I'm the villain in Gotham

Bucky sat in front of the TV in the living room.

The hostess inside was still explaining today's terrorist attack: "A large number of unknown people attacked citizens with force, and the number of casualties caused by this attack is still being counted..."

Bucky's eyes were fixed on the TV, his thinking had gone astray.

When he woke up, he found that Erberist had disappeared.The changes brought about by the complete release of control are obvious, and Bucky thinks that Erberist should want to know this, so he stays at home and waits for him to come back.

he waited for a while

I saw the news that Erberist appeared on the outskirts of Gotham, and saw a large number of ninjas invading Gotham.

Then Bucky thought, Erberister must be busy right now, he can't just stand by and let someone make trouble in his city and let it go.Bucky thought about whether to go out to help, but then he thought again, if Eberrist came back when he was out, then he would not be able to see his master in the first place.

So Bucky pressed down the steel arm that was about to move, and continued to sit in front of the TV and wait in a distraught state.

I don't know how long it took.

A dark figure appeared in the living room.

Bucky immediately stood up and called out in surprise, "Master."

Then he saw Erberist stretched out his hand to support the wall as if he couldn't stand still, and lowered his head to cover his lips.

Blood dripped from between his fingers.

Bucky immediately rushed up to support him: "Master?" He said in shock, "Are you injured?"

Erberister leaned weakly in his arms, his body trembling slightly due to the pain, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Then you..." Bucky obviously didn't believe Erberist's words at all, he hesitated for a moment, and hugged him by the waist: "Who can save you? Let's go now."

"...No, just stay here." Erberister panted for a while, put down his hand, the blood couldn't stop gushing from the corner of his lips: "Well—" He wrinkled as if in pain Frowning, then forced himself to open his eyes, looked at Bucky, gasped and said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, I just need, uh, need to rest for a while."

He stares at Bucky, forcing him to nod.

Then he closed his eyes, limp in Bucky's arms, and stopped moving.

If it weren't for his chest still heaving, Bucky would have thought that Erberist had stopped breathing in front of him.

He stood at a loss for a while, and the vague memories in his mind told him what to do next.Bakibae

Berrist put him on the bed, and briefly checked his body - Erberister was not lying, he did not have any external injuries, and the only few scratches and abrasions were almost healed.

Bucky doesn't know what's causing him to look weak and vomit blood.

He can only use the remote control to increase the temperature in the room - this thing, like the TV, was taught him to use by Óberist, and it just comes in handy now; On his body, he stumblingly covered him.

He hesitated for a while, but finally he didn't take off the mask that looked a bit harsh on his face, even though it was partially damaged, allowing Bucky to see Eberister's high nose bridge and blood-stained lips.

He went to the bathroom and took a towel out, wiped his face clean with as light a motion as possible, and wiped his hands after washing the towel.

Then he sat on the stool by the bed, lowered his head and watched Erberist, waiting for him to wake up.

……

Lotkea's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes.

Just as Erberist fell into a coma, his consciousness also left the body at the same time.

Lotkea remembered Bruce's anxious voice and face in the last moment before his consciousness and body were disconnected.Therefore, after the main body had been asleep for a period of time and some of its strength had recovered, he chose to use it for the puppet body first.

At least he had to reassure Bruce first.

The moment he thought so, Bruce's voice came from the bedside: "Lotkea!" His voice was full of surprise: "You finally woke up!"

Bruce's face came into view, and Lotkea noticed the blackness under his eyes.He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was stopped by Bruce: "Wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of water-oh, I have to help you sit up first, don't move yourself, you still have a sling in your hand Where's the bottle?"

Only then did Lotkea notice the hanging bottle above his head, which marked a [-]% glucose solution.

Bruce spoke quickly, helped Lotkea up quickly with his hands and feet, put a soft pillow behind him, and then handed a glass of warm water to his mouth: "I tried it, the temperature is just right."

Lotkea looked into Bruce's eyes and had to take a sip of water from his hand.

But Bruce's courteous attitude still made him uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat. "Thanks, Bruce," he held out his good hand, "I can do it myself."

Bruce's eyes are wrong

Also nice to look at him.

Lotkea handed him the empty water glass: "Thank you. By the way," he looked around and found that he was lying in his own room in Wayne Manor, with the sunlight shining on the window sill: "I Have you slept for a long time?" He asked uncertainly.

"You have been sleeping for three and a half days, Lotkea." Bruce sighed, and took the cup in his hand: "Although the examination shows that you are all well, you just lost a lot of blood. But if you don't wake up again, I will Putting you in the hospital again." He tried to lighten his voice, making it sound like he was joking.

But Lotkea knew that if he didn't wake up, he would really do it.

It was indeed the right choice to let the puppet shell regain consciousness first.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked twice restrainedly, and Alfred walked in with a tray, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Lotkea: "Oh," he said, "It seems that we The two sick gentlemen are recovering well."

Lotkea nodded slightly at him: "I made you worry, Ah Fu."

"Actually, I'm not the one who worries me the most." Alfred said, he looked at Bruce and Lotkea, and then at the food on the tray: "Maybe I need to prepare an extra lunch?"

"Thank you, Ah Fu, but I think I can go downstairs to eat by myself." He reached out and pulled out the needle of the infusion set in his hand, wanting to get out of bed.Bruce immediately stood up nervously, reaching out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, Lotkea, your..."

Before he finished speaking, Lotkea took a sharp breath.

He suddenly remembered that because of one after another unexpected incidents before, Erberist had almost lost all his strength when treating this body, and the original source was damaged, so he could barely squeeze out a little to repair the wound on his chest. Let this identity die in front of Bruce.

But that was all he could do at the time.

So obviously, the hole in his leg was still there and hadn't gone away because he had slept through it.

