[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

"I'm sorry, Mr. Copperpot, some things cannot be disclosed." Warlock admired the cup in his hand, feeling irritated in his heart.

Old Cobbot has been immersed in Gotham for a long time, and he knows how to extract the sweet juice from the flowers of evil. Every word of his is tempted by money, and every sentence is torturing Warlock's conscience.

Warlock has no doubt that most people in this world will be bewitched by people like Old Copperpot and corrupted by money.The darkness of Gotham has never been caused by one or two criminals, but by these cancers buried deep in Gotham's blood.

Old Cobbot has been asking for news about the clown overtly and secretly. These big figures who control Gotham's lifeblood will only feel fear when they face the threat of the clown, and most of the time they dismiss the clown. The news is because the clown holds a lot of information that can shake their status.

Warlock has no doubt that these big families have information channels in the Arkham Asylum. The city government can cover up the clown's affairs from the outside world, but it cannot hide it from these people with all-hands.

"I have to be honest and say that Oswald is my best friend. I tend to lean towards him a lot of the time, which is human. But you have to understand that this tendency is limited to Oswald."

The crystal clear glass reflects Warlock's downcast eyes, and the gray blue is dotted with unhappiness.In Napier's report, there was information about the Copperpot family's secret drug smuggling, and the person in charge was Oswald's younger brother. He kept this information separately, and he hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet.

Old Cobbot's pale face was beaming, and it seemed to him that Warlock was implying that he would cover it up for Oswald's sake.

If he was young, he would definitely be angry at Warlock for not giving himself face, but now that he is old and about to go to the ground, he no longer struggles with the problem of face.And Warlock's face for Oswald is for the Copperpot family's face, and that's enough.

He stood up tremblingly, opened the red wine on the table with his own hands, and poured a glass for himself and Warlock, "I wish friendship!"

"I wish you friendship." Warlock took the wine glass and sniffed the wine lightly. There was a slight sweetness in it.

He took a playful look at Old Coppert, and took a sip of the wine. The mellow aroma of the wine exploded on the tip of his tongue, and the impurities mixed in it damaged the aftertaste, which made people feel a little regretful.

When the clock struck nine o'clock, Warlock tasted the fine wine with a smile on his face. Oswald frowned and thought about the conversation between his father and Warlock just now. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, a "ho-ho-" sound came out of his throat.

The bell sounded like a death knell, hitting everyone's hearts except Warlock.Oswald jumped up and threw himself at Old Copperpot. The chair made a sharp sound on the floor, like a hell demon rubbing its claws on the floor.

Mrs. Coppert hurried down the stairs holding her skirt, her face was full of panic, but her acting skills were not in place, and the curvature of her lips could not be suppressed no matter what.Miss Cobblepot is handing in a handkerchief and dancing with a handsome young man at the ball, and another young master Copperpot is locked in the room by his mother and is not allowed to come out.

"Tuck, my God, wake up." Mrs. Coppert shouted heartbroken, and tears rolled down her eyes as she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Oswald was pushed aside, his whole body was shaking, "Where's the doctor? Call the doctor down!"

"Doctor... the doctor was sent away by Tucker."

Warlock quietly watched this tragicomedy scene. People who doubt the other party's intentions are really anxious and grieved for it, but people who share the same bed can kill people in pain. Human beings are like this, complicated and interesting.

Oswald quickly called Gotham Hospital to send an ambulance, while Mrs. Coppert, who was crying on the old Coppert, covered her movement of looking at Warlock with a handkerchief, her eyes full of horror.

"Mrs. Coppert seems to be very concerned about my situation?" Warlock simply drank the last bit of wine. The red wine left on his lips stained his slightly pale lips. The eyes are like demons.

"Are you wondering why I wasn't poisoned like Mr. Copperpot? Probably because...human poisons are ineffective against me."

Oswald grabbed Mrs. Coppert by the collar and pulled her up. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything, "You! This damned woman! What have you done!"

"I, I didn't do anything, Oswald, you have to believe me..." Mrs. Coppert was cold all over, and her explanation was so weak.

Warlock couldn't bear to continue listening. Anyone could conclude from Mrs. Copperpot's weak tone and panicked eyes that she was lying.

It is better not to tell such a crude lie, Warlock snapped his fingers lightly, and Mrs. Coppert froze as if someone was strangling her neck, and she could no longer control what she said next.

