I'm the villain in Gotham

Alfred had been waiting in the Batcave for a long time, and he was surprised when he found that Batman came in from the passage in the living room of Wayne Manor.

Batman walked down step by step, the soles of his boots stepped on the stone steps, making a heavy muffled sound.

Alfred was keenly aware that Batman was in a bad mood right now, and when he got close to see the expression on his face, Alfred frowned and couldn't help asking: "Master, what happened? "

Batman pulled the hood off, his hair drenched with sweat, hanging down a little decadently.Hearing the old butler's question, he was silent for a while: "Lotkea, he is..." He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "...he is Erberist."

The news was so shocking that even the well-informed former MI6 agent still paused for a while before digesting it.

"...God," Alfred murmured.

Batman didn't speak any more, and Alfred couldn't imagine how mixed feelings he had now.He walked over, opened his arms, and hugged him.

This hug warmed Batman's cold heart a little bit, he regained some strength with Alfred's hug, stood quietly for a while, and then was a little confused and helpless, as if he was still young At that time, he asked his father-like old housekeeper for help: "Ah Fu, what should I do?"

Alfred sighed: "I don't know." Obviously there are too many reasons and knots that he doesn't know, and Alfred can't comment on it: "I can only give you one piece of advice, Bruce sir," he said:

"You need a heart for a heart."

……

It wasn't an easy night, and Óberister was so tired that he didn't wake up until near noon the next day.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was lying on a familiar bed, subconsciously thinking that he was still the same as Lotkea.

Bruce is sitting next to him, holding a tablet in his hand, working in sync with the bat computer on the projected virtual light screen.He had already taken off his Batman uniform, but his face was still very serious, his eyes were slightly black and blue, obviously he hadn't slept all night.Seeing that Eberister was awake, he turned off the projector, put the tablet on the table beside him, stood up and walked to the side of Eberister.

Bruce wasn't quite sure where the safe distance between himself and Erberister was now, he stood cautiously beside his bed, and asked softly, "Eberister, are you feeling better now?"

Erberist just wanted to nod to tell him not to worry too much, but suddenly froze.

He discovered that Batman called him another name, and this name should not have appeared at this time and this place.

Erberist sat up abruptly, touching his face in horror.The touch under his fingers was smooth, his mask had fallen out a long time ago, Bruce found it from under the sofa, and put it on the bedside table next to him when he was asleep.

And Erberist realized—Bruce knew.

This situation was so sudden that Eberrist covered his face with one hand, and was stunned for a while, not knowing how to react.Memories of last night flooded up. He was first entangled by tentacles, then returned to Wayne Manor in a hurry, and then...

Then Batman came over for some unknown reason, and Erberist mistook him for a phantom drawn by tentacles, and was defenseless against him, so he asked and answered.

While recalling these things, Erberist finally realized how big a mistake he had made, his golden eyes were tightly shrunk, he was terrified, trembling all over, he subconsciously wanted to run away from Bruce , the farther away from him the better.

Bruce grabbed his wrist and didn't give him a chance to leave: "Uberrist," he noticed that Uberrist's face turned pale immediately, afraid that his stress reaction would flare up again, but he didn't dare to let go He said quickly: "Listen to me, I won't do anything to you, I won't hurt you, calm down, calm down."

Erberist didn't know how to calm down.The secret he had buried for so many years was suddenly revealed today, and he felt an indescribable panic and collapse.

Bruce's grip on his wrist was not too strong for him, but Erberist was afraid that he would hurt him if he broke free forcefully, so he was actually held in place by Bruce with one hand, unable to run even if he wanted to.

He shielded his face with his other arm, turning his head to avoid being seen.He heard the rattling sound, and after reacting for a while, he realized that it was his teeth chattering up and down.

"Uberrist, listen to me," Bruce tried to comfort him with a touch, but just as he was about to get closer, Uberrist shrank himself back, and Bruce had to give up and said softly : "I already know, in fact, I should have thought of it a long time ago."

"...Sorry, you didn't have to bear this."

Not knowing what to think of, Erberist stopped trembling.He paused for a while, and after a while, slowly lowered his arms.He looked at Bruce with a bit of indifference on his face: "...I'm not Lotkea."

He only had such a nonsensical sentence, but Bruce looked at his golden vertical pupils and understood his meaning strangely.

He is not the harmless, gentle and considerate Lotkea who has always been in front of Bruce, he is the embodiment of darkness, he is powerful, and his strength can rival Superman.

He is a threat.

Yes, Bruce knows that now.But so what?

After Eberister fell asleep yesterday, he kept thinking about this. He thought that people always have multiple faces. Perhaps because of the relationship between himself and his master and servant, Eberister always restrained his deepest feelings in front of him. Natural nature, but they have lived together for so many years, the tenderness and consideration that Bruce feels cannot be faked, and his care and love for everyone in Wayne Manor and for Tony can also be seen sincerely.

He is tyrannical to villains, protects the weak, and cares for his friends.He is a complex polyhedron.

Batman is afraid of Erberist's powerful strength, but at the same time, he has not forgotten that the end result of everything Erberist does is to make everything better.

