I'm the villain in Gotham

The feeling of being invaded into the brain is absolutely unimaginable. Even if Batman has amazing willpower, he can't restrain himself from screaming in such pain.

A black light flashed, and Erberist was already walking in the spirit of Batman like a stroll in the courtyard.

His original intention was to directly erase Batman's personal will and re-implant one who is only loyal to himself-this will be very beneficial to him in conquering the world.But now that he had entered his spirit, Erberist was not so anxious.

After being conceived by the dark mother, he grew up from infancy to adulthood, and until now, due to the abundance of nutrients and comfort in an environment that can be called boring, he has been in a deep sleep, and the time of waking up is not long, even where the earth is. The universe is the first world he has ever been to.

Due to the difference in the speed of time, the ancestors of Erberist came to this world a long time ago. Although they perished in the long river of time due to various reasons, in the memory of his inheritance, The human species still exists.In his memory, human beings are weak, selfish, greedy, immoral, ignorant of cooperation, like a mess of sand; but Batman feels different to him.

He seemed to be one of those rare types of people that I can remember—he was strong, intelligent, possessed of vigor and will, and such a man was born to be a leader, or a great man.In front of such a rare product, Erberist didn't mind wasting a little more time for him. He was actually quite curious about what made such a special human being.

Batman's spirit is as dark as his uniform, far less bright and colorful than the human world, but Erberist has been in the dark for a long time, so he has no problem with it, but he is a little disappointed. Thought I could see something different.There are countless balls floating up and down slowly around, which are the memories of Batman. Erberist poked one at random, and was immediately pulled into that memory.

It was an unremarkable night, Batman seemed to be chasing something, the sound of a bullet popping through the air, hitting him in the chest.Because of the special material construction of the uniform, the bullet did not penetrate the layer of fabric, but Erberist believed that his ribs must have broken under the impact.Batman paused, then continued to run forward as if nothing had happened to him.

In the end, he caught a drug dealer scum, tied him up and threw him at the gate of the police station.

But the night wasn't over yet.

Oberist looked at it for a while, then withdrew, and turned to another memory.This time it was an accidental car accident. The police were searching for the possible murderer, but Batman found a child who had escaped from the car accident and finally found him before he lost his blood and went into shock.

In the next paragraph, with intense gunfire, Batman circles among a group of gangsters.

A robbery.

The greenery that spreads all over the city.

Attacks from outer space, thousands of demonoids.

A wormhole appeared over New York, attacking the Kirita fleet.

Erberist stopped and walked, and the memories that floated forward became rarer, but also more precious and profound, but up to now, he still hasn't found the answer he wanted.Erberist passed through a thin membrane, which was the protection Batman set up for his brain, but this couldn't stop Erberist's spirit that had survived for hundreds of millions of years.He touched a piece of memory again, and instantly fell into a sea of ​​burning flames.

Batman holding his son - in the short memory he had been exposed to, Uberrist knew it was his second adopted son, the second Robin.He was silent for a long time, then stood up holding Jason, leaving the burning ruins behind him.

After watching for a while, Urberist realized that Batman's nemesis, the Joker, had planned the targeted murder.He was refreshed, realizing that what he had been wondering might be answered here.

Ever since he came into contact with Batman's memory, Erberist has never understood why he sticks to his principle of not killing.After all, in Erberist's cognition, human beings often go to war with each other. Sometimes they appear to be quite cruel and cruel, and they treat their compatriots without mercy, and even take pleasure in torture and murder-in such a world Under the circumstances, the principles Batman adheres to are like a joke, which seems too naive and naive compared to his experience.

For Erberist, killing the criminals is definitely the best way to bring them to justice, not to mention that many prisoners will escape time and time again, and going to prison is like returning to supply for them. station, or a brief meeting with old friends.The police and prisons have nothing to do with these super criminals. Even if Batman and others strengthen security again and again, they always have a way to escape and continue to do evil.

In Erberist's casual thinking, the memory quickly moved to the next paragraph. Batman experienced a long period of pain and self-blame, but he never attacked the clown—even if he later beat the clown half to death , and still controlled himself, and did not really send this heinous person to hell.

After that, Jason returned from the land of the dead, setting up a dilemma for Batman: either Jason killed the Joker himself, or Batman killed Jason himself in order to stop him.Apparently, the boy came back from all the hardships to find that his beloved father had not avenged him.He's pissed and heartbroken, even going so far as to prove Batman's love for him.

Batman finally managed to force his way out of the problem, slicing Jason's carotid artery with a Batarang just before he could shoot, leaving Jason bleeding profusely into a coma—not a particularly good solution, but It was obviously very effective, and Erberist even couldn't help applauding for his excellent control and wisdom in critical moments.

After that, Batman mentioned this experience in his conversation with Superman, and Urberist finally understood his intentions and thoughts.For vigilantes like Batman, their job is to walk on the tightrope between justice and evil, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the bottomless abyss, and then they will change from being admired to being respected. despised and feared.Gotham is such a special city, and the test Batman has endured is far more serious and profound than other heroes.

Indeed, Urberister saw many such fragments in Batman's memory.The clown tests his humanity by choosing between a dilemma and a choice to break his will. The scarecrow uses fear gas to arouse the deepest fear and despair in his heart, and there are many other villains. Batman's nerves, intended to bring him down from the altar, become a part of evil.

But Batman has not been as they hoped.

Looking all the way down, Erberist has gradually and unconsciously put away his contempt and banter.He stretched out his hand to the deepest memory buried by Batman, it was black and red, like blood that had frozen for a long time, crimson and black.

