I'm the villain in Gotham

Even in Gotham, this kind of thing doesn't happen very often. Gordon felt that something was wrong the first time he received the alarm, so he brought people over in person.

He quickly checked the victim with gloves on, and then stood up immediately: "The ambulance is coming? Pull them away quickly, I think these people need..."

"and many more."

A hoarse voice came, and Gordon turned around and looked into the alley in front of him.Following the gasp of the police and the onlookers, Batman strode out from the darkness, squatted down, and pressed two fingers on the main artery of the victim's neck: "This is a neurotoxin. The prisoner deliberately threw them here , to get our attention."

After speaking, he took out a tube of reagent from his universal belt and tied it around the victim's neck.

"What did you inject them with...wait a minute," Gordon looked at the victim's gradually calming body, and said dumbfounded, "Is this the antidote? Where did you get it?"

Jesus, it's only been minutes since they called the police, and Batman has already figured out the solution?

"Have you seen this case before?" Gordon analyzed: "Who is the murderer?"

"I've seen it," Batman replied ambiguously, and injected the antidote into the other two in turn: "I'm sure this is just a cover to attract our attention, and his real goal is yet to come."

Gordon felt that, since a certain point in time, his elusive friend had become more predictable and elusive.But it turns out he's always right, so Gordon immediately asks, "What do I need to do?"

"Let the ambulance send these three people to the hospital for observation, and the police will close the case first." Batman stood up and strode into the darkness, his cloak rolling out thick waves behind him: "I will inform you again if there is something to do. "

Gordon wanted to say something more, but Batman's figure was completely submerged in the darkness.He had no choice but to shake his head, and turned around: "Okay, boys, here are some people, and carry them to the ambulance!"

The flashing red and blue lights of the police car behind him went away, and Batman stepped into the dirty sump accumulated on the ground with one foot, making a sound of hitting the water.

Erberister's figure appeared next to him, and the two eyebrows under the mask slightly frowned: "He's back."

"To be precise, he appeared." Batman tapped a button on the universal belt, and with a low roar of the engine, the lights of the headlights illuminated the stagnant water on the ground: "Get in the car, let's go."

"Where are you going?" asked Erberist.

"Edson Rick Avenue." Batman clamped a driver's license between his fingers, and the card dangled between his fingers before being tucked away in his belt.He jumped into the Batmobile: "I found this on the back of the victim's collar. The clown knew I was going to check on them and left this driver's license on purpose. The owner of the driver's license is a clothing store on Edson Rick Street. The owner of the hat shop is a tailor."

A black mist surged, and Erberist's figure appeared on the co-pilot, asking inexplicably, "Then why are we driving? You know I can teleport you there directly, which can greatly save our time. "

"The clown likes to play time games, and I'm sure Edson Rick Street is not the end of our trip." Batman started the engine: "It takes 13 minutes from here to Edson Rick Street, and we need to go through at least three Large venue and two major arterials, I'm not sure if there are any new victims there."

"Understood, I will pay attention." Oberister said: "Besides, what else do you need me to do?"

"There will be a lot." Batman glanced at Erberist very briefly, and the sharp steel blue eyes hidden under the white goggles softened a little at this moment: "You have been helping me, this time Same."

The car drove half a street, and Erberist realized it belatedly, which seemed like a veiled compliment to Batman.He turned his head, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask something, but felt that this was not a good time, so he turned his attention to the outside again.

But Batman noticed his hesitation: "What are you trying to say?"

"...I was thinking," Eberister was silent for a moment, "I want to ask, are you satisfied with what I have done recently?"

Batman paused.

"I don't want to judge you in terms of satisfaction," he said. "It's as if I thought you were—no, I never thought of it that way. But you do a very good job, often beyond my expectations, and I very happy."

Urberister wasn't quite sure the difference between the two, but since Batman said he was happy, he must be satisfied.This gave him a lot of confidence, so Urberister asked again: "And how do I compare with your other assistants, er, with Robin?"

