I'm the villain in Gotham

The Flash came to Wayne Manor by accident, and Bruce simply stayed him for dinner.He specifically asked Alfred to have dinner earlier today, so that Flash could have another meal when he returned to X Academy.

In the last timeline, he seldom had the opportunity to eat at the same table with friends from the Justice League at Wayne Manor, let alone Erberist, Dick, who was still sitting at the table.

and his parents.

Because the situation is not clear, Dick is very careful not to reveal Bruce's superhero identity. The Wayne couple's hospitality to the Flash is very thoughtful and friendly, but they do not mention that their son and the new guest are colleagues.

"Are you satisfied with my workmanship, Mr. Flash?"

"Yes, it's amazing!" The Flash said happily, "Alfred, you are really the best chef I have ever met."

"Thank you very much for your compliment." Apparently the old housekeeper was also very happy, bent down and put a plate of cookies in front of him: "For dessert, if you like it, I've made more and I can let you take it away. "

Flash let out a cheer: "Yeah!"

After he happily took Alfred to pack and stood in front of Eberrist with a small cookie with a bow on the package, Eberister said goodbye to him gently, and then opened a call Portal to Academy X.

In order not to be conspicuous, the location of the portal is still next to the lake when they came. Professor X had already gone to do other things. As soon as Flash stepped on the grass, he saw a human-shaped green light in front of him.

"Hi, Hal," Flash shook the bag in his hand happily, "I brought you biscuits!"

"...Thank you?" Hearing that there were biscuits to eat, Green Lantern suddenly became less angry, and stretched out his hand to the bag: "Why have you been here for so long? We are almost eating. Wow, this is delicious, where did you buy it? "

"I went to, uh, Nightcrawler's house, and his family made this." Flash said, "They even kept me for dinner."

Green Lantern: "...you don't call me for dinner!!!"

……

Not long after dinner, Bruce went to the Batcave to guide Dick's training.

He stood aside, keeping his eyes on Dick, and asked, "Do you think Barry's right?"

"I don't know." Erberist looked at him. "Did you already know what he would say to me?"

The corners of Bruce's lips ticked up slightly: "I know my teammates. Barry is the conscience of the Justice League. He has always led us to think in the most friendly way, and this time is the same."

Erberist looked away and looked at Dick: "As you said, he is the most 'friendly' one. Others may not think like him."

Bruce knows he's being touched, but he's just not sure yet: "But I feel the same way, sometimes it's okay to be nice."

This sentence will surely drop the jaws of the teammates and birds in the previous timeline.Erberist didn't know what to say, turned around, and walked towards the stone steps leading to Wayne Manor.

"Wait," Bruce stopped him: "There is one more thing I didn't say, it should be time now. Remember the combat experience I discussed with you?"

Bruce had discussed this with him once, and he believed that Urberist's injury when he met Mungo was due to his inexperience in combat.Erberister touched his abdomen subconsciously, and then said, "Of course, what's wrong?"

"I think you need special training," Bruce said seriously: "You don't need to be proficient in various physical arts like me, but you must know the basic methods when fighting against enemies. I don't deny that when dealing with ordinary people, you can solve them with a wave of your hand." They, but the Mandate of Heaven is upon us, and you need to be ready for that."

"...Okay." Erberist didn't want to admit that he was actually weak in strength, but he quickly cheered up and found benefits for himself: "Are you going to teach me yourself, Bruce?"

"Of course," Bruce knew what the dragon was thinking at a glance, and the corner of one lip slightly curved upwards: "Who else can do this except me?"

Erberist readily agreed: "Then I accept."

Dick hooked his legs to the support pole, put his hands behind his head, and rolled his eyes while hanging upside down.

What else did he want to say, suddenly the Bat computer sounded a piercing siren, this is the detection alarm that Batman once installed all over Gotham, and the accessories will be replaced regularly to make them all work normally, since Bruce recovered his memory, and Er They haven't been ringing for a long time since Behrist has cleaned up Gotham vigorously together.

Bruce frowned, pulled up the bat hood with his hands and put it on his head, and strode to the computer.

The flashing red dot marked the location of the incident. Dick jumped down and went to the computer with Erberist. When they saw Arkham, the expressions of the three became serious at the same time.

