I'm the villain in Gotham

"boom--!"

The sound of the bullet being fired echoed in the room, and in an instant, a black magic circle popped out of Lotkea's body, dutifully resisting all damage for him.

The pistol/gun whose bullet was blocked back into the barrel suddenly exploded, and the clown let go of his hand at the moment of shooting as if he had expected it, and a protective device popped out of his body, but it was also affected; Not to mention the clown gang thugs who were holding Lotkea, their arms were dripping with blood from the explosion on the spot, and they were kneeling on the ground and screaming.

Throwing away the light shield that popped out from his chest and was made into the shape of playing cards, the clown not only didn't feel angry because he lost a subordinate, but laughed exaggeratedly: "Ha! He guessed right, and there really is one!"

The moment the shackles on his body disappeared, Lotkea had already turned around, leaning his back against the wall, looking at the clown vigilantly, and couldn't help frowning slightly upon hearing this.

The clown has already pulled out a very "clown" pistol/gun from his body, aiming at Lotkea: "Honey, don't move, otherwise I don't guarantee that this gun will go off-by the way , you don’t have a second layer of protection on your body, do you?”

He looked at Lotkea tangledly: "How about...try to shoot again?"

Although this is a question, it is clearly a threat.Lotkea had to raise his hands, reluctantly said: "What are you looking for me for?"

"I'm looking for you because of a...surprise! Ha, gifts always have to be unwrapped at a later time." The clown grinned, and then directed his men: "Come here quickly, bring our guests to the show, This show would not be possible without him!"

Two men wearing clown hoods approached, one tied his hands behind his back, and the other roughly put a burlap bag over his head and tied it around his neck, both to ensure that he could breathe and to ensure that he was trapped. In the complete darkness, I couldn't see where I was going to be taken or what I was going to do.

……

A shot went off.

The bullet fired by the mysterious guest was engraved with black magic lines, and the bullet that was about to hit the center of the eyebrow was caught by Erberist and held in his hand.

The familiar magical fluctuations on it made Erberist frowned.

The attack didn't work, and the mysterious man's face suddenly changed: "How is it possible... He clearly said it would work!"

Erberist narrowed his eyes: "Who is 'he'?" Seeing the mysterious guest's faltering look, Erberist's expression changed into a very polite smile: "Say it, or I Break your neck?"

Mysterious guest: "..."

Don't say such terrible things with a polite expression! ! !

Under the gentle and amiable threat of the dark creature, Mysterio immediately let go and put his hands on his chest: "The man who hired me, but I don't know who he is, I've never seen him before."

"He also ordered the release of the clown?"

"Yes, it is."

Now it can be explained why the mystery man who has nothing to do with Gotham ventured into Arkham to rescue the clown.

Erberist thought, and continued to ask, "Where is the clown?"

"I don't know," Mysterio said, looking at Erberist's narrowed eyes, and his voice immediately became louder: "I really don't know! My mission is to rescue the clown from Arkham, and then he Sending in a car that's already parked nearby and doing everything after that to get your attention."

Erberist glanced at the gun in his hand with a half-smile: "Including this?"

"Including this." Knowing that he was duped and regarded as an abandoned child, the mysterious man had no intention of covering for the other party: "He told me that this kind of magic bullet can kill you, but only if you can be hit .”

Erberister snorted with a sarcastic smile: "Innocent."

There was nothing more to ask about Mysterio, and Erberist pinched him unconscious with his backhand and threw him into the police station. Then, a black mist flashed around him, and he had already arrived at the Batcave.The Wayne couple, Alfred and Dick are all focused and nervously looking at Lotkea who is being pointed at by the gun on the screen. The weapon in the study has not been moved, probably because he was afraid of accidentally injuring Lotkea.

Erberist said, "Ah Fu, take it easy, I'm here."

The four of them were startled by his voice, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they turned around.Dick looked eager to try: "Now you should go up and beat them up?"

"No." To his surprise, Erberist refused, "I'm afraid there is someone behind the clown manipulating it. That person hasn't surfaced yet. We have to follow the clown's plan."

