I'm the villain in Gotham

Erberister stood in front of the Batcomputer, looking up at the screen displayed on it.

Batman had already checked the electronic relay they had brought back. He tapped the keyboard, and the frames were displayed in front of them. Thomas Elliott's face was mixed with various files that Bruce usually browsed. Medium: "Whenever I use the computer, the relay randomly flashes his image"

Erberister frowned slightly: "Subliminal consciousness."

"Yeah," Batman said, closing the program, "so when Gordon desperately needs a surgeon, I can only think of him."

Alfred asked: "Then what about the DNA you obtained from your secretary, young master?"

Batman crossed his arms, and his voice lowered: "The DNA of Elena Fergus is quite similar. They are not mother and daughter, but sisters."

"But they don't look alike at all," Alfred said.

"Plastic surgery, Fu," Batman said, "this isn't the first time we've seen this."

They all remembered the cultist who had changed his face, and agreed with Batman's guess.

"It seems that the suspect is confirmed?" Erberist said, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a very dangerous smile: "I really hope that he is dressed in the same way when he is at home. Seeing a man naked / Body is not my hobby."

There was a faint sense of danger and malice emanating from him. Batman saw an expression he had never seen on Lotkea's face, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "No, I don't agree."

Erberist realized Batman's displeasure, and restrained the expression on his face: "...I won't kill him," he bit his lip uncomfortably, his voice became softer, and the next moment he returned to normal : "I promised you, I will not kill people."

Batman said: "...not this." He admitted that he did have such worries, but when he saw Erberist's expression subconsciously revealed and then concealed for a moment, he did not choose to fully express his thoughts: "His He acts quite cautiously, and I'm not sure if there are items against you in his residence." Batman obviously remembered the appearance of Erberist being bewitched by the tentacles and falling into a hallucination, his brows furrowed.

Erberist raised his eyes to look at him. He didn't know how much he believed Batman's words, but he gave up his original idea and asked, "Then what is your opinion?"

Batman didn't speak for a while, he was thinking.

His enemies are cautious and careful. He planned such a big layout, but no one knows his true identity until now—maybe someone knows that Batman thinks of Hannibal Lecter, but he is also dead He died at the hands of the League of Assassins.He mostly commands his allies and helpers to act for him through emails, promising enough bargaining chips for them to move around with ease.

He is like a silent ghost, hiding himself behind everyone, commanding everything, like a chess player, using everything as a chess piece, and playing around wantonly.

But now that Batman and Erberist have jumped out of his chessboard, it is very simple to win the game now, either knock the board over, or become a chess player...

Batman paused for a moment, then said, "I think Sabatino's office should be fixed."

……

Sabatino's office has indeed been repaired. In Gotham, money can help you do a lot of things. It is not difficult to repair a room full of pits and blood from machine guns in a day.Sabatino even restored all the decorations in the office, and now he is sitting at his desk with gauze wrapped around his forehead, full of annoyance.

He was concussed by Batman all of a sudden, and he is still dizzy and sees double images. If he was not worried that Erberist would suddenly come to settle accounts with him, he would have gone home and slept a long time ago.

The office was surrounded by ten gunmen, and Sabatino didn't think it was enough, so he ambushed four snipers outside.Everyone's guns were loaded with that enchanted bullet, but even so, Sabatino was nervous, like a houseguest waiting for his second boot to drop, not knowing when trouble might start.

At this moment, while waiting in fear, he cursed his so-called "allies" in his heart.

Damn it, his plan was perfect, the bullets would work on Erberist, and he would just have to lure Batman in, and he'd be able to sit back and watch them two dog-eat-dog... shit, it's a fucking lie!

The bullets did have some effect on Erberist, but that didn't stop the devil from stepping up and trying to kill him; Batman came, but...well, he passed out, didn't see if they Duel, anyway, when he woke up, he didn't see the corpse of the demon or the bat. It is estimated that both of them are alive and well. I don't know when Erberist will run over and twist his head. Come down as an example.

Sabatino has already sent an email to his ally, but the reply from the other party is tepid, just saying that he knows and will give him an answer in the next two days, making Sabatino's forehead twitch with anger, and there is no way .

Anyway, Sabatino thought viciously, his thugs were equipped with the most powerful guns he could find, and since those special bullets could disable the devil's magic, he couldn't believe that he didn't have a weakness, even if he didn't , He has enough people, and he can even fight one out.

Sabatino was thinking in fear, when suddenly, a small black ball appeared out of nowhere, and rolled to the side of a thug.When Sabatino was concentrating on it, he almost jumped out of his chair: "Who! What the hell!"

In an instant, the small ball sprayed out a puff of white smoke, which immediately filled the whole room.Sabatino and the ten gunmen have already realized the effect of these gases. They were choked by the tear gas and burst into tears. Before they could take countermeasures, a black figure wearing a gas mask kicked open the ventilation duct window and jumped from the roof. And down.

He grabbed Sabatino by the collar with one hand, kicked a thug blocking the way, dragged him all the way to the freshly repaired French window, and smashed the glass with his fist to let in fresh air.

When a few thugs with blurred eyes were able to see things a little bit, they realized that their boss was already under the control of others.The two were leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the thugs could not form an encirclement circle. The guns in their hands were raised at the attackers, but they did not dare to pull the trigger.

Sabatino coughed and yelled, "Damn it, bat, what the fuck are you doing?!"

Batman said coldly: "Let's talk."

"...Is that what you fucking talk about???" Sabatino was half-dead with anger, but since there was still a bat dart poked around his neck, he had no choice but to take the next best thing, and his tone softened: "Think carefully, we The goals are the same. Look, you want that horned demon out of Gotham, and I think so, we have a partnership."