"I know from the maid that this old bastard is going to dine with you tonight, and he won't allow my Charles to join in. I know what he's going to tell you, he's going to entrust the Copperpot family to you, in the In his eyes, you are the real heir of the Copperpot family."

"I will never allow anyone to get my hands on my poor Charles' stuff. Today is a good chance, isn't it? I will buy poison and pour it into his favorite bottle of red wine. He will definitely share it with you today, just I didn't expect there was another guest."

"But it's not a big problem. He's your friend. He's with you. He's my Charles' enemy. You should all be damned." Mrs. Coppert, from panic at the beginning to self-abandonment later, told herself All the plans were said.

Oswald's eyes were red, and he threw Mrs. Copperpot to the ground. His hands were shaking, and he staggered to touch the pulse of old Copperpot. He had already fallen into shock, and his pulse became weaker every time.

Oswald knelt beside old Coppert and roared like a trapped beast, while Mrs. Coppert, who was limp on the ground, was laughing wildly, with tears rolling down her eyes as she smiled.

Gradually calming down, Oswald suddenly realized that it was not only the old Coppert who drank the red wine, but also Warlock, and looked back at Warlock in panic.

"Warok!" His voice was hoarse, as if rolling on a stone floor, full of blood.

Warlock walked behind him at some point and put his hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine, Oswald, calm down."

Oswald seemed to be grasping at straws, his eyes gradually brightened, and then he began to think rationally, "Worok, you..."

"Hush." ​​Warlock made a silent gesture, and at this moment Oswald felt that the world froze.

"Mr. Cobblepot is going to die soon, and he won't hold out until the ambulance comes. But I can save him, for a small price."

Darkness surged around Warlock, the most eye-catching thing was the flowing golden pupil, his voice lingered in Oswald's heart.

Strangely, Oswald didn't feel panicked, but his confused heart settled down.He knows what an unpleasant person he is. Whether it is a friend or a subordinate, he needs to use money and power to win him over. Even so, betrayal will always walk with him.

He never understood why Volok was so kind to him. He was used to accommodating his friends, and he was apprehensive and apprehensive about the kindness of others, such as Volok and Nygma.

Now that Warlock asked him for a price, he felt strangely at ease, "What is the price?"

Warlock raised his eyebrows slightly. Oswald's reaction was not what he expected, but it didn't affect anything.

"Your soul, you saved your father's life at the price of your soul."

soul?Oswald looked at Warlock blankly. The price he could think of might be wealth or status and connections. It never occurred to him that what Warlock wanted was a soul.

"What would I become at the cost of my soul? A vegetable?"

Warlock was amused by Oswald's words, "Of course not, my dear friend, why would you think so. I will take your soul after your death, once you sign a contract with me, there is nothing you can do go to heaven after death."

You can only sink in hell, become my vassal, and serve me.

Oswald suddenly relaxed, "How many Gotham people can go to heaven after death? Before I made a deal with the devil in my heart, now I make a deal with the real devil. It's no different."

"God, Oswald, I like you more and more." Warlock raised the scepter, and blood flowed from the bright red gem at the top of the scepter. He stamped the gem on Oswald's forehead, two-color An inverted hexagram formed on the floor beneath Oswald.

Mrs. Coppert maintained a frightened expression, her wrist was cut open unknowingly, and the blood flowed on the floor and gathered in the reverse hexagram.

"The transaction is established, I wish you a sweet dream, Oswald."

……

Recently, the Cobbot family can be described as precarious. The old Cobbot and the young Cobpot suddenly collapsed while eating.

Mrs. Coppert confessed to her poisoning. When the ambulance arrived and smelled the strong smell of blood, she thought that a murder had happened here. In fact, Mrs. Coppert was determined to be with the old Coppert after poisoning. She cut her wrist with broken glass shards, and if she was treated later, she might have left this world one step earlier than Old Copperpot.

Charles Coppert, who was carefully protected by Mrs. Coppert, was arrested by the police for drug smuggling, leaving only Oswald Cobbot and his sister in the whole family.

"Did so many things happen in the past few days when I was not in Gotham?" Bruce exclaimed, his condition was much better visible to the naked eye, maybe the sunshine in Hawaii really has magical powers, which can make his injuries heal quickly.

