I'm the villain in Gotham

"Don't move, hold your head and squat down!"

"You! Take out the money in it and give it to me, hurry up!"

Several men holding various models of pistols and submachine guns stood in the bank, surrounded by frightened, trembling customers and staff hugging each other.

This happened in banks and jewelry stores large and small in Gotham.They put a lot of money, jewelry, and gold bars into the bags they brought, and laughed while threatening, enjoying the long-lost, unbridled happiness.

I don't know how long it took before the sound of the siren came late, followed by the news reporters who heard the wind.

Due to the rare large-scale collective actions of criminals, Gotham's police force has been severely dispersed. Even if the government has urgently dispatched anti/riot police and army/team, there are not enough manpower.

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded!" In front of Gotham Bank, Jim Gordon, who has been promoted to captain, is holding a walkie-talkie and confronting the mob: "Release the hostages immediately, I repeat, release immediately hostage!"

"Boss!" Harvey Bullock hurried towards Gordon.His bloated body was covered with a long trench coat, and a dark gray top hat with a little wrinkle on his head, looking sloppy.But Gordon, who has worked with him for a while, knows that he actually has excellent case-handling ability, and like himself, he is a very honest and good policeman.

Bullock leaned into Gordon's ear: "Boss, I have taken people around to look at the back just now, and there are also people guarding with guns over there. With so few people we bring to rush in, I'm afraid it is impossible. big."

Bad news, Gordon thought, in this way, if they want to rescue the hostages, they can only wait for the robbers to come out by themselves, and now the police force is seriously insufficient, and they cannot guarantee the safety of the hostages.

He originally wanted to make a quick decision and go to other places to support his colleagues immediately, but for the safety of the hostages, there was no way to use strong methods.

Gordon was racking his brains to think of a solution when a mugger with a pistol/gun dragged a thin man out and said loudly: "We have hostages in our hands. If you want them to live, back off quickly. Let them go when we are safe!"

Gordon frowned, his sharp eyes fixed on the robber at the bank door, and raised a hand after a moment: "Back!"

"Dear citizens," not far away, a female reporter from Gotham TV was doing a live broadcast with a stern expression on her face.

The camera behind me recorded everything: "I'm in front of the Gotham Bank right now, and the police and the robbers are currently confronting each other... Oh, a robber came out with a hostage in his hand!"

Her expression became visibly tense, but she still upheld her professionalism and said calmly: "The robber is threatening the police to back off with the safety of the hostages... Wait, what is he doing?"

The camera moved away from the female reporter and quickly adjusted the focus.All the people gathered in front of the camera could clearly see that the robber's hand holding the gun moved away from the hostage, and slowly... slowly put the muzzle of the gun on his temple.

During this process, his eyes widened and his expression looked terrified, as if his body had suddenly turned into a marionette, manipulated by a puppeteer hiding in the dark.His mouth opened and closed, like a terrified roar, but he couldn't make a sound. Gordon could tell from the shape of his lips that he was saying——

save me, save me.

Please, please—

"boom!!"

In the deathly silence around him, his blood splashed on the wall beside him, flowed down with gravity, and then slowly condensed into a few lines of glaring red writing:

'Good day, everyone. '

'I heard you want to see me. '

'So now, here I come. '

Almost the second after this line of writing appeared, several unexpected gunshots and piercing screams sounded in the bank.

The smell of gunpowder wafted out.

……

Erberist stands atop the tower of Gotham's clock tower.The fierce wind blew his hair, and there was deep anger in his golden eyes.

There were constant gunshots and explosions. The villain aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, stuffed the bomb/bomb into his mouth and pulled out the fuse, and drove the car into the sea and lowered the window.

Violent noises and cruel desperation came along the wind, and Erberist took a deep breath, but the fear and despair contained in it did not quell the anger in his heart.

He didn't want to do this at first.

Erberist knew that Bruce would think of today's scene sooner or later, whether it was laissez-faire or punishment, it was all from his handwriting.So at the beginning, he just wanted to punish these little characters who dared to make trouble, as long as he made a few crazy, the rest would definitely be associated with his existence, and then he gave up resistance and was honestly detained by the police go to prison.

But when Erberist casually inspected his trap, a strange strong emotion suddenly

Emerging from the contract on his chest, it swept through his entire heart in an instant.

He felt guilty, he felt remorse, he felt remorse.

feel pain.

This is due to the role of the contract, which is regarded as a mechanism to protect the master, and will transmit the strongest negative emotions to Erberist, making him feel the same.

Urberist soon found Bruce, and found his master, the one and only soul.And almost as soon as he saw the expression on his face, Erberist understood where his emotions came from.

He must be thinking again that it's all his fault.

No matter which world or experience, the essence and core of Bruce Wayne will never change.He is used to taking all the responsibilities on his shoulders, and never thinks that he is just an ordinary person himself.

Then after the accident, he attributed all the faults to himself, willingly swallowed all the regrets and pains, then hid the wound, pretended that nothing had happened, and continued to move forward alone.

