I'm the villain in Gotham

While the superheroes were all looking at Nick Fury on the screen, Erberist took a step back and opened a dark portal behind him, engulfing his figure and disappearing in the battleship.

The next moment, he was back in the Batcave.

At this time, the old butler had already gone back to his room to sleep. Batman didn't wear a hood, his expression was calm, his fingertips were facing each other, and he was sitting in front of the huge computer screen, waiting for him to come back.

Realizing this, Erberister's original exhaustion was swept away, and the slightly indifferent and arrogant golden eyes softened instantly.Finding that he was back in the Batcave, Batman turned the swivel chair the other way, watching him with steel blue eyes.

Erberist took off the mask on his face, and at the same time took a step forward, and then his figure flickered, and came to Batman: "Bruce." He whispered the name of his master and lover in a soft voice.

Batman nodded slightly: "How is the situation?"

"Everything went well," except for the part where he had to act with himself: "I rescued Captain America, and I also transferred the Skrull battleship to New York, and SHIELD will be in place soon." Speaking of this, he After a slight pause, he pondered and said: "I saw part of the Braidagu's brain, the Skrull battleship that came to Earth is not the only one, because they are afraid of being discovered by the Green Lantern, they are all scattered and hidden in the solar system. in the corner."

It was because of this that Erberist had a time lag.When the superheroes boarded the ship, Bredagu sent out a distress signal, but because the reinforcements were too far away, before the Skrulls who came to the rescue arrived, Erberist had already sent the entire battleship together with the above. All kinds of equipment were packed and brought back to Earth.

What will be left to the Skrulls will be the signal that suddenly disappears, and the empty and silent space without leaving any traces.

I'm afraid they are still looking around for battleships now.

Batman nodded, indicating that he understood.

"And one more thing," said Uberiste: "Brydagu said that the Skrulls came to Earth for a war, but unfortunately he didn't have time to say more. Do you know what he means? ?”

"...war." Batman repeated the word under his breath.

In his memory, Batman has faced countless wars, large and small, between the earth, the earth and aliens, two alien planets, or several universes... He can recall There are too many wars, but can't remember which one involved the Skrulls: "I'm not sure." He finally said: "There are too many possibilities, I can't judge."

Time has long been rewritten beyond recognition, and now even if he is suddenly told that Destiny and Darkseid are teaming up to attack the earth, Batman will not be so surprised.

——Although he always felt that the Titan star and the dark tyrant had different beliefs, and he was not the same person at all.

"You don't know?" Erberist turned his head slightly: "That's okay," he raised the corners of his lips, and bowed slightly to his master and lover: "I swear, they won't harm Earth."

His golden eyes were shimmering, the smile on his face was polite, his confidence and arrogance were restrained with restraint, and all of them were filled into his eyes.

Batman looked at his dragon, his own shadow was reflected in his clear eyes, he stared at his own reflection, and slowly smiled: "Yes, I know."

With the approval of the owner, Erberist looked like a large dog whose hair had been smoothed from head to tail, and raised his chin arrogantly, looking proud and proud.

Batman admires the way he looks for a moment - he doesn't really want to admit that he does, it's probably just a kind of, uh, involuntary contemplation - and then suddenly realizes what he's doing and looks away , coughed lightly: "Speaking of business - I mean, the Skrulls still have several warships, does Tony know?"

"He should know," Erberist didn't notice Batman's embarrassment, and thought for a while, "After seeing Tony, Lotkea told him..."

"You," Batman said suddenly, "you told him."

"It's me," Erberist froze for a moment, "but, actually, I'm still..."

"Nothing good or bad," Batman urged, interrupting another dead end of his thinking, "Go on."

"Okay," Erberist agreed graciously: "In short, I told him that he had to come and help me defeat the firewall set up by Bridagu. Before we returned to Earth, Jar had completely taken over the battleship. Including all the information stored on it." He thought for a while, and just in case, he said: "Lo...I will find a chance to ask Tony." In order to avoid the soul problems of the superheroes, Lotkea over there, Already left the control room.

Seeing the well-preserved defensive device through the eyes of the magic puppet, Oberist remembered this again: "Also, regarding the defensive device, the current technology and materials on the earth are not up to the Skrulls' idea." In the same way, I can design a lower configuration, which can barely be put into use."

