I'm the villain in Gotham

"No, you—wait, so you—"

Tony waved his arm frantically in front of him several times, then turned his head suddenly, pointed at Erberist and said in disbelief: "So you play with yourself, let us think you have an affair with Lotkea? ??"

"Then what can I do?" Erberister spread his hands helplessly: "I am a Gotham villain, and I must have some reason to save Lotkea's identity?"

Tony: "..."

He's right, but Tony thought he couldn't get the Gotham love triangle scene because of his performance, and then the imaginary love, and he was so embarrassed on the spot that he wanted to pick out Mark 01 with his toes on the floor to Mark 42.

He blushed and scolded angrily: "You bastard! Damn it, you lied to me for so long! I'm still worried about you, you—"

His voice came to a halt, and seeing Erberist lowered his eyes because of his words, and pursed his lips sideways, Tony seemed to be strangled by something invisible, unable to speak at all.

...Damn it.He secretly complained in his heart, obviously he was the victim, but the one who should be scolded seemed more wronged than him!

But in any case, Tony really couldn't say anything more, and the atmosphere between the two fell into silence for a while.

Erberist waited for a while, saw Tony's voice disappeared, thought he had finished what he wanted to say, and then opened his lips: "I...you are right, I really should have told you earlier, I It's just... I just think that you won't accept me like this—" He paused, turned his back to Tony: "Sorry, you're right, I'm really lying to you."

This reaction made Tony feel a little bewildered.Judging from the usual way they quarreled, he should have lost his temper, and Lotkea listened in a good mood, and finally apologized to him with an apologetic smile after he finished his scolding angrily, and then they could talk to each other. alright.

But this time.

Oh shit, it looks like he's really sad this time, why?What did he just say, "I just thought, you wouldn't accept me as—" Accept me as what?

Over there, Erberist still turned his back to him, folded his arms and said, "Well, I've actually thought about it, but I can't keep it from you like this. You see, we've been friends for more than 20 years—I'm Say, anyway, we've known each other for over 20 years, and even if you might... ha, it's fine, but I feel like I should tell..."

"So when did Bruce Wayne know?"

Tony interrupted his monologue abruptly.This question was not within the range that Erberist had expected. He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Tony. The other party had changed from his anger just now, and raised his eyebrows when meeting his gaze, and continued:

"I remember one time you were kidnapped—I mean you were kidnapped in the Wayne Technology Department as Lotkaia. He was very nervous, and later he specifically told me the identity of Batman and asked me to help." Tony Said: "I guess he didn't know at that time?"

Erberist was stunned, remembering what Tony mentioned was that before his connection with the other two identities was exposed to Bruce, he was still seriously injured and found that Bruce had become Batman, so he chose to leave the New York sanctuary and return to the city. Go to work in Gotham.

"...Yes." Although he didn't quite understand why Tony suddenly changed the topic to this, Erberist still said honestly: "Bruce found out about one or two months after that happened."

"And I still remember that you were in a bad state at the time," Tony squinted one eye: "You said that the reason was related to Bruce-oh, of course, it wasn't you who said it, and my observation skills can certainly make it easy for me to guess. He didn't forget to boast a little at this time, and then he became serious: "So, that was the conflict between Batman and Erberist?"

Erberister stared at him dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, Tony sneered, "I should have beaten him in armor. Ha, it's not too late anyway."

"What? No, wait," Erberist hurriedly stepped forward to come to him, his expression flustered and confused: "That matter, we, actually—"

"Actually what?" Tony looked at him with slanted eyebrows: "Actually, I didn't hit him hard enough? How about giving him a palm shot?"

"No, I mean—" Erberist took a deep breath, and his messy brain barely sorted out a key factor for him: "I thought, what you care about... shouldn't be this?"

Tony asked, "So what should I care?"

"...I don't know." Erberister raised his arm, and then put it down quickly: "Maybe, maybe you should care that I'm not human? My power is very powerful, but the origin is unknown?"

"Ha!" Tony sneered exaggeratedly, and rolled his eyes: "Why should I care about that?"

He looked at Erberist: "What do you care about? I only know that we have been good friends for more than 20 years, and of course I trust my friend." Berist, stretched out his hand and punched him hard on the shoulder: "But you don't trust me, bastard, this punch is for this."

Erberist was punched unpreparedly and took two steps back.In fact, it wasn't very painful. Tony looked very hard, but it was just a superficial appearance.

He looked at Tony, and after a while, his golden eyes lit up bit by bit.

And his arrogant friend stood where he was, with his arms folded, watching his expression from shock and worry, depression to gradually softening, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he opened his arms generously: " Do you need this? Of course, no problem, I can meet your little request."

Erberist stepped forward and hugged him.

Tony patted him on the back subconsciously, then coughed lightly, raised his chin, and said proudly: "I've said it all, don't underestimate our Stark's mind."

"……thanks."

"Hey, you're welcome." Tony lowered his eyes, looked at Erberister's black hair scattered on the back of his neck, and whispered: "You know, when you came to the villa that I sold long ago , to bring me the news that my parents are still alive..."

He closed his eyes and said softly: "...that must be my happiest day."