He never really realizes that this practice not only hurts himself, but also everyone who loves him.

Erberist is a dragon born in the dark, but the negative emotions that should have been nourished, are now like a sharp knife piercing/stirring into his heart, making him breathless.

He was so calm, calmly knowing that the guilt and remorse were not his own; he was also so furious, the feelings that belonged to Bruce roiling in his chest made him ignite with anger.

He turned his attention to the villains who were doing evil in Gotham City.

Of course Erberist knew what Bruce would think of him when he did what was on his mind.But no, he doesn't care now.

He had already tasted the worst results in the last timeline, and wasn't afraid to try again.

And now, he wants these people to pay the price.

……

Bruce saw this cruel and weird live broadcast on the TV placed in the window that survived the disaster.

Different from the discussions and speculations around, from the very beginning, Bruce knew who was manipulating all this behind the scenes.He was stunned for a moment, remembering the scene when he first met Erberist. Although many years had passed, it was still clearly engraved in his mind as if it just happened yesterday. .

Erberist stood under the light, and the light illuminated his slender and tall body. His face was covered with a black mask, and his beautiful golden pupils looked at him with a smile. Although it was strange and strange, there was something inexplicable reassuring force

the amount.

And Erberist did.He prevented the disaster that should have happened to the Wayne couple, and indirectly saved him, preventing him from falling into the abyss of guilt and pain.

The image of Erberist in Bruce's heart is powerful, elegant, and beautiful. Bruce has been treating him like this for so many years. It means to be a senior and a goal.

But the image of Erberist collapsed in Bruce when he saw the robbers shooting themselves in front of the bank.

—Why are you doing this?

Even if he knew that Erberist had slaughtered the Court of Owls on Christmas Eve, Bruce always believed that this matter was just Thomas's unilateral guess, and none of them knew the truth.Although Erberist's methods are violent, at least his goal is to rectify Gotham, at least he still has a bottom line.

But now, now?

Now Bruce wasn't sure either.

A wave of anger and disappointment emerged from the bottom of his heart, surging up like burning dry grass, almost drowning out the remorse for his inaction before.Every time he heard a gunshot and saw a pool of criminal blood, the anger and deep disappointment in his heart burned more intensely.

Under this strong emotional impact, impulse overwhelmed reason.

Anyway, Bruce thought, he'd have to see Erberist, and unless he admitted that he actually killed the criminals, he still had hope in him.

Bruce walked into an empty alley, threw his hat aside, wiped off the camouflage on his face, and revealed his own, Bruce Wayne's face.He said, "Uberrist."

No one responded to him.

Bruce closed his eyes and continued: "Since you can know every crime that happened in Gotham, of course you can also hear me calling you, I want to see you, right now."

After a long while, a vague figure gathered in front of him, slowly condensing into a solid figure.Erberist bent over him with his hands behind his back.

"Hello, young master." His face was always hidden under the mask, and Bruce couldn't discern his true mood from his smiling tone: "It's so late, what are you calling me for? You know, I It's been pretty busy today."

"Uberrist," Bruce heard himself asking calmly, "What happened today, the robber who died at the gate of the Gotham bank, all the people who committed suicide... all of this is yours.

Did you do it? "

Erberist tilted his head, as if he was very surprised by his question, and said after a while: "You also said just now, they committed suicide, what does it have to do with me?"

"There won't be so many people committing suicide for no reason." Bruce's tone didn't change, but Erberist's evasive reply has almost confirmed him, and deeper anger and disappointment welled up in his heart: "Then let me ask another question. Law. Is their behavior under your control?"

Erberist looked at Bruce.

For a short moment, time seemed to freeze, and Erberist could not feel the sound of the wind, nor could he hear the shrill siren from a distance.He held his breath against Bruce's blue eyes rolling with emotion.

Then he smiled softly: "That's right."

Bruce's body was almost frozen, he couldn't tell what he was like now, and disappointment and anger couldn't fully describe what he was thinking.

But that prompted him to ask the next question: "Why?"

"What's the reason?" At this time, Erberist's reply became smoother, and he looked at Bruce as if it was a little ridiculous: "I want to do this, that's all." He moved closer to Bruce and whispered softly in his ear. "Their despair and fear make me happy, that's all," said the voice.

— but I thought you were just like me, trying to pull Gotham out of the quagmire.

But Erberist told him, with a laughing coda, that was not the case.He did act according to his mood as the rumors said. Before he liked it, he saved Gotham and his parents, but now his interests changed, and he messed up Gotham.

Maybe it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, and Erberist said with a little sarcasm: "Why don't you speak, young master, are you angry? Are you disappointed?"

Bruce looked up at Erberister.

He frowned, his lips were pursed tightly, and his hands were unconsciously folded and clenched.

After a while, looking into the golden eyes of Erberister, he said softly:

"I thought you were a hero, but I was wrong."

"you are not."

The author has something to say: Erberist: The murderer is not me, but the gun

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