I'm the villain in Gotham

In the end, after a compromise between the two, Lotkea sat at the table and finished the plate of pasta while telling Bruce what happened after he closed the wormhole.

"When I wanted to destroy the split body of the supreme intelligence, the projection of destiny suddenly appeared in front of me." Lotkea raised his fork and stuffed the noodles into his mouth: "He doesn't know who I am, but he must be You saw my strength, so you didn't dare to underestimate me."

The purple Titan and the dark creature with two horns on his forehead stood opposite each other. Even though they were separated by a layer of projection, they still felt the other's extremely powerful aura and power that was hard to ignore.

Tianming's arrogant expression gradually became serious: "Who are you? I have traveled across the universe for many years, and it seems that I have never heard of your name."

"Maybe it's because I don't like to be famous." Eberrist smiled softly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I am Eberister, whether you have heard of me or not, but I need to warn you — don't touch the earth."

Tianming narrowed his eyes: "Oh?"

"Why?" He put his hands behind his back and started to walk around: "As far as I heard, the earth is a rather remote and backward planet, and no one has taken a fancy to it, except for the meddling Green Lanterns of Star OA, The creatures on that planet have no connection with other planets in the universe."

Erberist chuckled, and unceremoniously exposed the loopholes in Destiny's words: "If the earth is really like what you said, why did you send the Kerry Empire to occupy it?"

The Supreme Wisdom, who had not dared to make a sound until now, quit as quiet as a chicken: "I am just a cooperative relationship with Destiny, and the Cree Empire will not yield to anyone!"

Destiny didn't even glance at it, and was now interested in Erberist, an enemy he had never seen before: "Then why do you have to be on the side of the earth?"

Erberist lowered his voice, his voice was soft and sweet, like a poisonous snake with colorful and beautiful scales, extremely deadly: "Of course it's because—the earth is mine."

Destiny finally stood still and looked at Erberist.The two people looked at each other, and neither of them moved. The oppressive force emitted during the period made the objects in the entire space tremble, shaking to escape this nightmare, and even the projection became distorted and blurred, and the line was about to be disconnected.

After a while, since Destiny is far away on the other side of the universe, the confrontation in the eyes will not help this confrontation at all. Erberist is determined to stand on the side of the earth, and it is conceivable that Destiny will never let it go want something.

The moment before the projection disappeared, Tianming said coldly: "We will meet again."

Erberister raised his chin slightly: "I look forward to that moment."

With a "beep", the projection was completely turned off.

Erberist turned his gaze back, focused on the trembling Supreme Wisdom, and smiled.

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"After that, you destroyed the division of the Supreme Intelligence?" Bruce asked.

"Since the Cree Empire dares to offend the Earth, they must anticipate the consequences." Lotkea ate the last bite of spaghetti: "Let them mess up for a while, lest they want to come to Earth for revenge."

Bruce didn't express any opinion on Lotkea's approach. In fact, he quite agrees with this solution, but this doesn't mean he has nothing to say: "I still think your approach this time is too risky." He Said in a disapproving tone: "If Mandate of Heaven is on the main ship of the Kree Empire, or is nearby, or just happens to have energy, you may encounter him unexpectedly, and we don't even know what you encountered, Can't help you."

Lotkea said unconcernedly, "I don't think he's stronger than me."

Oh, yes, having survived for countless hours, the evil dragon bred by darkness certainly has the right to think this way, even if it is a cosmic overlord with a separatist regime, a reputation outside the world, and the name that makes people tremble with fear, it seems that it is not difficult for him. solved problem.Bruce looked at Lotkea, and asked coldly: "A few years ago, when Mungo came to Earth, why were you injured?"

Lotkea fiddled with the fork hand for a moment.

Of course, Bruce didn't mean to poke his wound, but mentioning that battle still made Lotkea feel a faint pain in his abdomen: "That's, that's because..." He said with a little confidence: "Because I was Night Raven."

He didn't want to reveal his identity, and he couldn't use other abilities other than Night Crow. Of course, his strength was greatly reduced, so he was taken advantage of.Lotkea thought.

"Even if only space-related abilities are enough," Bruce said, "From the beginning to the end, you did a good job. Until the end, think carefully about why you were injured?" His tone was calm and pointed to the point: "Because Mongol Tricked you with fake moves, and you fell for it. It has nothing to do with your use of abilities, it's just that you are inexperienced in combat, so even Mungo can hurt you."

Lotkea sat on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, and finally stopped talking.

