I'm the villain in Gotham

Urberister, a dark creature that was only a legend in Gotham, slowly appeared in the camera.

The clown raised Lotkea's chin with the gun barrel, forced him to look in the direction of Erberist, and said with a smile: "Ah~ Erberest, didn't you expect that I could escape from your strict guarding?" come out?"

"Indeed not," Erberister raised the corners of his lips, "but I've seen through your friend's little trick, and you—" His voice softened, chewing on a soft tone with his lips and teeth: "Be ready to accept the trick of fooling me." consequences?"

"Oh~oh~oh~" The clown waved his fingers with his free hand, and the barrel of the gun raised Lotkea's chin threateningly: "No, you'd better stand there still, otherwise The repertoire will now be played before you."

Erberist turned his gaze to Lotkea and sneered disdainfully: "Do you think he will change your ending?"

"Why not?" The clown moved the muzzle of the gun to Lotkea's temple: "Otherwise why did you come here?"

Erberist's original forward pace actually stopped.

"Ha!" The clown laughed loudly: "It turned out to be true. The demon king who fell into hell fell in love with an ordinary human being. Oh~ What a beautiful love story, I almost shed tears for you."

Lotkea frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Nonsense."

"Really?" The clown lowered his body and moved closer to Lotkea's face: "My dear, don't deny it, the way he looks at you is no different from how I look at a little bat."

Erberist narrowed his eyes for a moment.

Lotkea raised her foot and wanted to kick him: "...crazy!"

The clown was pointing a gun at Lotkea, and he couldn't dodge it, but the kick was weak because of his posture, and it could barely make a footprint on his pants.The clown snorted, and pressed the barrel of the gun against Lotkea's head vigorously, his pupils shrunk into pinpoints, revealing mad malice: "Don't move around, dear, or I'll let you taste something less delicious next time Son."

"As for you—" He straightened up, looked at Eberrist who was really standing there, and said with a grin: "I don't want any accidents with my hand holding the gun, so let me say three two one, don't mess around Move."

"Three, two, one—"

"Snapped!"

The clown snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a black magic circle opened from under Erberister's feet, enveloping him in an instant.

Erberist's pupils shrank, and he was about to back away, but it was too late.A strand of thick black tentacles/hands emerged from the magic circle, quickly entangled his limbs, and tied them tightly. In just a moment, the originally invincible dark creature had no room to struggle, as if being stabbed by a needle A beautiful butterfly with its wings inserted, firmly nailed to the specimen holder.

Those tentacles even tightly bound his neck, and Erberister was forced to raise his slender and white neck, panting like a dying struggle.

"Look, how beautiful it is." The clown removed the muzzle of the gun, opened his arms, and then looked at Lotkea who was tied to the chair: "Ha, Batman hasn't come yet, it seems that you two are in love People are going to hell together."

"Don't talk too soon."

Hearing the familiar low and hoarse voice, the clown's eyes trembled, and he turned his head suddenly: "What?!"

On the roof, the black shadow of the bat jumped down, and the wide and thick cloak was like a flash of lightning in the dark night, kicking the clown's face!

With a cry of pain, the gun in the clown's hand came out. At the same time, under the horrified gaze of all the clown gang thugs, Erberist, who was originally tightly bound by tentacles, crushed the magical magic on the ground with his foot. After a while, the tentacles let out a burst of piercing screams that didn't seem human, and they collapsed into pools of thick and disgusting gray mist.

"Why are you—oh!" The Joker questioned while being beaten up by Batman: "Why don't you dismantle the bomb, you don't care about Gotham anymore?!"

Batman grabbed his collar and slammed his knee on his stomach, then punched him in the face, knocked him to the ground, slid forward several meters, then looked at him and said coldly: "Of course Tube."

After finishing speaking, he put two fingers next to his ear: "Gordon, do it now."

"Understood." After Gordon finished speaking, he waved his palm, and the bomb disposal team, who had been standing by the bomb for a long time, immediately stepped forward, neatly and well-trained to disassemble the complicated and entangled wires.

Not long after, the clock on the wall representing the countdown to the bomb stopped.

The clown was stared at by Batman's punch in the face, lying on the ground for a while, only to find a pair of black boots parked on the ground in front of him.

The next moment he saw it, the owner of the boots raised a foot and stepped on his fingers.

"Isn't it interesting to give hope first, and then give despair, huh?" Erberist put his hands behind his back, rubbing his toes viciously, with a gentle and amiable smile: "Joker, do you still like this show? "

The clown tried to raise his head and shouted, "You lied to me! You don't like him at all, you did it on purpose!"

Erberist leaned over slightly, smiled softly at the clown and said, "Yes, I'm just lying to you. Otherwise, why should I stop because of a human being?"