The moment before he touched it, Uberrist seemed to hear Batman's roar, but he was a step too late, and Uberrist had already entered that memory.

Kneeling in the warm blood of his parents, the boy swore in tears that he would fight against the darkness and evil of Gotham with his own life.

So, that's where Batman comes from.Erberist thought that he was born in the most desperate darkness, but he did not sink there, and this darkness created another part of his life.He stood at the junction of light and shadow, facing countless pairs of arms in the shadows that wanted to pull him down into the abyss, and lifted the entire light behind him with his shoulders.

The hero dances in chains on the wire, his cape swirling behind him to sweep the dragon's heart.

At this moment, Erberist was surprised to find that he actually felt respect for a mere human being, and he actually put Batman on an equal footing with himself.

Yes, in terms of strength, Batman could even be called weak in front of him, but compared to his spirit—ah, he fully deserves a compliment from Erberist.

As Batman grabbed Urberister's wrist as he came out of memory, "How dare you—"

He growled furiously at Erberist: "Monster, get out of my mind!"

Erberist didn't mind Batman's words, and given that he had been placed on an equal footing with himself, Erberist graciously forgave his offense.He was a little surprised that Batman was able to find his own spiritual body under control. It seemed that this was not the first time his brain had been invaded.

So--

Erberist realized he now had two choices.

First, out of respect, Erberist will spare his soul and body, and leave here, vowing never to violate his world again.As for the second...

Erberist looked at Batman, his lips parted upward.He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his sharp canine teeth, and showed an excited and nasty smile.

What is more interesting than for a strong and unyielding man—especially, a man he respects from the bottom of his heart—in his strength, in the deepest darkness, to succumb, crumble, and bow his unbending head , more satisfying?

The collapse of Batman's faith is the most alluring fruit, and must be the highest delicacy he has ever tasted.It's worth a try, even if it fails, it doesn't cost him anything, does it?

Suddenly, Batman found that Erberist in front of him disappeared, replaced by his parents, who stood not far away, smiling and waving to him.

Batman's original image in uniform and cloak changed. He became an eight-year-old child, and not long after, he turned into a youth image again, full of travel and dust. It was probably the time when he left Gotham and traveled abroad.

His image kept changing, and he soon became Batman again, but the uniform was still the first batch, and then gradually changed.He stood there dumbfounded, and Erberist came up behind him and hugged him.The two people's hearts were close to their hearts, Erberist's slender fingers slowly stroked from his shoulders to Batman's chest, his well-shaped warm lips touched his earlobes, and he smiled softly and seductively: "Look, No matter how hard you try, nothing will change."

"Your parents, they died because of you; those civilians didn't appreciate your help; your sons, your comrades in arms, they all died at the hands of the enemy."

"Bruce Wayne, Batman, what are you—protecting?"

His soft and lingering voice spread from the ear holes to the brain, like a poisonous snake tempting Adam to pick off an apple, hissing out a snake letter, and hiding a poisonous dagger behind his smile.

"Why persist, why fight?"

"Sink into darkness, sink into my arms—you will enjoy my glory, you will have no worries, you will never be alone."

"Say you believe in darkness, believe in—me."

Batman's expression gradually changed from pain to bewilderment. He slowly took Erberist's finger on his chest and repeated softly: "I will never be alone again."

Erberist breathed into Batman's ear, and said softly: "Yes, you will never be alone again."

"I shall have no more worries."

"Yes, you will have no more worries."

"But that's not what I want—" Batman suddenly opened his eyes, and his palms grabbed Erberister's neck from front to back, and slammed him to the ground!

"Did you hear that, monster, that's not what I want!" Batman gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and words rolled out of his throat suppressed one by one.Öberist made him relive the pain of losing his parents, his son, and his friend. His arm was shaking as he grabbed Öberist's neck, and he had to do his best not to strangle the bastard to death.

Erberister lay on his back, his pupils dilated slightly.

Originally, he should have been surprised that Batman's mental body was so strong that it was almost on par with him, and that he was bullied to the ground by a weak human being, but now, this was the least important thing.

At the moment when Batman broke away from the illusion created by Erberist, his soul suddenly emitted an incomparably brilliant brilliance that mortals had no chance to see.It shines brightly and is the strongest will, the most unyielding belief, and the most powerful spirit.It is a brilliance that cannot be compared with the most dazzling and gorgeous gemstones here. It is shining brightly, and it is more beautiful than the most precious treasures in the world.

"You..." Erberist couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch Batman's cheek, even though his wrist was tightly held in the next second, his fingertips still touched the soft skin: "It's so beautiful... ..."

He murmured, his eyes full of surprise and obsession.

At this moment, Erberist suddenly understood how his ancestors felt the throbbing of the soul when they found a master or partner they trusted wholeheartedly.He realized that he had found the most precious treasure in his life, and it was his instinct as a dragon to protect this treasure and keep it for himself.

He wanted to carry him back to his lair, to decorate his beauty with his life's collection, but it would undoubtedly wear Batman's will, dust the orb, and fade the light-the consequences were unbearable.

At this moment, Erberist suddenly thought of a way, which would not make the beautiful treasure lose its brilliance, but also preserve it for a longer period of time.He can sign a contract with Batman and stay by his side justifiably.

Human life is only a hundred years, and like Batman, maybe even shorter - just look at the frequent self-sacrifice in his memory.But with Erberist, he will surely survive for a long time.

In order to get a close look at this beautiful treasure, Eberist doesn't mind being a servant in name - he knows that what you gain comes with loss, even he, the embodiment of darkness, wants to get such a precious treasure , must also sacrifice something.

He was willing to do it, willingly.