Chapter 1214 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Six) Guibi

In Bruce's slightly expectant eyes, Jason shook his head and said, "I don't know, I fell asleep when I heard this."

Bruce choked, and he felt his breath being choked in his throat again, and the fishy-sweet breath kept coming back. He took a deep breath, looked at Jason and said, "So you are also sleeping in class, Yeah?"

"Isn't that the same for you?" Jason was surprised. He looked at Bruce with a surprised and puzzled expression and said, "Last time I went to deliver a lesson to Professor Schiller, I saw you lying on the back. Arrange the desks and sleep well. "

Bruce was speechless and choked.

He suddenly discovered a very serious problem. He seemed to have no qualifications to ask Dick to get good grades.

Dick was in the middle of the pack in his class, and Bruce was at the bottom of his class.

If it can be explained by the fact that Bruce wanted to pretend to be an uneducated playboy in his freshman and sophomore years, in his junior year, Wayne Group expanded a lot of business, and the business was booming. Wushu can no longer be disguised. Everyone knows that he is a lucky business genius.

So at that time, Bruce should have been studying hard, but at that time, he felt that he was very busy, and his academic performance was not very necessary for him, so he occasionally chose to spend his rest time in class.

"I'm an adult, I can adjust..." Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but looking at Jason's eyes staring at him, Bruce really couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

What if one day, Jason was caught sleeping in class by his teacher, and the teacher asked him why. Jason went to the teacher and told him that he could adjust his work and study time, and the teacher asked him who he learned it from, and things would be bad.

"Why does Dick feel scared?" Jason asked himself and answered: "There is another reason for children to challenge authority during their rebellious period. They want to know how far their parents will tolerate them."

"They believe that this level represents the extent to which their parents love them, and they know rationally that this is too much, but they can't help it. They want to know whether their parents will still love them after they become independent."

"They want to know what position family love should occupy in the personality they construct in the future, and what position their parents should place in it, and the basis for their judgment is the reaction of their parents after provoking authority."

"I shouldn't reprimand him, right?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know either." Jason shook his head again. He thought for a while and then said, "But I think Dick's behavior may be because he has not healed from previous mental trauma."

"If a madman comes into my dream, kidnaps me, and cuts off my ears, I can't resist, I can only watch him hurt me, and no one comes to save me, such a desperate scene It will give me nightmares for at least half a year." A rare hint of fear flashed across Jason's face.

Bruce pursed his lips, showing a trace of guilt, and said in a low tone: "Last night, I shouldn't blame Dick, but I was too angry at the time."

"You said, you are an adult, you have the ability to adjust everything." Jason shrugged lightly, glanced at the door, and then said: "But it's not too late now, you can go and stay with me Dick, let him know that the terrible things that happened in his dreams are not real."

Bruce stood up and walked slowly into the room, but Dick began to tremble all over again, or shed tears sluggishly. Bruce stood in the middle of the room, not knowing whether he should get closer.

After a while, he walked out, called Alfred over, and coaxed Dick to sleep.

Bruce lay on the bed in the bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with chaotic thoughts filling his mind.

The emotion called anger during the day will be brewed into a cup of wine called grievance in the darkness of night. But if no one talks to it, countless sorrows will be poured into the cup, and then mixed into loneliness.

Loneliness is a bitter cup of bitter wine, and all the flavors you taste from it are just the self-comfort of poor people. Even if you have drunk it many times, when you swallow it, you still want to pick out the nonsense that is drunk to the point of madness. A sentence or two to ask Heaven why it is so unfair.

Bruce was holding back his thoughts, and no matter how much he adjusted his emotions, he couldn't sleep. But this was not because of disappointment, but perhaps because he felt hope, because he saw Thomas today.

Thinking of that tall figure, Bruce imagined him as stronger in his mind. The days and nights he had spent with Thomas kept replaying in his mind, making him sit up from the bed.

Standing in front of the bedroom window, Bruce couldn't restrain his inner impulse. He put on his clothes as quickly as possible, and without even having time to put on Batman's equipment, Bruce rushed into the rainy night in Gotham.

He kept jumping in the dark city, his speed getting faster and faster, and his blood getting hotter and hotter, until white mist came out of his body due to the temperature. Bruce, who was standing on the top of the building, had never panted so violently.

Bruce knew that it was extremely unwise to expend his physical strength to this level. The sweet smell of his breath and the pain in his lungs reminded him that if a dangerous criminal approached him at this time, he would be doomed.

But what frightened him even more than this fact was that after circling around the city, he didn't find that figure.

Frightened, disappointed, and a little lucky, Bruce finally turned around and planned to leave, mocking in his heart that his emotional madness was useless except for increasing the possibility of fever.