There was another beeping sound, Batman tapped the button, and Gordon's voice came out of the speaker immediately: "Batman, I have to tell you some bad news."

Batman said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"The lunatic locked in the innermost part of Arkham, the clown," Gordon put his waist in, glanced inside, and sighed, "He escaped from prison."

"How is it possible?" Erberister frowned, and his first reaction was that he couldn't believe it: "My magic didn't warn me, he should still be locked inside."

Gordon froze for a moment: "Uberister?"

"We'll be there soon." Batman cut off the communication, turned his head to look at Dick, who was already wearing Robin's uniform, and said eagerly, "You stay here."

"...Ah?" Dick was stunned, and then protested: "Why, aren't we partners?"

He looked at Erberist for help, but he didn't expect that Erberist, who had always advocated for him to practice more, would not help him this time: "Bruce is right, Dick, you stay in the Batcave."

After speaking, Erberist released his magic puppet: "I will watch you."

Before the unconvinced Dick could speak, Erberist put on the mask, a burst of black light enveloped his Batman, and led them into the Batcave.

Dick: "..."

Dick: "Hey, that's not fair!"

"The Joker is a very dangerous and difficult enemy," Lotkea said, sitting in the chair in front of the computer, ready to provide Batman with remote assistance: "He can escape from prison without me to prove it. And he's pretty obsessed with Batman, we're not sure if you're the target of his operation."

"So what?" Dick said unwillingly, "It's the same as the enemies we usually encounter are easy to deal with. I still beat them all down."

Lotkea thought of his successor, paused for a moment, and said in a cold voice, "The clown is different."

……

Gordon was still pacing in the clown's cell, and the next moment, a burst of black light startled him.

Seeing the two figures walking out of it, Gordon covered his forehead and sighed: "You can't do it without scaring me every time, can you?"

"Let's get down to business." As it was about the Joker, Batman's cautiousness suddenly increased several notches.He glanced at the figure beside Gordon, and immediately frowned: "What is that?"

Oberist looked at the clown in the cell who was well restrained by the restraint belt and still showing his typical evil smile at them, narrowed his eyes, walked towards him, and stretched out his hand to him.

Suddenly, the sharp fingertips passed through him like passing through a layer of illusion.

"It's an illusion," said Erberister, looking around: "It's not magic, there is no other magic smell here except mine, and besides, if someone uses magic, I will know immediately—oh... Virtual reality projection technology."

Gordon wondered, "What, what is that?"

"A projection technology that can be immersive enough to make it look real." Batman followed Erberist's gaze to find the machine that was hidden in the dark and was working diligently: "It has just been developed by Stark Industries. It has not been put into official use yet.”

"He used this to escape my surveillance," Erberist's voice softened, and the low tone was full of irritation and coolness of being fooled: "Okay—very good."

"So, what do you mean," Gordon figured out why it happened: "Someone came to Arkham with the technology that Stark just invented, deceived your magic, and rescued the clown?"

Batman said, "Yes."

"Okay, I'm glad we figured out the darkest part of the whole case from the start," Gordon said, "Then we just have to go to Stark Industries and find out who stole their technology, right? ?”

Batman and Erberist exchanged glances.

"Leave this to us, Jim," said Batman. "It's a little tricky."

"Oh," Erberist chuckled, "it's funny how he dared to fool me."

Gordon: "..."

It seems that these two people took the most important task away very actively. Given the crazy things the clown did last time, Gordon also understands that the most important thing now is to find this lunatic, so as to save him from using a bomb on a whim. Blow up Gotham.

And the clown has been imprisoned in Arkham for so long, there is reason to guess that he is holding back a big move in his heart.

So Gordon asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Mobilize people and put the whole city on alert," Batman said in a deep voice, "I don't know how long the clown has been running, we must face him with the worst plan."

Gordon nodded: "Understood."

The next moment, a black mist rose around Erberister and Batman, and then the figures disappeared from the room.

Gordon: "..."

Well, at least this time, Batman ran in front of him.

He pushed open the iron door of the cell, and clapped his hands to the police officers who were waiting outside: "Alright guys, we have big things to do!"