I'm the villain in Gotham

Bruce only hugged Erberist for a moment, then restrained himself from letting go of him, and took a few steps back, opening the distance between the two of them.

"Take a rest," his tone has returned to normal. If it wasn't for Erberist still feeling a dull pain in his chest that doesn't belong to him, I'm afraid he would really think he's relieved: "It's time for lunch." I'll call you again sometime."

"No." Urberister rolled out of bed, noticing the tablet lying aside, and guessed that Bruce was working on the work of the night before he woke up.He still remembered what happened last night. He didn't have a chance to think about it before. Now that he has calmed down, he can find many places that are very suspicious: "Have you found anything?"

"There are some discoveries." Bruce didn't reject the participation of Erberist. Seeing that he really didn't want to rest, he invited, "Come to the Batcave?"

Eberister nodded: "Okay."

Bruce picked up the tablet on the table, hesitated, and asked, "How far should I be from you?"

Erberister was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant: "Temporarily...no need." He explained: "The tentacles will be dormant in my body for a period of time after they are cleaned up, and they will not come out to move. "

Bruce seemed to understand why Lotkea sometimes didn't resist his approach.

He sat on the edge of the table, crossed his long legs, paused for a while, and asked, "Why do you call me master?"

Bruce didn't like the cautious attitude of Erberist when he faced him. Their status should be equal. After their unknown other relationship, Bruce couldn't help but wonder how Erberist was positioned when he saw him as a teacher, as a friend, as a brother, as a lover. my own?

He has never raised any objection to his decision, and he is obedient to himself and obeys everything.Is he doing this because he also treats me as a student, as a friend, or is it just the damn master-servant relationship?

Erberist knew that Bruce would ask sooner or later, and had already prepared the answer: "When you were seven years old, when the Gotham Theater collapsed, I accidentally dripped blood on your lips, that was my clan's contract ceremony beginning."

Bruce's pupils shrank suddenly when he thought of this.He remembered that when Lotkea held him in his arms, shielding him from the falling ceiling and bricks, a drop of blood fell on his cheek and slid down, and he tasted blood.

At that time, he was anxious to care about Lotkea's situation, but he didn't pay attention to it. Later, the doctor said that he was only slightly injured, and of course Bruce would not ask any more questions.

"I believe it shouldn't be so simple to achieve your contract," Bruce suppressed his guilt, and reason prevailed: "What happened later, why don't I know?"

Erberister hesitated, and said: "The contract ceremony cannot be stopped once it starts, if I don't complete it, you will be torn apart by my power." He paused, and continued: "And your body was too strong at that time Weak and unable to endure the entire contract process soberly, I had no choice but to complete it in your sleep."

Bruce didn't expect it to be like this. He was stunned for a while, and instead of letting guilt overwhelm him, he keenly found out what didn't make sense: "But you only knew me for a short month at that time."

According to Erberist, he signed a contract with his young self because he was afraid of his own death, but as far as Bruce knew him, it was almost impossible for him to happen.

True, Urberist would reach out to ordinary humans and help them through; but at the same time, he was a rather proud man, and Bruce didn't think he'd be willing to be his in order to save someone's life. servant.

Erberist was silent for a moment.

After a while, he said softly: "That's because, you are different."

"From the first moment I saw you, I was attracted by your soul." He stepped forward and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of Bruce, seeing that Bruce only frowned, showing no sign of rejection , he boldly held up his right hand, like a pious believer holding the pope's scepter: "Your soul is a brilliant gem, it is dazzling and beautiful."

Erberister's soft lips pressed against the back of Bruce's hand, kissed him in a loyal kiss, and whispered, "...I'm fascinated by you."

Bruce looked down at him, Erberist's bushy lashes casting fanned shadows on his eyelids, his black hair falling obediently to reveal his defenseless white neck.On the back of Bruce's hand, there was still the soft touch of his bright red lips, and Erberist lowered his eyes, without any intention of moving, as if waiting for his judgment.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and pulled him up with his arms: "You are my friend," he said in a deep voice, "You and I are equal."

Erberister said nothing, in fact, he was not surprised by this.

Batman in the previous timeline also didn't recognize himself as his master. He worked hard to make Urberister realize the concept of equality for everyone, hoping that he could live for himself, and wanted to change him into a "normal" Humanity".

Erberist felt nothing but humiliation.

For the first time in endless years, he bowed his head to the soul he believed, but the other party didn't appreciate it.Although Urberist understands that from Batman's point of view, he has good intentions, to Urberist it means that his master does not recognize him, which is really a great insult.

Now that the past is repeating itself again, Erberist will no longer resist Batman sharply and lose his temper as before.

He just nodded slightly to show that he understood what he meant.

Bruce frowned instead. He seemed to have noticed something and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking . . . I'll try to do what you say," said Erberist.

Bruce knew that he said this because of the "obedience to all the master's requirements", and he was a little worried, but considering Erberist's mood, he also knew that this consciousness could not be reversed by him with a few words.

Bruce was ready to start small: "I wish you'd talked to me like you used to," he offered: "This is weird, it's not normal."

Eberister nodded and smiled at him: "Okay."

After asking about the matter that has been stuck in his heart, Bruce asked: "Then we go to the Batcave now?"

"Okay," said Erberist.

"By the way," they left the bedroom and walked downstairs to the living room. Bruce suddenly thought of something and asked casually, "Why did you say you didn't like going to the Batcave?"

Erberister glanced at him calmly, and replied without changing his face: "I think it's your private space."

"Indeed," Bruce said, turning his head, took Erberist's hand, and said seriously, "but I'd like it to be open to you."

Erberist was slightly taken aback, his eyes suddenly became a little deep, and his expression changed slightly, as if he was remembering something.

But in just a short moment, he pulled himself back to reality, looked at Bruce, and said gently, "Thank you."