I'm the villain in Gotham

……Do not.

Immediately, Erberist denied his idea.Of course he can make the clown disappear in this world without leaving a trace.But Batman can't rest easy if he can't see his body, and what Erberist is doing is almost meaningless.

But what if the body is left behind?Then Batman must go to find out who is the real murderer who killed the Joker. Sooner or later, he will find that Erberist is the one who made everything, and there is no need to pretend to be in front of a master detective.What's more... Erberist clenched his fingers unconsciously, not to mention that he once swore in front of Batman that he would never lie to him.

He didn't want to betray his oath.

Looking at the clown tightly bound to the chair by the straitjacket, Erberist was caught in a dilemma.

He is like Batman in many moments, constantly wandering between one choice and another, hesitating.Batman usually hesitates on how to save more people, but Erberist's choice is about Batman and himself, their relationship, and their future.

Erberist had no expression on his face, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white.After a while, he slowly let go of his fingers, and exhaled slowly from his chest.

Like so many times before, he had made a choice.

This is not difficult. Erberist always remembers his original intention of coming to this timeline, even now that Batman has recovered his memory, this persistence has not been changed.He just felt sorry and heartbroken.

After confirming his determination, Oberister stopped staying and walked step by step towards the room where the clown was held.Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.Erberist's steps were not chaotic at all, but he always felt that every step seemed to be stepping on his own heart.

His heart sank a little bit, and he felt suffocated by it.

At the same time, the clown in the cell suddenly opened his eyes.He heard footsteps approaching step by step from far and near, and came to the door of his cell.The next moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in the door, as if stepping over an invisible space barrier, and came to him in front of the door.

The golden vertical pupils under the opponent's mask looked down at him like two sharp knives.After looking at each other for a brief moment, he let out an inexplicable but creepy chuckle from his throat, his voice was soft and hoarse: "... small, ugly."

The word was slowly spit out from his lips, turning slowly, as if he was gnawing his teeth for a moment in his mouth, the sharp canines suppressed the boiling anger and resentment, so that on the surface, it seemed that it was just a greeting special way.

After seeing him, the clown also grinned. The pale complexion on his face and the bright red lip gloss made him show a slightly terrifying smile: "Oh, I've heard of you, Erberist. I heard that you have Just ignore Gotham and let that bat invade your territory. Now, it doesn't seem like that?"

"Gotham is not out of my control, and neither is Batman." Urberist slowly circled around the clown who was forced to sit on the chair: "I allow it, of course I can move in Gotham; no Permitted, they all went to Blackgate, or—Arkham."

He stood in front of the clown, with his hands behind his back, and slightly bowed: "Tell me, why do you bother Batman?"

"Looking for trouble? That's not it!" The clown looked aggrieved: "I'm just playing with him, let him participate in my game!"

Erberister bent his fingers slightly, and suddenly, a condensed darkness suddenly appeared, wrapped around the clown's neck like a twisted rope, strangled him slightly, and had to tilt his head back.Erberist chuckled, the golden light in his eyes flickered like a cold burning flame: "Oh?"

The clown raised his head, and stared at Erberist with pinpoint pupils without blinking: "You are angry, why... Hahahahahaha, I know! Oh, my God, I was thinking about it just now. , Why did Batman find me so quickly, I calculated the time, he shouldn't have come so early. You helped him, right? You are helping him!"

Suddenly, the dark twisted rope around the clown's neck became tighter.Erberist moved closer to his face, and the two looked at each other. Erberister smiled: "Do you know why I helped him? If you stay in Arkham long enough, clown, you will know... …nobody can hurt Batman but me. He's—mine."

The clown was forced to raise his head and stared at Erberist for a while: "Why?" He showed a very contrived expression that looked unhappy: "No, you can't take away the right to play with the little bat, That should be mine!"

"He's mine. And you—" Erberist said with a cold expression, "You don't deserve it."

He straightened up and admitted that he was offended by the madman's words.He shouldn't have talked so much nonsense with him in the first place, he should have just-

A cold murderous intent suddenly emerged from Erberister's body, and the twisted rope wrapped around the clown's neck was tightened immediately.Suddenly, the contract on his chest became hot, and Erberist snapped his fingers, and a fishy smell burst out of his throat.

That was Batman's previous "cannot kill" order restricting him. When he realized that Erberist had the intention to disobey the order, the contract immediately came into operation, preventing him from further actions.

But this was already within Öberister's expectation, the contract only held him back for a moment, and the next moment, Öberister, ignoring the heat from the contract on his chest and the sharply rising pain, pressed his lips tightly together, The spread fingers slowly tighten——

Suddenly, Batman's voice appeared directly in his brain: "Erberister, stop."

He froze for a moment, remembering the scale he had given to Batman that was taken from himself.Erberist didn't expect Batman to discover his intentions so quickly, but he had already made up his mind, and Batman's possible follow-up reactions had already been expected, and a single word could not stop his determination.

He immediately tightened his fingers, the clown's neck was rattling and foaming at the mouth.Just when the five fingers were about to be clenched together, Batman seemed to guess what he was doing, and said in a low voice: "I order you, stop!"

Erberist paused suddenly.

The darkness suddenly dissipated into the air from the clown's neck, and Erberister snorted, a line of blood slowly drawn from the corner of his lips.

He stood still for a moment, stared coldly at the clown who survived the catastrophe, and tried his best to swallow the liquid that surged up his throat.Then turned around, stretched out trembling slender fingers, and opened a space door back to the Bat Cave.

Silence returned to the cell, and the clown fainted on the chair, his head drooping down, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.