I'm the villain in Gotham

Lotkea cuts the ingredients, puts the pasta in the pan, pours olive oil into another pan, and prepares to make the sauce.

Peter looked at him eagerly.

Soon, the sweet aroma of beef and tomato came out. The sweet and sour taste and the spicy aroma of the meat made the hungry Peter swallow his saliva, and he couldn't help saying: "Mr. Duck, I didn't expect you to do it again." rice."

"Well, I learned it later. If you want to learn, I can teach you." Lotkea smiled, took out another pot, and planned to fry some more slices of bacon: "How much do you want to eat?"

"Three pieces are enough." Peter's eyes followed his hands, and he praised sincerely: "You are really amazing. The achievements in academic research are beyond the reach of most people, and you are the solid backing of superheroes. The calculation ability is also very powerful, and you can even cook delicious food..."

The fat burst between the bacon and the bottom of the pot, and the special meaty aroma that has been fully infiltrated lingers on the tip of the nose.Lotkea turned over some slices of bacon and was about to say something when he heard Peter ask in a voice full of admiration and envy: "Why do you do everything well, because of your hobby?"

Lotkea paused slightly with the hand holding the shovel.

Hobby?

No, he is very clear that this is not the case, whether it is learning human science and technology, practicing cooking, or other things... At the beginning, he just hoped that he could become more "useful".

At that time, Batman was lukewarm to him, even full of scrutiny and hostility, and he wanted to change that.

But the fact is not as he thought. After a long time, Erberist finally figured out that Batman doesn’t need him to do these things to change his attitude towards him. Batman just needs time and experience to prove it, and needs sincerity to trust. .

Now their relationship is different from everything Erberist imagined in the past, but it is more wonderful. They are attracted to each other, and the love surging in their hearts is more compatible than the contract.Now Erberist no longer needs to prove anything, even if he will still provide Batman with all kinds of help, but that is more for himself, he has gradually no longer have to rack his brains to please Batman, Watch carefully to see if he likes it.

He was immersed in thinking until Peter's voice called him back to reality: "Mr. Dark...?"

Peter's voice was very low and uncertain. After Lotkea looked over, he pointed to the frying pan in front of Lotkea carefully.

During this period of thinking, the bacon has become a film.

Lotkea: "..."

He sighed angrily, threw away the scrapped bacon in the pot, and prepared to cook a new one: "Sorry, I was distracted."

"No, I should be the one apologizing," Peter said. "I don't think I should have asked that question."

"It's nothing," Lotkea explained while taking out the already cooked pasta, "I did think of some from the past... But it's nothing, they have passed, and I'm fine now. And, not to mention other things, now I really like the pleasure brought by scientific research."

The bacon was sizzling again, and the sauce had thickened and looked quite delicious. Lotkea turned off the fire and turned the bacon in the other frying pan over. : "As for my cooking skills... do you know that I have a good relationship with the Wayne family in Gotham City?"

"Hmm..." Afraid that Lotkaia would recall something sad again, Peter hurriedly said, "I remember that you work in Wayne's research department, but I don't know anything else."

"Ha, then you must not know that before I went to the scientific research department, I was actually Bruce's tutor." The bacon was also fried, and Lotkea put them on the plate and winked at Peter .

"Really?" Peter was indeed shocked: "That Mr. Bruce Wayne?!"

"Yes," Lotkea mixed the pasta and meat sauce with Peter, and brought them to the table: "For some reason, I just came to Gotham, alone, and the Wayne couple took me in. But I didn't want to take their favor for nothing, so I decided to tutor Bruce, who was very young at the time."

"So I learned my cooking skills from Alfred, the housekeeper of Wayne's family," Lotkea said with a smile and blinked, "You will only know after trying, Alfred's cooking skills are much better than mine gone."

"Oh!" Peter looked at him with wide eyes, brown eyes full of desire to try.

The two ended the topic very briskly.Lotkea held a fork and ate in a very elegant and polite way; Peter was so hungry that even though the amount of pasta in front of him was nearly twice as much as that on Lotkea's plate, the reduction in the ratio of noodles was no less than that of Lotkea. Tekea's slow.

After wolfing down the meal, the hunger in his stomach finally eased. Peter looked at Lotkea's slow eating method, and began to feel embarrassed, and then slowed down: "By the way, Mr. Duck," he looked at Lotkea. Kaiya's face looked very curious: "Looking at the photo, I thought you were about the same age as Mr. Wayne, it sounds like you are a little older than him?"