"How are you?" Bruce asked nervously. "Has the wound burst open?" It seemed like if Lotkea had yelped in pain, he would have pulled off his pants immediately to check.

"No, it's okay, I'm fine, really." Lotkaia absolutely didn't want this to happen, he felt embarrassed just thinking about it.

—Damn it, why did Thalia hit him on the thigh.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Master Lotkea," Alfred said coolly to Lotkea

Ya cut a knife: "During the few days when you were in a coma, it was Master Bruce who changed your dressing."

Bruce also nodded as a matter of course, as if this matter couldn't be more normal.

Lotkea: "..."

He was sure that the tips of his ears must be flushed red by now.

After feeding Lotkea a mouthful of his own melon, the old butler said: "I think you must be hungry now, I'll prepare lunch for you" and then went downstairs.

Bruce looked at Lotkea, frowned worriedly, and asked, "Why don't you take a look?"

Lotkea gave him a gritted smile: "No, no, thank you."

"Oh." Bruce let go of his hand regretfully.

After having lunch and receiving three consecutive condolences from Thomas and Martha, Lotkea quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

Bruce covered him with a blanket and closed the door gently.

Alfred was waiting for him at the door.

"Master Bruce," he said.

"Ok?"

"I think as a mature adult, you should know that the human eye can't see through a wooden door."

Bruce withdrew his eyes from staring at the door of Lotkea's room, and smiled helplessly: "Stop making fun of me, Ah Fu."

The old butler said unhurriedly: "It's up to you." He paused, and then said: "I'm sure Master Lotkea is fine, can you go back to your room to rest?"

"Not yet, Ah Fu." Bruce turned around: "I have to import those monitoring into my supercomputer, I'm always not at ease putting it in a normal computer."

"You mean you asked me to put the computer in that dark cave under the manor?" The old butler raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I don't quite understand why you insisted on me putting it there. Before that, it was the place of bats—you don't know how much energy your poor old housekeeper wasted trying to clean up a clean place?"

"To be honest, I don't really understand why I have to put the computer there." Bruce automatically ignored Alfred's last sentence: "But this is a hunch—it's not far from where I will use it."

"Oh, then I hope your hunch is correct." Alfred followed him unhurriedly: "And I sincerely hope that you don't fall into it again like when you were five years old."

Bruce staggered down the stairs, almost splitting a fork on the stairs: "Oh, please--" He stretched his voice: "Also, Ah

Fu, my parents--"

"I won't say it until you give me your permission, sir," said Alfred. "I promise you."

"Thanks, Alfred." Bruce came to the living room and turned the hands of the wall clock to "12:13".

The wall clock was moved aside, revealing the black hole connecting the stone steps.

This design is inspired by the Batcave in the main world that Bruce visited when he was seven years old, but the time set by that Batman is different from him, and the meaning is of course very different.

This is the time when Bruce and Lotkea are in distress.

Maybe he'll change it later, but for now, it reminds Bruce of what Lotkea was thinking when he lay in his arms covered in blood—

Pain, fear, unwillingness.

Bruce walked down the steps slowly.

The supercomputer is at the end of this cave, it has not been powered off, and it is glowing faintly at the moment.

However, it seems a bit inaccurate to say that it is a computer.It's at least one story high, and it's huge because of issues like performance and storage capabilities.It took a lot of work for Bruce and Alfred to get it down, but luckily there were machines to help.

After that, Bruce added some things here one after another, some filing cabinets, test benches, and his collections... These make the cave look like a small secret base now.

Bruce will deliberately avoid the Wayne couple when he chooses to move things. Fortunately, they have been very busy recently - there seem to be a lot of recent charity dinners and ceremonies and activities that require them to attend, otherwise Bruce really can't do it when they are not paying attention. Arrange everything quietly.

He connected the supercomputer to the computer he had previously used to store information, and began to import information into the supercomputer.

The supercomputer is equipped with the most advanced firewall produced by Wayne Group, and Bruce himself has made changes to it to make it even better in terms of security performance.Although Bruce hasn't tried it, he is sure that the firewall he modified is better than the Titan Firewall just produced by Stark.

At the same time, he also installed intelligent AI for the computer. Although its functions are not as comprehensive as Jar, it is definitely enough for Bruce now.

Before that, he quietly hacked into the government's surveillance system, obtained the video of him fighting the League of Assassins, and deleted all other backups.This matter is very simple, because even the Gotham City Government uses the system software produced by the Wayne Group, and they do not follow the

With the renewal of Wayne Group, the mayor said there was no money.

Bruce figured he'd have to hack into the mayor's bank account sometime later to see what he had saved.

Bruce's slender fingers quickly operated on the keyboard, dragging and transcoding the surveillance videos one by one into the encrypted folder.Not too many people know that he can fight, it will cause him trouble.

Dragging a video accompanying Erberister into the folder, Bruce stood up, relieved.

He had to go upstairs to see if Lotkea was awake.

Erberist opened his eyes.

It is not easy for him to switch back and forth between the two shells. He sat up with his arms propped up, rubbed his forehead, and felt a little dizzy.

Then, caught off guard, his eyes met Bucky's bulging cheeks.

Erberist: "..."

Bucky: "..."

The next second, Bucky came to his senses, threw back the plum in his hand, propped his hands on the side of the bed, and his eyes lit up: "Are you awake?"

Erberist did not want to receive the same condolences twice in one day.

...but it feels good.

The author has something to say: Lotkea (tears): I didn’t expect that I’d sleep, you’re already preparing to transform

After reading yesterday’s comments, it turns out that everyone is an expert at finding glass shards from sugar. I originally wanted to let everyone eat sugar happily now, and then turn back to eat knives later...

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