"Oswald is not in a good mood these days. Fortunately, Nigma is with him. I believe he can cheer up." Warlock stirred the coffee and directly messed up the beautiful latte art.

"Let's not talk about them, did something interesting happen in Hawaii? It feels like you are much more relaxed than before."

"You can never imagine who I met in Hawaii?" Bruce was very excited, "When I was learning to fly in Hawaii..."

"Wait, wait, learn to fly? Hawaii?"

"Yes, fly the plane, my cousin Kate Kane and Alfred both say it's good there."

Warlock pinched his brows and said helplessly, "Bruce, do you still remember that you are a wounded person?"

"Hey, flying the plane is not the point, the point is who I met." Bruce forced the topic back on track, "There was a small problem with the plane during the test flight. Just when the plane lost control, a hero suddenly appeared. Caught the plane and let us land smoothly."

"That's right, it's Superman! That Superman in the metropolis, I really didn't expect to see Superman with my own eyes one day. He even signed an autograph for me. Unfortunately, he refused to take a photo with me."

Warlock listened quietly, and occasionally asked a few questions to keep the chat going. He felt that he was about to split up. While he was indulging in understanding each other with Bruce, he recorded every sentence he said, using Batman's way of thinking. Analyze the meaning behind Bruce's words.

"You like Superman?"

"Who doesn't like Superman? He's handsome, fit, super capable, like the sun shining on mankind."

Batman is full of vigilance against Superman. Superman has a physical quality far beyond human beings, is extremely dangerous, and his behavior is uncontrollable.

"If there is a chance, I would like to hold a banquet for him, thank him for saving his life, and have a good chat with him, maybe we can become friends."

Batman must find a way to get close to Superman, find a way to find his identity and weaknesses, avoid the possibility of Superman becoming an enemy, and also take countermeasures for Superman's loss of control.

Bruce slowly stopped his endless praise of Superman, maybe because he saw that Warlock was not very interested in Superman, maybe because he had already said everything he knew about Superman, and he finally returned to the focus. on Warlock.

"In Hawaii, I always think of you. It feels too lonely to walk on the beach alone. I would rather walk on the nameless island with you."

"Me too, but there may be no way to go to that small island in the future." Warlock said, "The day after you set off for Hawaii, Batman revealed the problem of that island. The owner of that island turned out to be Poison Ivy, She used people as soil to grow rare plants, and hundreds of people have been killed."

"...The nature of this matter is very bad. The victims are not only Gotham people, but also tourists from all over the country who come here for the name. It took us a long time to resolve the follow-up matters in order to deal with the questioning of the states..."

"...Batman is really powerful. There are at least 30 potential victims on the island. If he hadn't revealed the truth, there would be more victims in the future..."

Bruce finds the scene familiar, Warlock praising Batman in exactly the same way he was praising Superman just now.

Warlock has never been shy about expressing his admiration for Batman. Mayor Dorian, who has always been dignified and calm, will turn into a fanboy when he meets Batman, and he will adore the dark knight to everyone around him.

Bruce wanted to answer a few words, just like Warlock would have responded with a few words to push the topic to continue, but it was too difficult to get Bruce to praise Batman.

Warlock raised his brows and eyes, and his whole body seemed to soften a lot, "Bruce, I'm very happy, you are willing to listen to what I have to say."

When the two met for the first time, Bruce publicly declared that Batman was a pervert who dressed himself as a big bat. The whole Gotham knew that Bruce Wayne was dissatisfied with Batman, but Bruce was willing to learn about Batman for Warlock.

"Well, it's nothing. I mean, it's all worth it for you."

Bruce held Warlock's hand with both hands, and his forehead was infinitely close to Warlock's, almost touching, and Warlock could feel the heat of Bruce's breathing.

"I have carefully investigated Batman's affairs. Although I have reservations about his violent behavior now, I have to say that he is a little better than I thought. He punished a lot of bad guys. For this, I am willing to bear his Most of the damage."

"Vorok, I want to thank you for letting me discover my prejudices."

Bruce attributed the change of his attitude towards Batman to Warlock, and logically turned the matter of Wayne Group's responsibility for Batman's battle damage to the bright side.

Warlock didn't dislike Bruce's petty thinking, it just felt like it should be.Batman never does anything for no reason. One thing can always achieve several goals. Before he separated Bruce Wayne and Batman too much, Warlock always felt that it was too false. Now it is real feeling.