Martha disagreed: "But that madman will hurt you."

Erberist's expression softened slightly: "That's not my body, I can fix him anytime."

"But you're still going to be in pain, that's not okay."

"Okay," Thomas looked between Erberist and his wife, and decided to stop Martha: "We don't intend to interfere with your approach, but, Erberist, I'm afraid you have to do it yourself." Go and explain to Bruce."

Thomas knew his son well enough to believe that he thought like himself and Martha, and that no body in Erberister wanted him to be harmed.

Erberist: "..."

God, he forgot this!

Seeing Martha's disapproval, Thomas' resoluteness, and Dick still looking optimistic, Erberist turned to Alfred for help.

"No, Lord Lotkea," said the old housekeeper, "I can't help you."

"..." Erberist decided to make a final struggle: "Did you tell Bruce what happened just now?"

"Master? Of course," Alfred smiled. "He should be on his way to the manor now."

Erberist: "..."

It’s over.

Covering his face and letting out a long sigh of collapse, he teleported himself out of the Batcave and hid above Wayne Manor, watching the Clown Gang pack Lotkea into the car and take him away, and then followed from afar.

After that, he resignedly pressed the headset: "Batman, don't go to Wayne Manor."

Batman's wandering rope suddenly turned in a circle, firing the Bathook gun in the opposite direction: "But the clown is there."

"I know, I'm following him." Erberist said, "I found Mysterio just now, and there is someone behind him directing. I guess that person is not a clown."

Batman suddenly realized what he was going to do, frowned, and his voice dropped two degrees in an instant: "You let the clown take you away? What did I say last time?"

"You said let me protect myself from getting hurt." Erberist said calmly, "I'm fine, nothing happened at all."

"Urberist," Batman's deep voice indicated that he was quite upset by now, "you know what I mean."

The voice and tone made Erberist seem to be standing in front of Batman, silently accepting his gaze, and Erberist had to succumb: "...well, I'm taking a risk, but it's the best choice, we don’t know what’s going to happen in Gotham any longer.”

Batman was silent.

"...Be careful." His voice was weak, and then changed the subject: "I investigated some of the places you marked with clowns. They are all robots. It must have been to get my attention, so that the clown would have a chance to go to Wayne Manor without being disturbed."

"I think so too." Erberist wondered that Batman didn't say a few words about himself, and the voice also made him a little concerned, but now the two are talking in the air after all, and there is a conspiracy lurking in the dark night, err Bayrist had no choice but to give up asking questions and focus on the task in front of him: "It seems that our enemies have a certain understanding of you and me, and the clown shattered the defensive magic I set up for Lotkea. It seems that the person behind Guessed that too."

Speaking of this, he thought of the bullet in the mysterious guest's gun again: "And... the magic on the bullet, that was used by Huan Mo."

Batman frowned: "Can the evil/religious organization interfere with your magic?"

"Yes," said Erberister, "but they are of no use to me now."

This is not so good, Batman thought, the other party knew that he could check and balance Erberist's harmful magic, and kidnapped Lotkea for a purpose, and at the same time made an accurate analysis of his behavior, knowing that he would definitely Go hunt down the clown first and hand over the task of finding the mystery guest to Erberist... He didn't even think that he and Erberist would cooperate.

Batman thought again of Hush, his former friend Thomas Elliott, who had been killed by the League of Assassins and whose body had been incinerated under Erberist's magic.

But besides him, who else would know this?

……

Erberist followed the clown's car all the way to an abandoned chemical factory.

The thugs of the Clown Gang pulled down the switch, and the light bulbs on the roof of the factory trembled after the current passed through, flickering dimly, rendering the atmosphere of the whole factory extremely terrifying.

The clown pulled Lotkea out of the car and walked all the way to the center of the factory. Several members of the clown gang silently moved over a few huge technological products, placed them around and turned on the switches.Immediately, the abandoned factory became a live broadcast room of a TV station.

