I'm the villain in Gotham

Lotkea was attracted by the continuous notification tone of the mobile phone.

Not many people know this number belonging to Lotkea, and even fewer people will send him a message like this. If Bruce is looking for him, the message sent will be more concise and clear. Eddie and him work in the same place, Tony Will call him directly, and others are less likely to do so.

So... Lotkea picked up the phone, raised her eyebrows as expected, and realized that she had guessed right.

"Hey Mr. Duck, we haven't seen each other for a long time since you came back to Gotham, I want to tell you some good news!"

"Oh, of course, before that, I guess you might want to ask about my recent situation. I don't know why, since I started being a superhero, there seem to be more and more villains in New York, and they keep grabbing me. Put, and—I don't understand why, their villain's names are all related to animals! God, are they imitating me?"

Thinking of Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Rhinoceros... Lotkea couldn't help laughing, swiped her slender fingers, and continued to read the news below.

"Other than these, my life is fairly peaceful. When I met Mr. Stark in New York a few days ago, he told me to study hard and focus on school—hey, don't worry about this at all. Because I get A+s in every subject, as long as, uh... as long as the professor doesn't deduct my normal grades for being late (sad face)."

"Ah, of course I didn't mean to be late, it's just that every time I go to school, there will be some villains to make troubles. I swear those are coincidences, but after subduing them, I have to find a way to explain to the professor. The reason for being late...God, why do bad guys like to do bad things in the morning? Shouldn't they have a good sleep all day, and then come out in the dead of night?!"

Lotkea couldn't help but want to laugh again: "But I remember that you also go out to watch the night at night. It seems that the criminals don't plan to stop all day long."

The speed of sending messages on the other side paused slightly.

Then more words and more exclamation points: "Mr. Dak, you are here! Yes, I think you are so right, they just run out anytime, anywhere throughout the day!!!"

"But I can't ignore it, so... that's all I can do. Fortunately, there are still Avengers in New York. I will ask them for help when I am really in trouble. Now that Jar already knows me, he will listen to my request. Find the most suitable hero and recommend it to me, hey, he's great!"

Peter babbled about his daily life on the other side for a long time, and then realized that he still had something to say, so he sent an embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duck, a lot has really happened since you left New York. I want to tell you everything, hehe. Ah, by the way, the good news I just said is—"

"I'm coming to Gotham!"

Lotkea: "..."

Ok? ? ?

"You may not know," probably guessing that he was full of question marks, Peter immediately explained: "Midtown Middle School organizes a science team to participate in the competition every year. In Gotham. So, in a couple of days I'm going to be in Gotham to compete."

Indeed, thanks to the huge economic benefits created by Wayne Enterprises, Gotham is indeed a city that often hosts various large-scale events. Victor Stone just played football here last year, because the opponent was the Mets team , and attracted Clark to take pictures; then the science team from Peter School came to Gotham to participate in a knowledge competition, it seems that it is not a very special thing.

But... Lotkea was still worried about safety.

Not worried about Peter's classmates, but mainly worried about Peter himself.

When he returned to the Batcave, Bruce, who had already put on Batman gear, was about to tell him and Dick about this: "There will be a science competition in Gotham in a week, and we need to ensure the safety of outsiders."

"Yes, I know about it," Lotkea sighed tiredly: "Peter told me, he said he would come too."

Dick was putting on the boots of Robin's uniform, and asked, "Who's Peter?"

"A friend, very young, just started high school this year." Lotkea didn't intend to reveal Peter's other identity to others casually: "He's a very smart boy, and I guess you should get along very well. "

Dick joked with him: "Why, because he also likes to play games?"

"Hmm... that's right," Lotkea shrugged. "Maybe you can make an appointment to play games together. I invited him to Wayne Manor as a guest. Remember to hide your Robin uniform."

"No problem." Dick was very curious about this boy named Peter.Lotkea didn't have many friends, and most of them were very old—at least about Bruce's age, and when he first heard that he had a friend from high school, Dick was dying of curiosity.

……

The day before Peter was about to leave for Gotham, Lotkaia still didn't forget to send him a message to remind him: "Don't bring your uniform, Gotham is a very exclusive city, here has her own superheroes, and bats Superman really doesn't like other superheroes in his city. You might want to know that the last time Superman came to Gotham, he was scolded."

Peter: "...wow."

This kind of secret sounds more interesting than participating in a competition, but it's a pity that Lotkea doesn't plan to go any further: "In short, Gotham has Gotham's rules, and the villains here are also very different from those you usually see. Believe me For your safety, the best way for me is to be an ordinary person."