"That's right, a cooperative relationship." Batman said, watching Sabatino quietly gesturing to his own people, and changed the topic: "If you are counting on those four snipers to save you, I'm afraid you will be disappointed gone."

"Oh—damn it." Batman's words couldn't be aimless, and Sabatino exclaimed angrily, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"I'm sure I don't want your life, but I don't necessarily want your life." Batman seemed to be smiling slightly: "Get your people out of here, and we can talk alone."

Sabatino was going to hate him.

If it is said that Erberist has squeezed out the two old guys Falcone and Maroni and ranked first on the list of people he hates the most, then now, this bat is No.2!

……

Another night.

Gotham is dark and dark tonight, and the moonlight is blocked by dark clouds. Layers of dark clouds cover the sky, as if it is brewing the first downpour after winter.

Sabatino got off the car at an inconspicuous alley, ordered his men to wait here, and walked in slowly by himself.

He deliberately chose a place that was rarely visited by people. This alley is so remote that even garbage can't be seen, and mice don't want to pass through it.

Sabatino vigilantly walked to the agreed meeting place. He stood under the street lamp that was not broken and flickered from time to time, and his shadow shone vaguely on the wall behind him.The sharp contrast between light and dark made him unable to see everything outside the range of the light, so he lowered his voice and called, "Are you there?"

He waited for a few minutes, shouted again, and repeated this several times, until he was quite impatient, a figure slowly came out of the shadows.

He was wearing a very common double-breasted trench coat, his face was tightly wrapped in bandages, and only a pair of blue eyes were exposed.Because of the bandages, his voice sounded very indistinct, and it was impossible to identify him: "Hello, Mr. Sabatino."

He stuffed a telescope into his windbreaker pocket: "You came as promised and didn't bring anyone else. It seems that our cooperation can continue."

"Stop talking nonsense," Sabatino said impatiently, "Your plan doesn't work at all. Do you know that demon almost killed me?"

"Unfortunately," said the other party, "but I can't figure out which step went wrong."

"Bullets, those bullets—" Sabatino said angrily, "Those bullets of yours are useless! Where did you get these things, and what did you say to make a few holes in him, and he ended up with skin None broke!"

"Well..." The other party seemed to be a little distressed, and pondered for a while: "I'm very sorry, it seems that he is more troublesome than I imagined."

"Cut the bullshit," Sabatino said. "I want a more powerful weapon. Now that I've ripped him apart, I have to kill him."

The other party didn't speak, and turned slightly, as if thinking about something, after a while, he said slowly: "Since using weapons doesn't work, we can use other methods."

"...so you're gone, right?" Sabatino said, his voice suddenly lowered: "Those bullets are all there is to it."

The other party immediately looked over because of his suddenly changed voice, the eagerness on Sabatino's face disappeared, and the street lamp that was about to be damaged flickered, casting the shadow of a bat on the wall for a dim moment.

The other party was startled, and immediately touched the cock on both sides of the thigh with both hands.

At this time, a pair of hands poked out from the black mist that suddenly appeared, crushing the barrel of the gun.Erberist walked out of the portal, and before the other party could react, he locked him with bat handcuffs to the lamp post beside him.

Erberist smiled, even through a mask, it was creepy for no reason.He leaned into the other's ear and whispered with a smile: "I hope this meeting will surprise you, Dr. Thomas Elliott."

A black mist rose from the body of "Sabatino" on the opposite side, and the next moment, he turned into Batman wrapped in a pitch-black cloak.

Elliott knew he had been duped.

With his hands bound, he looked at Batman and Erberister standing on both sides, and was surprised to find that the two who had turned against each other in his plan actually joined forces.But even so, Elliott did not lose his demeanor: "Actually, I hope you can silence me," he said: "You know, I have been hiding behind the scenes from beginning to end, never making a sound, Watching you—Bruce—I'm watching you sink deeper and deeper into my schemes. Ah, it's been so much fun."

Batman was not surprised that he knew his identity, and said in a deep voice: "But now you have come to the stage from behind the scenes, you are no longer a chess player holding a chess piece, I overthrew this game of chess."

"Yes, yes," Elliott said silently, "I'm surprised to see you standing together so peacefully. Bruce, aren't you the most jealous, why are you still willing to cooperate with him?"

Before Batman could speak, Mu Mo said again: "Do you know his identity? Do you know that he is your teacher?"

Batman frowned slightly, but he didn't expect Hu Mo to even know this.Erberist had already speculated about this after learning of Elena's undercover identity and Elliott's visit to the research institute, but he wasn't too surprised now.

But he was still very displeased, if it wasn't for the fact that Batman was still here... He narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

Neither of them denied it aloud, Momo knew that he guessed right: "You know, when? At least after you tried to kill him?" He laughed: "Speaking of it, I'm really sorry, you I failed to kill him in that abandoned factory. You don’t know how long I’ve been planning for that time, but unfortunately it still failed... I watched you rush out of that factory and drive away in the Batmobile, still secretly I hope you can catch up and make another cut, but unfortunately you didn't."

Batman knew he was trying to distract himself, he didn't look at Erberister's reaction, and asked in a cold voice, "Why all this?"

There was no response in silence, and he said to himself: "I thought you could always stick to your heart, Bruce, I didn't expect you to give up what you have always insisted on because of personal relationships." He smiled for a while, expressing emotion in an aria-like tone Said: "Bruce, oh, Bruce - you really surprised me. But -" His eyes suddenly moved from Batman to Erberist, and he smiled strangely:

"Did you tell him you loved him?"