I'm the villain in Gotham

Batman quietly drove the car back to the Batcave.

When the old butler was about to come up to him to ask about the situation, Batman raised an index finger on his lips to signal him to keep quiet, and then carefully carried Erberist out of the car.

He fell asleep not long after breaking away from the illusion, with his cheek resting on Batman's strong shoulders, as long as Batman lowered his head, he could see his thick and slender eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing.

Alfred stopped the questions that were about to blurt out, and watched Batman go up the stone steps, leaving the Batcave, and came to the warm and rich Wayne Manor.He put Erberist on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and brushed back his messy hair.The soft hair slipped between the cold and hard fingertips, twirled softly and lingeringly around the fingertips, and then left.

Batman glanced at him quietly again, then turned around and strode out.

He returned to the Batcave, and Alfred asked, "How is Master Lotkea?"

"Not very good." Batman had already taken off his hood, and stroked his hair on his forehead a little irritably: "The silence has been resolved, and his situation can't be delayed any longer."

"Silence?" Alfred raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip. Then let me ask, has the matter ended satisfactorily?"

"Not quite," Batman muses for a moment. "I think there are still some things that haven't been resolved." He's still a little confused about certain issues, but those can be leaned back for now.He used the Batcomputer for a while, let it automatically find the information he wanted, then stood up from the seat, put on the hood, and walked towards the Batplane.

Alfred asked behind him: "Do you need me to prepare breakfast for you, Master Bruce?"

Batman thought for a moment: "Two, thanks, Fu."

……

When Erberist woke up, Bruce was sitting on the head of his bed.

He had changed out of his Batman gear and was wearing a slim-fit shirt and trousers.Because he was worried that those tentacles would come to him again, he deliberately moved closer, and the faint smell of cologne on his body entered Erberist's nose.

Erberist looked at him sideways, feeling like a time-lapse in a trance.When Bruce was younger, he would often sit at the head of his bed, read a book and watch him fall asleep or wake up.

But now that their roles have been reversed, Uberister recalls that not so long ago, Bruce said he had grown up, and he had.His tall body blocked the sunlight coming in from the window for him, and the sun was rarely bright after the rain in Gotham, which made his hair golden.Those steel-blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight like brilliant gems.As if realizing something, his eyes shifted from elsewhere, the two of them met, and Bruce looked at him with a smile.

Oberister stared at Bruce, feeling a strange emotion rise within him.He didn't know what it was, it wasn't very intense, but very long, as if something was slowly stroking his heart.

Bruce put down the tablet in his hand: "How do you feel now?"

Eberrist nodded and sat up in bed.He ignored the less obvious feeling in his heart and closed his eyes.The sharp horns on his forehead sank into the skin, and when he opened his eyes again, the golden pupils also turned into the ice blue that was common to Bruce in the past.

Bruce asked curiously before, knowing that it would take a certain amount of magic for him to maintain a human appearance, he frowned, and asked a little confused: "Why did you become like this?"

Erberist touched his forehead subconsciously, and smiled at him: "I think you will look more pleasing to the eye this way."

"No." Unexpectedly, Bruce grabbed his wrist and his expression became serious: "You don't have to worry too much about my thoughts, what appearance you use should be up to you, not 'what I like'. Besides, He paused, pursed his lips, and said, "I like both of your looks."

He discovered that Erberist was unwilling to tell him many things, but he still thought a lot.In order to prevent him from always having those messy thoughts, Bruce felt that it would be better to be honest.Although he is not used to this, but... if the target is Erberist, it seems that it is not too difficult to help him.

Erberist was stunned for a while, and stopped using magic to maintain his appearance.Those golden pupils popped out again, and he lowered his eyes, as if he was puzzled, but he didn't seem to believe it, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you think I'm too aggressive?"

"That's good, at least you have the ability to protect yourself." Bruce shook his head, and said with a little emotion: "I was afraid to tell you and my parents that I was Batman before, because I was afraid that if you knew too much, it would cause trouble. Danger—but I'm not afraid now, and I'm glad I have another helper." He finished, pulling Erberist out of bed: "Going to breakfast?"

Erberister was led by him and took two steps forward: "...Okay."

"Also," Bruce held the doorknob, turned to look at him again, with a slightly serious expression on his face: "I told you, don't use honorifics for me—it's better not to think so in your heart."

