wiped off a little milky white sauce from the corner of his mouth with his round fingertip.There was a tissue behind him, so Bruce came over to help, Lotkaya simply licked it off, lowered his head and brought the bowl of soup next to him to him.

Bruce's forward body froze for a moment, his eyes wandered around Lotkea's lips and slender fingers for a while, and finally retracted when Lotkea looked up.

The two finished the meal as if nothing had happened, and Bruce reminded him to remember to take the medicine, and left Lotkea's bedroom with the dinner plate.

After closing the door of the room, Bruce's relaxed expression turned serious.

He confirmed his inference that Lotkea was indeed resisting his approach for some reason, and he would truly relax only after he stayed away from him for a certain distance.At the same time, another hypothesis is self-defeating. Bruce guessed that Lotkea may have realized his feelings for him, and then consciously stayed away, but if this is the case, Lotkea would not do that in front of him. Actions.

He couldn't help but think of his fleeting scarlet tongue again, the milky white sauce dripped on his tongue, he licked and sucked his fingertips, leaving a trail of water that dried up in a moment.

Bruce groaned in annoyance, pushing the fantasy out of his head.

——If Lotkea really found out about Bruce's feelings, and he didn't like to see it develop, he couldn't be so defenseless in front of Bruce, even if he didn't realize it, his actions were really ...God.

Lotkea didn't expect Bruce to infer anything after just a short meal. He just thought that since he was fooled by his illness, the night watch could still continue at night, but he had to be careful , Don't let Batman see Erberist's abnormality.

To be honest, those antipyretics didn't work for him. Lotkea crushed the pills and let the powder float away through the window.

He rubbed his fingers, planning to lie on the bed for a while longer until Batman went out on his night patrol.Of course, if he accidentally fell asleep, he would remember to set the bell.

The night fell quickly, and Bruce had already put on his uniform in the Batcave, and was checking the organs and the equipment and supplies in the universal belt.

Alfred asked: "It seems that you went out a little earlier than usual today?"

Batman tied the belt to his waist, fastened the hidden buckle, and strode towards the Batmobile: "Because there is a lot of work today, Fu."

Alfred said: "Then can I expect you to come back early today?"

He was answered by the galloping Batmobile and the roar that quickly went away.

The old butler sighed, resigned himself to his fate and stood in front of the bat computer, and said to himself, "...but there is always hope, isn't it?"

It was still early, before the criminals appeared frequently at night, Batman beat up some unlucky gangsters who happened to meet on the road, and came to Wayne Lab.

At this time, most of the researchers had already left work. He passed the security guards on duty in the lobby with ease, blocked the indoor cameras with his arm armor, and came all the way to Lotkea's private laboratory.

It stands to reason that only Lotkea himself is eligible to enter this laboratory, but this does not bother him.

Batman studied the combination lock next to the laboratory for a while, and quickly deduced the password based on the degree of use on the keys, and rubbed the fingerprints on them for the next step of fingerprint identification.

To Batman's surprise, the digital password set by Lotkea turned out to be his own birthday.

A strange emotion surged up from the bottom of his heart, washing his heart.But before Batman could think any more, the door of the laboratory opened, and Batman immediately walked in.

The whole laboratory looked very clean and tidy, it didn't seem like anyone had been here before.In view of the fact that Lotkea has been helping several other experimental groups to develop alien technology recently, and there is very little time to return to this laboratory, the current situation can barely be justified.

Batman turned on Lotkea's computer, intending to copy the monitoring information first, so as to observe what happened in that month or so.But the result disappointed him—it seemed that Lotkea didn't have the habit of turning on the camera, and the camera in his laboratory seemed like a decoration.

PlanA fails, and Batman opens a few files instead, and takes a quick look at them.They don't seem to be anything special, just some team members' reports and scattered arrangements.Given that there may be a lot of potentially useful information in it, Batman took out a bat-shaped information reader from his universal belt and copied all the files in the computer.

On the way to copy, Batman did another quick search of the entire lab.Just like his first impression, all kinds of items in this laboratory are arranged in an orderly manner, and the documents are neatly coded. While highlighting the rigor, it also makes people feel that it lacks a little vitality.

Batman took out some files and flipped through them. They seemed to be some experimental records. He looked at the time, about half a year ago.It was about aerospace materials and protective coatings, which Lotkea had discussed with him at the time.

At this moment, Batman flicked the recording hand for a moment.

Something's not quite right, he thought.

He pulled out all those documents and found the latest one. The time recorded on it was only more than three months ago, no matter how recent it was.But this obviously didn't match up with Lotkea's time.

He stayed in the laboratory for more than a month, what exactly did he study?

In his memory, it seems that Lotkea did not talk about his research results after returning, only saying that he was unsuccessful.But in any case, he should have some research records left.

Batman frowned unconsciously.

He flipped through the file again to make sure he didn't miss anything.At this time, the computer prompts that the information has been entered, and Batman immediately opens the folder of the experiment records to search for the information of more than a month.

But no, the record is blank.