Erberist has said many times about the defense device, and Batman asked with interest: "What function can it achieve?"

"If the number is large enough, the protective barrier produced should be able to cover an area as large as half of New York City," Erberist said critically while dabbling and altering the original design of the defense device in his mind: " The strength can probably resist the energy produced by a small nuclear bomb explosion, but no matter how many functions, such as collecting energy for recycling, the effect may be negligible.”

This function is beyond Batman's imagination. It is conceivable that after the earth's technology catches up in a few years, they will be able to fully play the role of defense devices, and they can even be made more advanced and have a wider range of effects. The defense factor of the entire earth will increase a lot: "It's already very good." He looked at Erberist and paused: "It's done well."

Sure enough, Erberist's eyes lit up again.

This time he didn't let his happiness show for too long, so he put it away reservedly: "Do you need me to do anything?" He looked at the screen of the bat computer: "Or go back to sleep?"

"No," Batman had already turned his chair back, put his hands on the keyboard, and started the working mode, while refusing: "I need to classify these materials."

Erberist asked, "Shall I help you?"

"No need," Batman rejected his suggestion without looking back: "You can go back and rest." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and saw Erberist's closed eyes, and nothing The action of hesitating, turning around and walking away.

Batman clenched his fingers and kept his voice calm, as if he was casually asking about tomorrow's weather: "Or, you can stay for a while."

Erberist turned his head.

He paused for a while, and asked a little hesitantly and uncertainly, "Can you?"

"Of course," Batman's fingers tapped on the keyboard: "Since you don't need to rest, you don't need to..." He suddenly turned his head, his brows furrowed unconsciously: "Are you injured on the battleship?"

"Of course not," Erberister snorted a little dissatisfied: "They can't hurt me yet."

Batman turned his head back again: "Then you can find a place to stay for a while, I think I still have...about an hour, and then we can go upstairs together."

"Okay." Because of Batman's permission, Erberist stayed happily, found a place in the corner that would not disturb Batman, and looked at the huge coin next to him.

Batman waited for a while but didn't hear the sound, and he couldn't see someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. When he turned around, he realized that Erberist was half the Batcave away from him.

Batman felt choked, as if a mouthful of air was choked in his chest, and he couldn't get up or swallow it: "Uberrist," he pointed to the test bench beside him: "Stand here."

Erberist walked over in a daze: "Is there any material that I need to test?" He looked at the empty desktop that had been cleaned, and his expression became more puzzled.

Batman sighed, stood up and walked to Erberist, first pushed him to the chair and sat down, then pressed his shoulders, and quickly touched his lips, the low voice was suppressed in his throat, softly Barely heard: "It would be better if you were closer to me."

Erberist was dumbfounded.

Watching Batman return to his chair, the black cloak hanging down like a skirt, Erberist was stunned for a long time, his cheeks blushed belatedly.

He rubbed his hot ear tips with his fingers, pursed his lips awkwardly, and began to look left and right in the bat cave, trying to ease the embarrassment.Immediately afterwards, he saw a tray of food on a table not far away.A plate of cookies for two, a glass of juice - for him, of course, and a glass of milk - probably Bruce's?

Erberist hooked his fingers, and the tray immediately appeared beside him.There is also a note on the milk cup, which is full of classical English cursive words that Alfred used to use: Please drink it while it is still warm.

Erberist touched it, and it was cold enough, obviously the owner who should have owned it didn't want to finish the job.

So Erberist looked at Batman: "Bruce," he raised the glass of milk in his hand to Batman: "You forgot this."

Batman glanced over. "It's getting cold."

"It doesn't matter," Erberist said with an innocent expression, "I heated it up for you just now, look, it's steaming now."

Batman: "..."

Batman: "No."

"Shall we drink?"

"Do not."

He was prepared to be asked again and refused again, but to his surprise—Uberrist's voice didn't come back.Batman glanced aside calmly, saw Erberister's eyelashes drooping, his face full of injuries and disappointment, and he sighed silently.

... This dragon must be pretending.Batman thought calmly.

Then he said, "Already hot? Bring it to me."