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But at this moment, Bruce looked back, and through the hazy halo of rain on his eyelashes, he saw a figure standing on the top of the Wayne Building, so tall and strong, like a mountain.

Bruce walked in that direction as if guided by something, until he came behind the figure.

Before he could ask, the person opposite had taken off his mask. It was his father Thomas Wayne, who had haunted Bruce for countless days and nights.

But the scene of the reunion between father and son was not warm at all. Thomas looked too old and tired, while Bruce was crazy and fragile.

The emotional fluctuations in the past few days have stretched Bruce's heartstrings to the limit.

All the doubts and grievances in his heart turned into a rage. He wanted to seek an explanation for his hysterical sadness and loneliness over the years.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

After the initial cold light, when the bat dart spun, the first thing that was cut was the dense rain line, and then it returned to the extreme speed, flying past Thomas's white hair with the force of thunder, and the bright blade reflected the wrinkles at the corners of the old father's eyes.

"This is you, Batman." Thomas said, "When you reunited with your father, you chose to attack him. Such a ruthless monster should not exist at all."

Bruce regretted it the moment the batarang was thrown, but Thomas' attitude angered him even more. He stared at Thomas' eyes and said, "You lied to me and abandoned me."

"You don't have any patience to investigate the facts. You only rely on your narrow imagination and put all the responsibility on others." Thomas said, "But this is also my responsibility. When I was away, you didn't receive enough education, let alone lessons."

"And now, I'm back to correct all these mistakes, Bruce, I will kill Batman and let you go back to the right path."

The moment the voice fell, the black figure rushed forward. Bruce was not to be outdone. He raised his arm to block in front of him. After blocking Thomas's fist, he turned around and elbowed. Thomas bent over to avoid it and threw another punch.

Bruce dodged his fist in the simplest way by leaning sideways, but the next second, Thomas' eyes flashed coldly, and he took a step forward, stepped on the ground between Bruce's legs with his right foot, and gently lifted it to the right, causing Bruce to stagger.

Thomas took advantage of the situation and stretched out his arm to strangle Bruce's neck from behind, threw him to the ground fiercely, and punched him on the cheekbone.

The punch was very heavy, and Bruce felt dizzy almost instantly, with a sharp buzzing sound in his ears, and his tongue scraped against his teeth, cutting a large cut, and blood flowed down his lips.

Thomas half-knelt on Bruce, pinched his neck, and punched him again. Bruce made a dying sound, and more blood flowed out of his mouth.

Thomas slowly stood up, and the black fog brought by the dizziness made Bruce only able to see his figure clearly in the haze, still so tall and strong, and still fit in with the night of Gotham.

"You are not... Thomas..."

"I am."

Thomas squatted down again, grabbed Bruce's jaw with one hand, turned his head, forced him to look at him, and said: "The ignorance and shallowness caused by the lack of education have made you do all kinds of mistakes and waste your life in places that should not be wasted. Now that I have such a chance to change all this... You'd better do what I say, otherwise, I will teach you a lesson."

Thomas shook Bruce's face away, stood up, stepped on Bruce's chest, and then threw the mask he took off on Bruce, saying :

"Do you think I'm crazy? But this is the price of being Batman. I have worn out all my patience and emotions and turned myself into a ruthless and violent law enforcement machine."

"If you want the patient explanations and warm reminiscences you want, take off that ridiculous uniform. I will not allow my son to become Batman."

"In order to prevent those terrible tragedies from happening to you again, I will use all means. Today is just the beginning."

Thomas raised his foot, but the next second he stepped heavily on Bruce's chest. The sound of broken ribs was clearly visible in the rain.

Bruce covered his chest and took a quick breath, groaning like he was dying.

He was trying to convince himself that he was in such a miserable situation because he was unwilling to attack Thomas. But his reason told him that he really couldn't beat Thomas. Even if he put on a uniform and was fully armed, he was not his opponent.

But the moment he learned this fact, Bruce was not afraid, but boundless anger.

Thomas turned around and wanted to leave, but Bruce still covered his injured chest and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Only losers will see their lives as a tragedy. Not only are you a failure, you are also despicable. I feel ashamed... Ugh!"

A bat dart pierced Bruce's shoulder blade, and the raindrops with bright red blood fell on the cold ground. Bruce struggled to get up from the ground, but Thomas looked back at him and said:

"I am a failed father, and so are you. You will only bring pain to your children."

In an instant, Bruce's arms became weak, and he fell to the ground again, watching the blood on his mouth and nose dripping into the puddle with a distracted look, dyeing everything a bloody red.