Bruce pulled out a chair and sat next to him: "This is just meeting Mungo. If you face destiny alone, you can't guarantee that you will be as lucky as last time."

Sometimes being strong is also a disadvantage. Bruce does not deny that he is precise and familiar with the use of magic, but that is all there is to it, because Erberist has never encountered any decent opponents and cannot be trained. Even Superman, who debuted for more than two years, probably has much more combat experience than Eberrist.

Bruce looked at Lotkea, who was holding his face with displeasure written all over his face, secretly thinking that maybe it was time to implement the idea he had once had.

But he didn't bring it up at this time. Tony disliked him for his low EQ just now, but he didn't forget this: "Lotkea," he gently rubbed his fingers against the side of Lotkea's face, calling him back. God: "Have you finished eating?"

"Oh...ah." Only then did Lotkea react, and stood up from the chair: "I thought... then shall we go out?"

"Of course." Bruce nodded, turned off the jammer, put it back in his pocket, and then smiled at Lotkea: "To be honest, I haven't eaten anything except the morning meal. "

"I should have known that I should have waited for you to finish eating before talking about that," Lotkea frowned, and couldn't help speeding up his pace: "That...isn't an important thing."

They came to the kitchen on the other side of the corridor, and in the distance was the lounge of the superheroes. There were constant laughter and noises coming from it. Lotkea also heard the Green Lantern yelling loudly. Tucker Tower left.

Hearing his voice, Lotkea remembered something, and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready to put the food in the Hall of Justice? Don't let them go out for food all the time." The Justice League is too poor, At any rate, they have the richest man in Gotham as their financial backing.

Bruce turned to look at him with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Lotkea smiled triumphantly: "I guess you won't let go of the good opportunity that they are all here."

While talking, they had already walked into the kitchen. The semi-open kitchen seemed to have a larger space. Lotkea opened the huge refrigerator: "What do you plan to eat?"

"Simple is fine." Bruce leaned on the cooking table beside him, watching Lotkea rummaging in the refrigerator, showing a bit of leisure that he hadn't noticed.

Lotkea asked, "I'll make a quick meal first, how about a sandwich?"

Bruce said, "Anything but a green salad."

"Oh, that won't work, that one will be left for you and Tony to eat together." Lotkea laughed and took out the ingredients from the refrigerator: "You eat this first to fill your stomach, and then I'll make something else."

He took out the ham slices neatly and brushed them with a layer of olive oil. Bruce stood beside him to help wash the lettuce.

Seeing Bruce start to touch the kitchen utensils, Lotkea hesitated to speak, and said, "Uh...be careful?"

Bruce didn't care and was very confident: "Trust me, there's nothing technical about it..."

Bruce: "..."

Lotkea: "..."

The two looked at the pile of torn lettuce leaves that seemed to have been bombed by bombers, and fell silent for a while.

The helper, like a troublemaker, had to wash his hands and stand behind Lotkea.Watching him pass the lettuce through warm water, fish it out immediately when it is green, and put it aside for later use.

When Lotkea turned around to get the bread slices, he suddenly remembered that he and Spider-Man chatted while cooking like this a few ten minutes ago, and they were talking about Bruce Wayne himself standing behind him, so he couldn't help laughing for a moment.

Bruce asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Lotkea cut off the corners of the bread slices: "I just thought... I used to hope that when I showed enough sincerity and trust to you, you could return the same to me. But now ,"

He turned and looked at Bruce: "I think I did."

Bruce watched him, Lotkea's face reflected in Bruce's jeweled blue eyes.

"...Yes," he sighed, took a step forward, tilted his head slightly, touched Lotkea's lips lightly, and deepened the kiss after obtaining the other party's permission: "But it's actually not you, it's me It did, and those should have been my responsibility."

He didn't say sorry, apology and tenderness melted into this sticky kiss.Lotkea was pressed by Bruce and sat on the cooking table. The two hugged each other tightly, and the atmosphere was wonderful and warm.

Until there was a sound of swallowing saliva next to him.

Lotkea shook violently, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of several figures from the corner of his eye, and Bruce held the back of his head and pressed him into his arms.Bruce held Lotkea's waist with one hand, his eyes were sharp, and he looked aside angrily.

A group of superheroes stood dumbfounded at the entrance of the kitchen. Spider-Man stood at the front, holding half a bag of potato chips in his hand. Tony covered his mouth, and Steve covered his eyes tightly.

Realizing that they had been spotted by Bruce, Tony and Bucky looked at each other with narrow smiles on their faces at the same time, and then whistled a duet in very tacit understanding.

Bruce: "..."