Bruce is indeed a seasoned veteran, his words and deeds are so appropriate, purely from the point of view of dating, Warlock has the best boyfriend in the world.

But as time passed, Warlock gradually became anxious, and there was not much time before the night watch began.

Bruce sat like a clock, flipping through the order and asking Warlock if he would like another dessert, as if the night watch had nothing to do with him.

He looked up and saw that Warlock had changed several sitting positions within a minute, and suddenly said: "Do you feel a little bored here? I know that there is a good bar in the Diamond District, which is membership-only, and there is no need to worry about reporters or anyone. Take pictures, we can go over there and play."

Warlock confirmed that Bruce would not take the initiative to end the date. He pretended to be tired and said, "Bruce, I am very happy with today's date. It's just that it's late now, and I have two meetings tomorrow morning... "

"I was negligent." Bruce helped Warlock get his coat and cane, with a slightly annoyed look on his face, "I should have thought about it more. I'll take you home, and you have a good rest."

Warlock got up and took the coat and scepter, took the initiative to hold Bruce with one hand and shook his fingers, "I really want to stay with you all the time, but I still have a lot of work. The day after tomorrow is Saturday, the weekend We can stay together all day."

Bruce sent Warlock back to the apartment, watched the apartment lights turn on and off through the car window, and the frivolity and looseness in Bruce's eyes gradually disappeared.

"Alfred, get the night patrol equipment and the Batmobile ready. I'll arrive at the Batcave in about 10 minutes."

"Okay, Master Bruce." Alfred said on the communicator, "I remember that you estimated that the appointment would end after eleven o'clock, and there is still more than an hour before your estimated time. What happened? Is there a problem?"

"It's nothing, I estimated the wrong time." Bruce turned off the communicator directly, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards an abandoned entrance leading to the Batcave in the corner of Gotham.

Just as the silver-gray sports car drove out of the street where Warlock's apartment was located, a figure flew by in the night sky. Bruce looked at the figure that disappeared into the darkness, and whispered, "Why do I always feel that Batman is more important to you? ?”

……

People always say that the market is proud and the love field is frustrated, or the other way around, this is because they firmly believe that everything in the world is conserved.Batman didn't believe this before, but today he believes it. Bruce Wayne can say that the shopping malls have a good harvest, but the other side of Bruce, Batman, is a bit unlucky.

A drug dealer to deal with has four wolf dogs. He has a way of dealing with people, but he is not so good at dealing with dogs.After the drug dealer was dealt with, the four dogs continued to chase him and bite him. After finally knocking the four dogs unconscious, he received an alarm that the Batmobile was touched by a stranger.

It was a skinny boy with a wrench to remove the Batmobile's tires, and had already removed one for the second.

Seeing the shadow on the ground, the boy jumped up with the wrench in his hand. He held the wrench across his chest and looked at Batman nervously.

Batman recognized the boy at once, Jason Todd, the kid who worked odd jobs in the orphanage and rejected the Wayne Group subsidy.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Batman's hoarse voice sounded from under the mask, and he felt that the child could still be saved.

Jason shook violently, seeing that Batman didn't come up and wanted to beat him up, he lowered his head and said, "Steal. I'm stealing Batmobile tires. My mother passed away. I want to give her a simple funeral." .”

The children of the slums and crime lanes all learned at a very early age not to go head-to-head with people they couldn't afford to mess with, and they could save a few beatings by using their young and adults' rare love for cubs.

Batman never sees these kids as kids after one slip of the tongue, and their lies and deceit are more subtle than adults.

Looking at the nervous Jason, Batman fell silent. He knew that Jason hadn't lied, and such a rebellious child didn't bother to lie, and making him steal meant that he had reached a desperate situation.

"boarding."

Warlock stood on top of a tall building, and the night wind blew the cloak away from his body, making it completely useless for shelter from the wind.He watched Batman take away Jason Todd, and slightly raised his lips.

At first, he just wanted to see if something happened to Batman staying in the place where the crime did not happen for a long time, but he didn't expect to see the unexpected little guy.

The author says:

★Riwan is too difficult...

☆Bruce: Politely find a topic to praise Superman.

Warlock: Batman for real.

★Adopted the setting that the old butler is a retired agent of MI[-], and Kane Kate is a student of West Point Military Academy.

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