The citizens of Gotham who were watching TV made a sound of annoyance. Their TV program suddenly became distorted for some reason, and there was a hissing sound that only appeared in the last century when the signal was not good.Except for the TV, broadcasting signals, mobile phones, and tablets were all affected. People who used electronic products watched in amazement that the signal on the screen was distorted, and then suddenly lit up, turning into a beautifully furnished live broadcast room.

Then, a lunatic who almost became Gotham's nightmare jumped out from the side, showing a funny and exaggerated smile: "Hey, friends in Gotham, how are you all?"

Gordon, who was waiting for the news, was called by Bullock's voice, looked at the computer screen and exclaimed: "Joker!"

The instigator who caused everything seemed to know nothing, and continued to introduce himself: "Is there someone who doesn't know me? It's okay, I can introduce it again, I am your good friend, and I will always bring laughter --clown!"

"Oh, damn it," Thomas in the Batcave looked at the center of the screen, which was specially called up by Alfred, and couldn't help saying in disgust, "The circus doesn't accept such a poor actor."

"Hee hee hee hee, I believe everyone is already impatient for the next performance, right?" The clown raised a finger and flung it aside, the camera turned and a man sitting on a chair with his arms tied behind his back suddenly appeared In the eyes of the public: "Then let's invite our special guest, Dangdang——"

The clown helped the thugs untie the knot tied around his neck, and lifted off the burlap bag wrapped around the man's head.

After staying in the dark for a long time, the sudden strong light that shot into his eyes made Lotkea subconsciously turn his head, revealing the flushed cheeks and the corners of his eyes that were rubbed by the sackcloth roughly.

Because he was hijacked from Wayne Manor, he was only wearing a thin shirt. He felt the cold in the empty chemical plant at night, and shivered unconsciously.

"Hahahaha...don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Obviously the clown misunderstood something: "I said, this is a performance, and you are my special guest, so - at least you won't be so fast I was blown up to the sky."

Lotkea frowned at him: "Joker, what on earth are you trying to do?"

"Well, good question." The clown nodded pretendingly, and took out a remote control from his suit pocket: "Hey, little bat, I know you must still remember me, look, there is a very interesting guest here, and in my hand ——I believe you can see what it is, yes, dear citizens, this is a bomb switch!"

There was a burst of horrified shouting and cursing in Gotham: "What?!"

"Don't worry, it's not turned on yet, and then..." The clown flipped the switch on it casually, and the originally dark space behind him suddenly lit up, and an electronic clock counting down to 10 minutes was very obvious: "It's only turned on now ! It can blow up half of Gotham~"

Batman frowned: "What does he want to do this time?"

"You must want to ask me what I want to do this time, right? My dear little bat, you have three and ten minutes to find and stop the bomb/bomb from exploding, but if I find that the countdown synchronized with the bomb/bomb has stopped , "The clown took out a gun and put it on Lotkea's temple: "I will shoot and kill this cute little boy! Or you can choose to find his location, and then give up saving Gotham. Now you What are you going to do, hahahaha——!"

He gave a funny bow to the screen, and the smile on his lips almost reached his ears: "Dear citizens, this is the performance I present to you~"

"...Damn it." Batman cursed secretly, turning around to look for the bomb.

At this moment, Alfred's voice came from the headset: "Master Bruce, Mr. Lucius has something to ask you, you need to listen to this."

……

"Oh, half the time has passed."

The clown looked at the countdown clock on the wall, and stopped beside Lotkea: "Do you think Batman will come to rescue you, or to defuse the bomb?"

"Why don't we choose a new idea?" Lotkea raised an eyebrow and snorted at the clown, "How about you say that Batman beats you first, and then uses the remote control to stop the bomb/bomb?"

"Good idea," the clown laughed, "but it's a pity, this switch is useless now, and there is nothing he can do when he comes."

"Is there any way that Batman is coming?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness, the clown's sight and the camera turned dutifully, and he saw a pair of golden eyes that were astonishingly bright in the darkness.

Erberist slowly walked out of the darkness, and smiled at the clown: "So, what about me?"

"Wow," the clown exaggeratedly sighed, then hooked Lotkea's chin with the gun barrel and lifted it up, laughing:

"Look, another of your knights has come to your rescue."