Erberist blinked and nodded.

After they finished breakfast in the dining room, Bruce invited him to the study: "Erberister, we need to talk."

Erberister didn't object, he thought that such a day would come sooner or later, maybe it was because of his attitude towards silence before that displeased Bruce, or because of what he had done earlier, the enemies they faced now had already To solve it, it was time for Bruce to raise his voice.

He might ask Urberister to act like him; but the problem is that Urberister can't abide by the bottom line of the law like Batman.Yes, he loves his resolute character, loves his insistence not to cross the bottom line no matter what, he walks alone at the intersection of black and white for Batman, although he is often on the verge of degeneration, but never really loses control bewildered by will.

But this does not mean that he can do it, even if Erberist really forced himself to do it, the final result is not ideal-promising Batman not to kill people is almost the best he can do, He doesn't have the noble character of Batman.

When he sat across from Bruce, Erberist was still thinking about how not to disappoint him, but also how not to make himself agree to conditions that were too harsh and almost impossible to fulfill.

Bruce realized his absent-mindedness: "What were you thinking?"

"...It's not something important." Erberist changed the topic: "What do you want to tell me?"

He was ready to be blamed or questioned by Bruce, but Bruce just looked at him and said in a sigh and worried tone, "I think it's time for you to recuperate."

"...What?" Oberister looked at him in surprise, obviously the answer exceeded his psychological expectations.Seeing Bruce's slightly questioning eyes, Erberist realized that his reaction was a bit loud: "Thank you, I mean...well, that's all you want to say?"

Bruce knew there were many problems between them, but this was the most important one.

Now that the chain of events brought about by the silence had come to an end, Bruce no longer worried about whether he would do something to Erberist, and could finally let him go.He went to the New York Temple last night and explained his purpose to Doctor Strange.He could see that the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't too keen on seeing him, but since his request was about Erberist, his friend, Doctor Strange relented.

"I found a way to cure him, but it will take time." Doctor Strange said slowly: "You'd better convince him to stay here at ease, not like every time before-I assume you know him What an uncooperative patient."

Bruce looked at Erberister and couldn't help covering his forehead, yes, he knew: "You don't take this seriously, do you?"

Erberist hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "I am different from a human being. Even without medicine and without external force, I can still recover slowly by myself. This is nothing compared to what I have to do. "

Bruce asked back: "Even if the recovery time is quite long?"

Erberister didn't speak, it was tacit agreement.

Bruce was starting to get angry, and he pursed his lips, not letting himself make it too obvious.He knew exactly what "what to do" in Erberist's mouth, and he also knew why he did it. The purpose was to protect Gotham, protect him, and protect those superheroes.He took these too seriously, so that the attention he paid to himself became very rare.It may also be because of his strong body. In his eyes, human beings are very fragile. He would rather bear this for them in exchange for the safety of everyone except him.

After all, he "won't die," as Erberist once told him himself.

But that didn't mean the pain would go away, or that he wouldn't have to live with the pain.He's so used to enduring these days and nights that Bruce doesn't realize he's almost living himself up like a stoic robot.

Bruce frowned, even though he was already trying his best to suppress his anger, Erberist still easily found that he was not in a good mood now.He hesitated for a while, thinking that he had thought of the crux of what made Bruce angry, and said, "...it won't be long."

He observed Bruce's expression and considered, "It won't affect my work very much... I promise, as long as I pay attention, what happened last night will never happen again."

Bruce froze for a moment, and then the frustration and helplessness welled up from the bottom of his heart: "Why do you think that?" He clutched his forehead, not knowing what he had done to give Erberist such an illusion repeatedly, as if he just Treating him as a tool, he only cares about whether it is used smoothly, even if it wears out, he is worried about the next work efficiency: "Can't I be—" He gritted his teeth: "I can't worry about yourself?"

"...But I won't die, and it won't bring me a permanent burden." Erberister looked a little confused: "Besides, this is—"

— that's what you've been doing.

He swallowed the words without letting the young bat know.This is how he will be in the future, working continuously and never allowing himself a real break.He got new injuries before the old ones healed, and the pain in his body never went away.

In that case, thought Erberist, what's wrong with letting me bear this for you before you become like that?