"It's actually much older, but I look younger," Lotkaia replied very frankly: "Bruce was only seven years old when I came to Wayne's house, but I was already an adult at that time."

"……real?!"

"Of course," Lotkea shrugged, "I'm older than all of you."

Obviously Peter couldn't understand the deep meaning of this sentence, and his expression looked very shocked: "But you look more like brothers." Even, not that he said, maybe Bruce and Tony looked a little older than him...

Lotkea laughed. "A lot of people say that, and I guess Bruce would like it to be more."

Peter asked, "Why, because you two are very close?"

Lotkea suddenly got stuck: "Well, this..."

Just as he was thinking of a better answer, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Lotkea raised his eyebrows, thinking it was Tony who came: "Tony? Come in."

Just in case, Peter had already put on the Spider-Man hood when he heard the knock on the door.Lotkea originally wanted to say that he didn't need to be so cautious, anyway, Tony knew who he was, but when the door was opened, Lotkea was shocked: "...Bruce?"

"Hi, Lotkea," Bruce hurriedly strode in from the door, looked him up and down, and finally felt relieved: "Tony said you fainted before, but now you seem to be fine."

"Well... I'm fine." They just talked about Bruce, Lotkea felt guilty, stood up quickly, and introduced to him: "He...Spiderman, this is Bruce Wayne, Bruce, this It's my friend, Spider-Man."

"Hello." Bruce shook hands with Spider-Man, then glanced at the dining table: "Did you eat now?" He took out a tissue on the dining table and gently wiped what was left on the corner of Lotkea's mouth. Less obvious sauce.

Originally, this movement was nothing, but in the space where other people were present, the tips of Lotkea's ears turned red in an instant: "Thank you, thank you."

Spider-Man's eyes were already looking straight.

The poor little spider was stunned by the shock of this scene, until Bruce casually looked over and gave him a rather friendly smile.

Spider-Man suddenly shuddered, and the spider sensed the screams, which made him burst into the fastest speech in his life: "I, I, I seem to have something to do. I'm leaving first, see you, Mr. Duck!"

"But you haven't finished your meal yet..." Before Lotkea could stop him, Spider-Man had already jumped and ran away. After the figure disappeared, he still didn't forget to close the door with a squeak of spider silk.

Lotkea looked at his rapidly disappearing back, turned to look at Bruce, and frowned suspiciously.

Bruce raised his voice slightly as if nothing happened, "Jar, can you please go out for a while?"

"Okay, Mr. Wayne," Jar said softly, "If you need anything, please call me in the corridor."

Bruce took out a shielding device from his suit pocket and put it on the table: "Uberrist," he frowned slightly: "Are you really okay?"

"Really," Lotkea knew what he was asking: "Although I was really tired at the time, I was fine after a night's sleep. Don't underestimate the souls of dark creatures." He smiled: "As for My body, the destiny I see is just a projection, there is no conflict, and the warships of the Cree can't hurt me."

"That's good." Bruce turned his gaze to the half plate of pasta left on the dining table: "You continue to eat, I'll wait for you here."

"Don't just talk about me, have you eaten yet?" Lotkea frowned slightly: "After you've been fighting all day?"

Bruce said calmly, "I'm used to it."

"That was before," Lotkea's tone became unhappy: "Now, in another new timeline, I hope you can..."

He paused, then turned his head and stopped talking.Bruce knew that he was angry, but he didn't want to show it. He was silent for a while—probably because of his subtly changing expression, the silence seemed to be a little bewildered—then his tone softened a little: "You still have Can I eat anything else?"

Lotkea: "...Except for what's on my plate, nothing."

He and Peter had just finished eating the last bit of food left, and of course Bruce couldn't eat Peter's, so there was just... um, huh?

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll eat this?"

"No, don't," Lotkeya reacted belatedly, the blush from the tips of his ears spread to his cheeks: "We can go outside, I think there will be a lot of food in that kitchen."

Bruce started laughing, "But that's all I want?"

"That's, that's mine." Lotkea took a deep breath, then raised his head: "But I just remembered that there is still milk in the refrigerator, or you can drink that."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "What's in Tony's kitchen?"