Batman sighed in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Usually, I don't compare you, it's not fair to you."

"……why?"

This explanation made Batman feel a little hard to say, and he now very much hopes that this question was asked by Erberist in the Batcave, so that Alfred can help answer it-oh, no, he hasn't got it yet. Bean, none, not even Alfred could help him.

So after a while of psychological construction, Batman said: "That's because, I know you all love me very much." Seriously driving, talking just an emotionless repeater: "Let me compare you, as if comparing how much I love you, it's not fair to you."

After finishing speaking, Batman felt that he had used up all the copies of the word "love" for a week, and before Erberist could speak again, his voice quickly became serious: "Be careful, clowns are not easy to deal with." enemy, even if he only appears for the first time in this timeline."

Erberist had no choice but to keep silent.But his eyes and mind were scribbled on the window, still thinking about what Batman said just now.After a while, he recalled and looked at Batman: "So you mean, in your heart, I am as important as your Robins?"

Batman pursed his lips tightly, feeling the heat in his palms holding the steering wheel.

Erberist was still stubbornly waiting for his response. Batman rubbed the car mat under his feet for a long time, but he still couldn't say a word.

Slowly, Erberist seemed to have realized something, lowered his head, turned his eyes to the outside of the car again, and stopped talking.

"No, I'm not—" Batman squeezed the steering wheel tightly, and squeezed the thing with great strength until it started to make a slight noise.

Well, he thought, he could overdraw next week's copy first: "You're not like them, but, I mean, I mean—"

Erberist lowered his head even lower.

Batman took a deep breath: "I mean, I love you, it's not the same as them."

Erberister didn't look back, and gave a soft "hmm".

"...I mean it," Batman said helplessly, "can you...I admit I used to—but I mean it now."

Erberist said, "Thank you, I know."

He said it without emotion, Batman didn't want to force him to look back at him, and the timing wasn't right.He had no choice but to suppress this matter first, and was going to find a chance to explain it when he got back.

The tightness in the chest was not good, and Batman forced himself to focus more on the current task.He didn't see anything unusual where the Batmobile passed. He drove all the way to the cloakroom on Edsen Rick Street, and saw that a circle of policemen and onlookers had surrounded the door, and there were vague and abnormal laughter coming from From there.Without waiting for him to speak, Erberist had already disappeared automatically.

Staring at the empty passenger seat for a moment, Batman's eyes darkened slightly, and he opened the car door.

The performance and speed of the Batmobile far surpassed that of the police car. Obviously, it was impossible for Gordon to rush to the scene so quickly.Standing outside the cloakroom were two policemen whom Batman found very unfamiliar, and were calling the above.

The owner of the driver's license tucked into the universal belt was lying on the ground, and Batman's appearance attracted exclamations as usual.He knelt down, stabbed the antidote on the shopkeeper's neck, and asked about the situation by the way.

The two policemen were very wary of him and didn't cooperate. Batman only asked some basic information, but he believed that they didn't know more.

He got up from the ground, strode past the two policemen, and then disappeared in front of them.

Two police officers: "..."

Onlookers: "..."

Everyone: "???"

Batman appears in the cordoned-off cloakroom, next to Erberist, and I'm sure tomorrow there will be news and news reports that Batman is a monster or a ghost of the city.

He glanced at Erberist by the way, and found that his face was as usual, he didn't know whether he had figured it out or not, so he couldn't help but sighed more worriedly in his heart, and wanted to pull his hair in worry.

However, in fact, Erberist didn't think about anything, he just adjusted his expression so that he could not show himself in front of Batman.

While gesturing to Batman to look at what he just discovered, Erberist thought happily and emotionally in his heart that he should help Alfred share more housework after returning.

The old housekeeper's suggestion had been echoing in his mind for several days.At first Urberist was hesitant, feeling that it wouldn't be a good idea, but Alfred said it wouldn't hurt to try.

Well, the timing is right, so let's listen to Alfred... try?

Facts have proved that the old butler really knows his young master very well.

It works really well too.