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"So..." Flash stretched out a trembling finger: "You are... Lotkea?"

Ye Ya was expressionless: "No."

"But where's your picture?"

"No."

"Then, you are..." Obviously Flash was also very confused, and didn't bother him with the last question: "Are you Erberist?"

"No."

"But he just called you..."

Under the hood of Ye Ya let out a sneer that was completely inconsistent with his usual temperament, and said sullenly: "I said no. Yes."

flash:"……"

He shuddered.

Bruce let out a sigh by the door, walked over the Flash, and walked up to the night crow: "Calm down, Urry." He held the night crow's shoulders with both hands, let him lean on him, then turned his head, and looked at Lightning Xia slightly nodded: "Let's say a few words alone?"

"Oh sure, uh... I'm at the door, bye."

The Flash closed the door, rubbed his head, and sighed against the wall, thinking he might have done something wrong.

……

Bruce slowly pulled down the night crow's hood, exposing the undisguised face to himself, and reassured: "You know the Flash is a reliable friend, it's okay."

Erberist buried his face in Bruce's shoulder, not wanting to speak.

Well, Bruce sighed inwardly. He guessed that he probably understood what Erberist was struggling with. The secret that had been hidden for so long was revealed completely because of a sudden. I am afraid that anyone will have to accept it. The psychological process, not to mention that he was quite resistant to this matter.

If it was the original Bruce from the previous timeline, he would probably tell Urberist in a serious tone that the correct way is to accept this reality immediately; but now, Bruce doesn't want to force him.

"If you're not happy, I'll go talk to Barry," Bruce said, "Relax, you know he won't say anything." Seeing that Erberist still didn't make a sound, Bruce deliberately lowered his voice, his voice was hoarse Magnetic, microstrip coaxing: "Don't be mad, huh?"

"...I'm not..." Erberister finally spoke up: "...I'm not angry."

"Not angry?" Bruce continued to maintain his coaxing voice: "What is that? Say it."

"Well, maybe a little bit, but I'm not very angry, just—" Urberister looked up, Bruce's face was reflected in the golden eyes: "I'm afraid that I——Uberrist's identity I didn’t have a good impression on him, now he probably thinks I’m an evil creature who is good at disguising, or I have ulterior motives..."

Bruce's warm fingertips caressed Erberist's lips, and he had to stop talking.

"I swear he won't." Bruce first stopped Erberist's self-doubt, and then said firmly: "Trust me, talk to him, and you will find that things must be completely different from what you think."

……

When Bruce came out of the room, he saw The Flash leaning on the railing from the corridor to the stairs, sighing and rubbing his toes.

"The Flash," Bruce yelled, seeing The Flash jerk his head back and come to him with a bang.

The Flash didn't say anything, but Bruce seemed to see the panic and worry in the blue eyes staring at him, and smiled slightly: "He's not angry with you." He paused, then continued: "But I think you guys need to talk about it—mainly Erberist, who thinks you might hate him."

"What?" The Flash was stunned: "No, no, why?!"

"So I said you need to talk," Bruce said, "and it's helping me, I've always felt that he needs to be enlightened on the three identities, but I haven't been able to find the right person. You know , given our relationship, I am not suitable for this job."

"No problem." The Flash quickly understood what Bruce meant, and lifted his spirits: "Leave it to me."

The next moment, he came to the room and knocked lightly on the door.

There was no reply inside, and Flash was not too surprised, he opened the door and walked in.

Erberist was standing by the window.

He crossed his arms and looked out the window, not sure what expression he should use to face this hero who accidentally discovered his identity.

Calm down, he pursed his lips and said to himself, just like Bruce said, things won't be as bad as he imagined, and even if they were true, it wouldn't be a big deal, it's not like he hasn't experienced it.

To prepare himself mentally, Erberist turned his head, and his eyes suddenly widened in an instant.

The Flash had already pulled off his hood, and his golden hair looked like a glowing little sun under the light of the room: "Hi, Erberist, my name is Barry Allen, nice to meet you." He stretched out his hand, blue Se's eyes are full of warm smiles: "Would you like to make friends with me?"