The clown made a series of annoyed venting sounds after being cheated.

Next to him, Batman glanced at the clown thugs who were tied up by Erberist's magic, then came behind Lotkea, helped him untie the rope binding his hands, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"Thank you, Batman." Lotkea stretched his sore and broken wrist, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's nothing." Batman wrapped his arms around his shoulders, letting the thick and warm cloak dispel some of the cold in the night factory for him: "The police car will arrive in a while, and they will take you home."

Suddenly, the clown's wild laughter came from behind them.

"Hahahaha! Batman, I admit that you won this time, but I didn't lose!" The clown was still lying on the ground with a grim smile on his face, "How boring is a bomb, I'm still installing it all over Gotham. There are more than a dozen of them, and the countdown will start after you shut down that one!"

Batman immediately turned his head, strode up to the clown, picked him up, the air pressure was so low that it was like a storm: "Tell me the location."

"No!" The clown's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he even lost his voice when he spoke, but he still laughed and said, "I want you to watch Gotham destroy in front of me. The expression on your face must be my favorite and favorite expression." Happy to see that!"

"Why beg him?" Erberist came to him, and casually broke Batman's hand holding the clown's collar, letting the lunatic fall to the ground defenseless, and said with a smile: "I have a way too." Know where the bomb is buried, if you ask me, I will help you, how about it?"

Batman narrowed his eyes: "What do you want?"

"What do I want, don't you know?" Erberist's five fingertips traced from the heels of Batman's legs all the way across the tight abdominal muscles and chest, to the only exposed chin, and laughed softly Said: "Dedicate your soul to me, and you can save your city. Is this a good deal?"

Batman was silent for a moment: "... the soul is not good, but other things are fine."

After finishing speaking, he moved his sexy lips to Erberist's ear. The camera could not record such a small voice, and no one knew what he said, but the expression of the dark creature changed obviously after a moment of surprise, revealing a Satisfied smile: "Then... well, I agree."

"Of course, I hope you don't misunderstand," Erberist said reservedly. "The main reason I agree is not your condition, but this incident is interesting enough, otherwise I wouldn't have participated in it at first." He turned his gaze to The clown, with slightly curved eyes: "You think it's funny too, don't you?"

clown:"……"

He was so angry that he wanted to curse.

But soon he couldn't curse anymore, Erberist's magic lifted him from the ground and pulled him in front of him. Immediately afterwards, strands of black mist pierced his brain from the ear holes, and the whites of the clown's eyes, which almost occupied the entire eyeballs, suddenly changed. became black.

Erberist asked softly, "Where did you hide the bomb?"

The clown looked dull and answered his question mechanically.

After confirming that he had explained everything clearly, Erberist threw him aside and tied him up with magic: "Did you hear that?" He bowed politely at Batman and gave a salute: "Then Goodbye, Batman, looking forward to your gift."

After speaking, a burst of black mist rose from the floor, and by the time it dissipated, the dark creatures had completely disappeared.

Almost a moment later, the siren sounded from far to near, and a group of policemen ran in with guns. Batman took out his bat hook gun and pointed the muzzle towards the roof.

A moment later, he also disappeared from here.

The police began to clean up the mess, put a blanket on Lotkeya who was kidnapped innocently, put handcuffs on the prisoners and escorted them into the police car, and turned off the live broadcast equipment.

After Batman rolled over to the roof, he saw Erberist waiting for him not far away.

"The police alone may not be able to dismantle so many bombs in the remaining time. You have to help." He said, pressing his fingers next to his ears, and connected the communication in the Batcave, ready to ask Alfred for help.

"I've marked all the locations mentioned by the clown, and sent a copy to Director Gordon. Don't worry, Bruce, you can give this place to us."

The voice was definitely not Alfred.Batman was silent for a moment: "...Dad?!"

Why is Thomas controlling the Batcomputer? !

"Because Dick and Alfred drove your Batmobile out." As if guessing what he was thinking, Martha's voice also sounded: "Dick cracked the emergency protection device, otherwise they wouldn't be able to leave-Ah Fu, don't drive to Lorraine Avenue, there are a lot of cars there, you have to turn a corner."

The background sound is the old housekeeper's very calm voice: "Understood, ma'am."

Batman: "Mom???"

Oberister watched his rare expression and thought that Bruce never imagined that one day his parents would be supporting him in the Batcave.

"Thomas and Martha are right." Erberist pulled Batman back to his mind: "Leave this to us, you still have work to do." His tone became serious: "I'm going to deal with the bomb, pay attention Safety."

Batman nodded slightly.

The next moment, a black mist passed by, and he was already standing on the roof of Wayne Building.