I'm the villain in Gotham

Spider-Man stayed at Osborn's house for a lot longer than expected. It was not until the two Robin and the Flash had gotten together to say bad things about Batman that the young superhero swayed his spider webs from the villa. Jump out.

"Found what we want?" Flash greeted Spider-Man, and then realized that he seemed to be in a bad state: "What happened?"

"...it's Osborn," apparently, the friend's dismay put Spider-Man in no mood for joking: "Harry finds out that, uh...his dad seems to be going bankrupt."

"Oh... this is really bad news." The two Robins looked at each other: "What's going on? Maybe we can help."

"Thank you, but I didn't ask too much," Spider-Man leaned against the wall next to him: "Let's wait until tomorrow...he doesn't look very good right now."

Peter sat next to Harry for a long time, until Harry himself asked him to get down to business: "It's okay, Peter, you first...leave me alone, I have to wait for my dad to come back, and then Talk to him about it."

Peter had to put on his hood again and come out to join his friends.

He took out a storage device and threw it out with a wave of his hand: "All the information Harry found is in it. They are a bit messy. It will probably take us a few days to sort out the clues."

"It's better than nothing." Dick took the memory card: "It seems that it's time for us to say goodbye tonight, we will find clues as soon as possible, and if your friend needs any help, remember to tell us, maybe we Can it be of any special use?"

……

Norman Osborn finally returned home until it was dark.He took off his coat and coat and hung them on the coat rack, rubbed his neck wearily, and then suddenly found a glimmer of light through the closed door of the study.

In an instant, Norman's expression turned serious, and he subconsciously touched his waistband.He glanced at Harry's room with some concern, then quietly groped towards the study.

The soles of the leather shoes stepped on the smooth tiled floor, making a barely audible sound. Norman carefully held the doorknob, and then pushed it open!

Wearing the warm pajamas he wore before falling asleep, Harry was sitting on the big sofa in the study, with his elbows resting on his thighs and his face buried in his hands. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked blankly at his father standing at the door.

"...Harry?" Norman frowned, turned his hands away without a trace, put the weapon back in place, then strode in, and said sternly, "What are you doing here?"

"I... Dad." Harry stood up, raised his arm, and put it down again in a daze: "I just... I found out——you're going bankrupt."

Norman paused as he walked forward.He immediately looked in the direction of the computer, a trace of panic flashed across his face, but because Harry was still out of his mind, he didn't notice his abnormality.Soon, the expression on Norman's face became even more unhappy: "Why did you touch my computer without permission?"

"I'm sorry, I...but why didn't you tell me this kind of thing?" Harry looked at him incomprehensibly: "I thought...I was kept in the dark by you, thinking that you left early and returned late because of work needs, but ...No, we are almost losing our company! You know, Dad, I was sitting here just now, thinking about this all the time, in fact—”

I found that I don't really care about those things, we don't need to live in this villa, drive those cars, and have no money, but as long as you are still with me, like a pair of ordinary father and son... the company is gone It's no big deal, at least you still have time to spend with me!

But before he finished speaking, Norman interrupted him roughly: "Harry!"

Apparently Norman had been gaining power over his son for a long time, and as soon as he lowered his tone, Harry's hard-earned courage would be wiped out, and he immediately shut up and didn't speak.

Originally, reprimands and questioning should have followed, but seeing the expression on Harry's face, Norman's voice froze in his throat for a moment, and finally he couldn't speak.

He paused, walked forward, put a hand on his son's shoulder, and his tone changed from the sternness just now to an earnest one: "You are my son, Harry, and I will give you the best You don't have to worry about the company's affairs, I have found a solution."

"...Really?" Harry looked up at him: "So, Dad, this is why you leave early and return late these days?"

Norman nodded.

"Then... well. I, actually, I wanted to say just now..." Harry took a deep breath, then reached out and hugged Norman: "I love you no matter what, Dad."

Norman lowered his eyelids.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and patted the top of the boy's head, and said in a low voice, "Understood. Don't worry, son——I won't let you down."

……

"You want me to steal Wayne Enterprises' technology." Match Malone raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

It has been nearly a week since he first came to the Iceberg Restaurant, and now he has the unanimous approval of the four villains.What was handed over to him before were all small and dispensable tasks, but now the big fish finally came.He pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "It's been so long since I joined you, but you haven't told me why you asked me to do all this. I thought we were collaborators, everyone, I'm not here I'll be your free thugs, not to mention I've been giving you money all the time."

Match Malone supported the table and stood up. Seeing this, the two hired thugs behind him immediately took a step to the sides to make room for him to pass.

"Relax, relax, my friend." The Riddler put the head of the cane on his shoulders, and pressed down lightly, indicating that they can still have a good talk: "It's not that we don't want to tell you, but this The stakes are high, and we have to be careful to get our fair share of the money — and now of course yours."

Match Ma Long took advantage of the opportunity to sit down again, and said, "What I want is not money."

"Of course, what you need is our help." Mudface grinned: "Look, we are now a cooperative relationship. With us covering you, who is going to fight against you in Gotham?"

"It's better to be like this. That's why I came to the Bingshan restaurant. I hope you don't think of me as a fool with a lot of money, otherwise——" Match Malone turned the gem gold ring on his finger lightly. Go on: "So, now can we talk about why we need Wayne Enterprises technology? I hope I can spend my money where it is worthwhile. You know, hiring these people-" His hand went With a last wave: "It's not a small amount of money."

The Penguin scolded this speculator who didn't know where to get a huge sum of money for threatening them, and smoothed things out with a smile: "We were about to tell you, but you were too anxious-this is an important issue, and we fully trust it." You're going to hand it over to you to do it."

Match Malone nodded in satisfaction, indicating that they could continue talking.

"This is because our employer insisted on asking, he said he needs all the latest technology on the earth." Bain, who had been silently staring at Match Malone, finally spoke: "After thinking about it, only Wayne is the only one in Gotham." Wayne Enterprise and Star Lab are worthy of our patronage—Star Lab handed it over to Clayface and me, and your task is to lead someone to copy the data of Wayne Enterprise. Remember, the employer only wants the data.”

It needs all the latest technology on earth, and only data... Match Malone lowered his eyelids, dark gray eyes darkened.

After a moment, he joked, "Our employer isn't Lex Luthor, is he? He's in such a hurry to beat Superman?"

The four villains looked at each other upon hearing this.

"It's really him?" Match Malone said in surprise: "I swear I just mentioned it casually, but what does the Lex Group want these for? In terms of kryptonite research, he must have been among the best on Earth."

"It's not up to us to worry about it." Penguin shrugged: "Anyway, as long as he achieves what he wants, and then let us get the money. That's a huge sum of money, enough for the five of us to share."

Match Malone can guarantee that the banknotes they are thinking of will be seized by the police before they are warmed up, but now, in order to follow the character design, he folded his arms: "What I want is not money. After I get those, as a cooperation, you Gotta help me-"

"When the boss of Gotham, you've been repeating them since we met." Mudface sighed, "Can you say it differently next time?"

"No," said Match Malone, with a rather pleasant shrug, "that's what I'm going to say."