Maybe their ideas are different, but what Erberist needs is restraint and guidance, not malicious speculation and violence.

Moreover, Bruce pursed his lips unconsciously. In fact, from the very beginning, Erberist had already given him the right to restrain.

He just didn't find out.

When Erberist said those words, he was ready to be abandoned.He waited for a while, but didn't hear Bruce's voice, so he simply raised it himself.He wanted to make himself appear more normal, but when he had this thought, his body tensed unconsciously, and he whispered: "As long as you want, I can never appear in front of you."

"What?" Bruce was taken aback, and the hand holding Erberister's wrist tightened: "No, I don't agree."

Erberist was stunned for a moment, and felt that his thinking was too simple.It was impossible for Bruce to let such a dangerous person wander in places he didn't know, and of course it was the most convenient choice to keep him by his side.He showed a bit of a bitter smile, and just about to speak, he suddenly found that Bruce's grip on his hand became tighter, so hard that his wrist was trembling slightly.

Bruce didn't want Erberist to leave, whether it was because of his still-bruised body or because of his own selfishness.

Urberister's ability allows him to appear wherever he wants, without a trace, and if he is really determined to go, Bruce doesn't know where he will find him next time.His throat was rough, and his voice changed slightly: "...you can't go."

Erberist looked at him in surprise, and found that Bruce's sapphire-like eyes were now like a drizzled lake, with unpredictable ripples constantly rippling on the watery lake.It makes him look less like Batman and more like the sweetest Prince of Gotham.

Watched so intently by these eyes, Erberist almost drowned in the blue water.

Bruce said it again, this time under control, his voice steady and businesslike: "You can't go."

"Okay." Oberister sighed, and followed him: "I won't go."

Hearing his agreement, before Bruce had time to be happy, he heard Erberist say, "In this case, I have something to tell you." He moved the wrist at the junction of the two, indicating that he could let go of himself: "The dagger I gave you has other uses."

Bruce didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this, he let go of his hand half-believingly, seeing that he really didn't disappear directly, he was relieved, and asked, "What's the purpose?"

Erberister said: "You can use it to seal all my abilities." After finishing speaking, seeing Bruce stunned, he had to explain again: "You can make me an ordinary person."

Bruce froze.He suddenly felt that there might be some mistake in their thinking: "Why should I do this?"

Erberist's expression was very calm, as if this should have happened, and it was natural: "I thought you wanted to do this."

"...You think I want to do this." Bruce bit the words in this sentence one by one on his teeth, and his blue eyes suddenly darkened.He suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Erberist's wrist again, and leaned forward to press it.He seemed to be out of breath, but he just pulled him rationally and did not make any further excessive movements. He put his other hand on the top of Erberister's head, and his knuckles turned white from clenching hard.

The distance between the two is very close, almost nose to nose, and Bruce is tall, so close to him is extremely aggressive.While subconsciously dodging backwards, Erberist suddenly remembered that Bruce had complained to him, saying that he was no longer a child.

... He was right, and Erberist was a little distracted, thinking that he had indeed grown up.When those steel blue eyes stared at him, it was not a boy's unbridled tantrum, but a man's deep anger.

But what was he angry about?

Facing Erberist's dazed eyes, Bruce couldn't help feeling a basin of water being poured on his head, and the almost irrepressible anger all over his body slowly subsided a little.He pursed his lips and said, "Yesterday, you said you would obey all my demands."

Erberist said, "...yes."

"Okay," Bruce's voice sank, "then tell me everything you just thought, everything, every word."

Erberister blinked, embarrassed at being forced to do such a thing, but complied, though the words were not smooth: "I think you think it is a kind of cruelty to let a creature like me be alone. ...Threat. It is most convenient for you that I stay by your side." He lowered his eyes and continued: "I think you will feel more at ease if I lose all my abilities."

Bruce didn't know how he was feeling right now.

The anger just now dissipated completely, and he felt a tightness in his chest, and when he breathed, his trachea seemed to be filled with ice balls, which was cold and painful.

What Erberist thought was very different from what he thought, and what was worse, it was all caused by him.Bruce opened and closed his lips twice, and asked a little weakly: "If I say that I want you to stay, I'm just worried about your body, do you believe it?"

He didn't hold out any hope, and Erberist's reply was just as he thought. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

They are all smart people, and the meaning behind this reply is clear. Oberist believes that Bruce is thinking about his body partly, but the most important thing is the control and use he thought.

Bruce pursed his lips, wondering how he could change Erberister's mind.

Alfred said to let him exchange hearts, but... But Erberist's heart has been sealed too deep, and he can't touch it.

At this time, a hand stretched out and gently pressed against his cheek.

"Don't be sad." Erberister frowned slightly, not quite understanding the reason for the feelings coming from his chest, but he still comforted him: "I believe it, Bruce, don't be sad about this."

...he didn't.Bruce knew it well, and he said that just so I wouldn't have to be sad.

Bruce was silent for a while and said nothing.He leaned down and hugged him gently.