I'm the villain in Gotham

The man in front of him disappeared, and Batman threw himself on the uneven wall, leaned against it for a while, and hammered it hard as if venting his anger.

Then he turned around and strode towards the French windows that let in the cold wind.With his movements, the thick cloak was lifted up, and across the mess.Coming to the window, Batman jumped.The bat-plane supported him firmly, and then the transparent cover fell, and the bat-wing-like plane pierced the air and whizzed away.

He flew the Batplane over the night sky of Gotham, his mind was in a mess.

Doubts from the past flooded into his mind again, and Batman recalled everything that happened recently, those doubts he had, those doubts that he asked but couldn't get answers, they flooded into his mind one after another, stimulating His neurons throbbed.

He thought of Lotkea's clean laboratory that seemed to be unused. The time of more than a month was almost the same as the time when Night Crow disappeared. He thought of Lotkea's resistance to him for no reason. Excited general reaction, his strange behavior.He thought of Erberist's timely appearance every time he was in danger, his inexplicable care for him, the safe house he opened to himself, and the fact that he was sure of his identity under the mask as soon as he met...

Finally, Batman thought.

——If Urberister can appear with Night Raven, why not with Lotkea?

His hand holding the driver was trembling slightly, his heart was beating so fast that he wanted to call the Batcave. He felt that he had never panicked like this before. All his nerves were desperately screaming to his brain. He was even resisting what he had been doing all along. Proud of his rationality, he resisted the guess that was about to blurt out but terrified him.

But in the end, in the end, reason still prevailed.

Wanting to verify this conjecture, Batman thought, it's actually very simple, he has Erberist's blood, his fingerprints, and his DNA, all three of which are very easy to obtain from Lotkea.But besides that, there is now an easier way.

All he had to do was to take a look at Lotkea's room, and all his problems would be solved.

The speed of the Batplane was pulled to the highest, the vortex brake at the tail spewed out gas flames, and the wings pierced through the clouds, like an arrow leaving the string, passing countless lands in an instant, and flew towards the old building on the outskirts.

……

The bat-like black shadow silently clung to the decoration protruding from the outer wall, then stuck to the wall, bent its knees and quietly landed on the window sill that was only one foot wide.Batman gently opened the window, stretched his legs slightly, and jumped into the room.The moment the soles of his boots stepped on the floor, he had already seen everything in the house through the moonlight outside the window.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and there was no one there.Erberist fell to the ground, trembling slightly.

At this moment, there is no need for any evidence or analysis, Batman has easily understood everything.

He knew his nightmare had come true.

Erberist's mask that never left his body was shattered in the previous gun battle, and it has lost its protective effect on the owner. It was pulled off his face by the tentacles, and thrown aside far away, revealing the Batman's face again. Familiar faces.He seemed to have fainted, his eyes were half drooped, his golden pupils were out of focus, and they were hazy with mist, like a drop of melted golden water on the surface of the water.There are also a few drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, trembling with breathing, wanting to fall.

There are some black ropes on his body, swimming on the body, passing through the tight and smooth legs, twisting around the slender waist, entangled between the five fingers, flowing along the neck to the cheeks, sucking The bloodstains from unconscious biting on the lips.

But more gathered on the chest, the wound on the chest burst open again, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.Like eager predators, they greedily suck the liquid gushing out of the wound to gain more strength, and then grab the prey tightly, not allowing them to escape.

Batman didn't have time to think about other things. He had seen this scene once in the video and knew the solution.He took out the pitch-black dagger from his universal belt, struck quickly and ruthlessly, and cut off several tentacles in the blink of an eye.The tip of the blade scraped against the skin without any damage.He watched the severed tentacles turn into black mist and disappear into the air. The remaining tentacles seemed to be intimidated by the aura emanating from this sharp and powerful magic tool, and trembled back in horror to avoid it.

Before Batman could continue his attack, a tentacle rushed out from a corner he didn't notice, and wrapped around his ankle.Batman cut it off with his dagger, but more tentacles took advantage of this opportunity to rush up, tightly entangled his limbs, and then a tentacle climbed up his only exposed cheek, Batman felt a slight pain on the side of his face, Then the black mist covered his eyes.

What he saw suddenly changed.

Erberist was pressed against the dirty bricks, the dagger in his hand pressed against his heart.The sharp point of the knife had already pierced through the hard leather armor, and a drop of blood ran down the blade and fell to the ground with a thud.

Erberist wasn't wearing that mask, he looked at him in disbelief, his body trembling violently.

Batman tried to stop himself, and with all his strength he tried to pull his hand back, and told Erberist he would never do it again.But his body seemed to be out of control, even though his soul roared in his body, the dagger in his hand was still slowly inserted into his body.

Erberister wanted to struggle and escape, but he was held firmly in place, and even a little movement of his back was an extravagant hope.He began to cry, choked up and trembling, mumbled begging for mercy, begging Batman to let him go.

Batman can hardly face him like this, he feels equal pain, like a dagger in two people.But his body was still cold and almost emotionless. As soon as he inserted it to the end, the blood sprayed from his chest stained his fingertips red and splashed on the side of his face exposed under the mask, making him tremble.

Erberist had no strength left to struggle.

"...Why?" He asked intermittently: "Bruce, don't you love me, why are you doing this to me?"

Batman couldn't avoid his eyes filled with pain and questioning, speechless.

He felt suffocated, his throat rattling as if he couldn't get in the air, but his body didn't stop, his wrists exerted force, and the dagger twisted around in his body, smashing Erberister's heart.