Erberist paused for a moment.

Then he stretched out his hand, shook hands with Barry, and smiled: "Yeah."

……

"...When I heard your voice that day, I felt that you were the one who saved my mother. Later, I wanted to talk to you twice about this matter, but you left beforehand." They sat on the sofa together , The Flash rubbed his head, with an embarrassed smile on his face: "It turns out this time... Wow, this is really an accident."

"It was an accident," Erberist thought for a while, "but it's not what I thought...at least it turned out well."

Barry asked: "So, I actually wanted to ask, was that you? In the living room of my house, my mom was robbed and you came up behind me and comforted me and told me to go to the police."

"It is indeed me." Now that Barry has stripped off all three of his vests, Erberist has no intention of hiding anything: "The S.H.I.E.L.D. was tracking down my whereabouts, so generally I would not stay somewhere It's been too long, and no one will notice my existence. But I found that you are too young, so..."

"That's why you told me not to tell the police what you showed up." Barry suddenly realized: "Hey, one more thing, around the time you saved my mother, maybe sooner or later, did you explode from a horse rescued a pilot from his plane?"

Erberist hesitated for a moment, and immediately remembered who Barry was talking about: "...Yes?"

"Oh my god, it's really you!" Barry said excitedly: "You must not have guessed who he is, that's Hal—the father of Green Lantern!"

Of course he knows, Arberist thought, that's why he went—because of the appointment with Doctor Strange.Speaking of the promise, he was getting distressed again, feeling a little uneasy about Barry's enthusiasm.

Realizing that he didn't show the surprised expression as he imagined, but frowned slightly, Barry quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Erberister turned his head and gave him a complicated look: "If," he whispered, "I mean, if, from the very beginning, I... am not a good person, I am not what you imagine, I go around He saved people for other reasons." He didn't know why he said such a thing at this moment, and the answer was simply engraved in his mind, and he didn't need to think about it to know what kind of answer he would get.

But maybe it was Barry who confessed his identity to him, the dark creature who had teased him, which gave Erberist a little different hope, hoping that maybe he could bring a different voice to himself : "...what will you think of me?"

Barry froze for a moment.

Then he immediately realized what Bruce Wayne meant by the "problem of segregation of identities" just now.

The identity of an ordinary person allows Erberist to smoothly enter the world of ordinary people; a superhero allows him to complete the "task" of saving people everywhere in an open and honest manner; there is also a super villain, who uses it to suppress Xiaoxiao , and even provide cover for the other two identities.

But he never thought of them as one person, he divided them, and felt that one identity can only get one response; and they should not intersect with each other, let alone be seen as a whole.

Otherwise, it will be messy, otherwise it will make people feel that he is impure in heart, hiding some evil goals or intentions—or he himself thinks so, saving people everywhere is for other reasons, and he can’t bear it in the first place.” Superhero" title.

The brain immersed in the speed force made Barry flash through countless thoughts and possible responses in an instant, his face became serious, and he said solemnly to Erberist: "I will still respect you as I do now, and treat you Be my friend."

"……why?"

"Because you did those things, not someone else." Barry said solemnly, with just the right doubts in his expression: "No matter what the reason is, isn't it you who saved people and worked hard? I I chose to become a superhero at the beginning because I hoped that Central City would be harmonious and beautiful, and become the peaceful city in my mind. My purpose is not to save people, don’t you think I’m not a superhero?”

Erberist paused for a moment.

"But," it took him a long time to organize his words, and said with difficulty: "This is different from me, they cannot be confused..."

"Urberist," Barry said seriously, holding his hand, "you saved my mother, and I almost lost her, which meant my family would be broken. Similarly, you also stopped many people from A tragedy like mine happened, even though your purpose was not for this at the beginning, we will still thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Otherwise, who would we thank? Thank the person who made you do this? Oh, maybe he is indeed worth it Thanks, but trust me."

"—The person we recognize the most must still be you."