Peter had no choice but to say that he knew.

But when he finally packed the suitcase, he hesitated and took the uniform and the spider silk shooter with him.

Just... just in case.Of course, he must listen to Mr. Duck and will not act recklessly—as long as he does not encounter danger, such as the hotel where he lives suddenly explodes, or someone kidnaps his classmates as hostages or something.

Putting the uniform on the bottom, Peter covered the box and shouted to Aunt May who told him to go downstairs: "I'm coming!"

The rented bus has already parked at the gate of the school, and the team members participating in the science competition have rushed to line up to get on the bus. The captain of this competition, Liz, is counting the participants with a list: "...Mary Jane, Harry, Gwen..."

"Hi, Harry?" Gwen was a little surprised to see him. "Wow, congratulations...well, I mean, I thought you wouldn't come."

"Ha, I passed the exam at the end, and now I'm your substitute." Harry said proudly, "Of course, it's all thanks to Peter helping me make up my lessons."

"Speaking of Peter," Liz, who heard their conversation and was counting people, asked, "Have you seen him? We're leaving soon."

"Oh……"

"Uh……"

MJ and Harry looked at each other and said in unison: "He always likes to get stuck, let's wait."

"Hey, Harry, MJ!!" As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard shouts from the corner of the street.

"You're here." When Peter ran to the front of the car, the corners of Harry's lips curled up, deliberately threatening: "If you don't come, we will drive."

"That's right," MJ put his hands on Gwen's shoulders: "When the time comes, you will have to give up your position to the two of us."

"Ha," Peter scratched his hair awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm late again."

"Not yet, it's on time this time," Liz smiled at him: "Hurry up and get in the car, we have other things to do."

The bus started, Liz finished reading the requirements for the competition, and sat back in her seat after receiving the approval of the accompanying teacher, MJ and Harry began to whisper to Peter: "Have you brought all the certificates and review materials required for the competition? "

"Oh... oh, I have it, do you want to see it?" Peter started to frantically flip through the backpack he was carrying, but was stopped by Harry: "Okay buddy, we just make sure, don't let this always Guys who lose everything don't really make it to the game."

Peter immediately reassured: "Hey, no, I've been looking forward to this game for a long time."

"Well...it didn't start until after the competition, and we have a day and a half to rest," MJ began to flip through the schedule: "Maybe you have somewhere to play?"

"We'd better choose a time during the day," Harry said. "My dad said Gotham isn't safe at night, so we better stay out at night."

"That's right." Gwen, who heard their voices, also turned her head and joined the conversation: "Although Gotham has Batman now, but--that's Gotham! And I don't know if you have heard of it, brother The villain in Tan is different from other places, there is a very dangerous dark creature there, I heard that he has killed many people. Knowing that the place where I participated in the competition was Gotham, my dad almost canceled my registration."

"Officer Stacey is overprotective of you," MJ said, "It's only daytime, it's okay, anyone want to see the Batlights?"

The proposal was approved unanimously.

"Me! Of course, my God," Gwen said excitedly: "That's the Bat Light, which the police officers in Gotham use to summon Batman!"

"The word summoning is too funny," Harry laughed out loud. "It sounds like Batman is some magical fairy."

"But, uh," Peter questioned, "I heard that the Bat Light is on the roof of the Gotham City Police Department, shouldn't we go up?"

"Usually, yes," Harry said, "but it seems to be to promote economic development. Recently, Gotham has been vigorously developing tourism, led by Mayor Harvey Dent, turning many parts of Gotham into Tourist attractions, including bat lights - of course, limited time and limited visits per day."

Thinking of the Batman who could scold Superman away that Lotkea repeatedly reminded in the message, Peter was shocked: "Really?"

"Of course, why are you lying to me?" MJ pointed out the window: "Look, it's still an ad made by Bruce Wayne himself!"

Following MJ's finger, Peter looked out the window, only to realize that the bus had already driven to the outskirts of Gotham.A huge sign stands not far from the road, with the charming and handsome smiling face of Gotham Prince Bruce on it, and a line of big characters written below: Welcome to Gotham.

Peter: "..."

Peter: "..."

Peter couldn't help thinking about the possibility that Mr. Wayne was tricked into taking the photo, such as telling him that he was going to be awarded a spiritual civilization award when taking the photo.

——This is too weird, isn't it? !