He uttered a mournful cry, and immediately drooped his head, as if fainted from the pain.

Batman still hasn't let him go.

His soul was yelling and roaring, watching him slowly draw the dagger out.Erberister's body twitched, and blood spurted out, as if suddenly awakened by the pain, a series of inaudible whimpers came out from his throat, and he spit it out together with the blood.

But even then, he still had a breath, Batman grabbed his hair and forced his head up, the dagger moved towards his beautiful golden pupils.Realizing what he was going to do, Oberist's pupils shrank, and he shook his head weakly: "Don't, don't...don't come here..."

He let out a few bloody sobs: "Don't touch me, um, I don't want...Bruce, why are you...cough...doing this to me?"

The blade tip was only millimeters away from his pupil.

"... that's enough." Batman gritted his teeth, his pupils turned red, and regained control of his body at the last moment.Anger rolled down his throat and rushed to his mouth, turning into a deep roar: "Get off of me—get out!"

In an instant, cracks appeared in the scene in front of him, like a shattered mirror, and then turned into a black mist, dissipating from his eyes.

Batman came back to reality.

The tentacles on his body lost their form when he broke free from the hallucination, turning into a puff of black mist.The rest of the tentacles flicked in the air and were grabbed by Batman.He gritted his teeth, and with uncontrollable anger severed their connection with Erberist's body, causing them to scream silently and turn into a handful of black mist.The rest just ran away, or quickly got into Erberister's body with the remaining limbs, not daring to touch him again.

Batman rips off as many of them as he can before they run away, he's out of the phantasm and doesn't have to worry about these disgusting things dragging him into a nightmare.

—in fact, he thought, he was in a nightmare.

A crisis is over.

Batman knelt beside Erberist, knowing he was shaking slightly.Everything he saw in the vision flickered in his brain. He knew that what those tentacles showed him was the picture he feared most, but ironically, what he feared was the truth.

He masochistically recalled his own pain and despair in the phantom, and put aside the questions and conspiracy theories that reason should have raised, those were too mean in such a scene.He bent down and gently picked up Erberister who was still lying on the ground.

The tentacles had disappeared, but he still hadn't woken up, his pupils were dimmed, as if he was still immersed in an illusion and couldn't extricate himself.Batman looked at his lifeless face as if he had lost his soul, and couldn't imagine what he had experienced in the illusion.

But Batman still remembered Erberister's agonized murmurs, mumbled begging for mercy, barely audible sobs in the footage he got from the safehouse.

Did he see the same thing as I saw?

He watched as he led the grown-up, most trusted child, picked up the dagger he gave him, and inserted it into his chest?

...if that's the case, Batman couldn't help thinking, what was it like for Lotkea to be with him these days?What was he thinking when he saw Bruce, what was he thinking when he saw Batman?

And he, ignorant of the pain and suffering he endured every day, was still trying to figure out why Lotkea was terrified of Batman.This is so ridiculous, obviously he was the reason, but he still stood in front of Erberist and asked him: Why are you afraid of me?

He couldn't imagine how Urberist felt when he heard that question, but as always, he comforted him tenderly in a way Batman didn't realize.

Batman thought bitterly that he didn't deserve to be treated like this at all.

He lowered his head, thinking about this, and Erberist in his arms finally reacted. He blinked his eyes with out-of-focus pupils, and shifted his gaze from Batman's palm up slowly until he saw that he was wearing a mask. that face.He shivered and shivered, showing an expression of fear and pain, which turned into numbness after a while.

Batman's body froze.

He thought of Erberist's almost physical fear of himself, wanting to put him down, for fear that he would cause him another irritating stress response.

Just when Batman was stiff and ready to move away from him, Erberist suddenly reached out and held his arm.Said to hold down, the slight force was just resting on it, carefully bent fingers, and gently hooked the edge of the glove: "Don't..."

He lowered his head, and Batman couldn't see his expression clearly, only felt that his tone was like a humble pleading: "...don't go."

Batman paused stiffly.

Finding that his intention to withdraw and leave was not firm, Oberist became a little more courageous and whispered: "I beg you, Bruce, Batman...Master," his voice kept trembling: " Don't...don't leave me."

Batman had never seen him in such a low-pitched posture, he was stunned, and hugged him tightly in the next second.

He didn't have time to think about what happened to Erberist's "Master". At this moment, they hugged each other tightly, as if those injuries and pains never existed.Batman hugged Erberist, thinking he was embracing a lover who was like him.

Erberist's chin rested on his shoulder, and seemed to be at a loss for a while, then slowly stretched out his arms and hugged him.

The hair on the back of Erberist's neck gently brushed against Batman's cheek, and he gently sniffed the looming smell on his body. The flame of love had become hopeless when he discovered that Erberist was Lotkea. Now Batman feels that the possibility between him and Erberist is not as small as he imagined.

At the moment when they were embracing each other quietly, Erberist suddenly spoke and said softly, "I'm ready."

Batman froze for a moment, not realizing what he meant, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Erberist didn't seem to need his response either. He lowered his eyes and spit on the back of Batman's neck. What he said was like a soft pleading: "I saw that dagger..."

"...This time, can you hurry up?"

Batman froze.The next moment, he trembled uncontrollably, his pupils clenched tightly, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water from head to toe on a cold day, and he couldn't move for a while, only hearing Eberrist A low sigh in his ear, like a whisper: "Bruce."

"The knife in the chest really, really hurts."