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

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. He felt that his breath was choked in his throat again, and there was a fishy and sweet smell coming up. He took a deep breath and looked at Jason and said, "So you also sleep in class, right?" "Aren't you like this too?" Jason was surprised. He looked at Bruce with a surprised and puzzled expression and said, "The last time I went to deliver the lesson plan to Professor Schiller, I saw you lying on the desk in the back row, sleeping soundly." Bruce was speechless. He suddenly discovered a very serious problem. He seemed to have no qualifications to ask Dick to get a good grade. Dick's grades in his class were considered to be in the lower middle, and Bruce was simply at the bottom of his class. If Bruce could still explain his freshman and sophomore years by pretending to be an unlearned playboy, in his junior year, Wayne Group expanded a lot of business and the business was booming. He could no longer pretend to be unlearned. Everyone knew that he was a lucky business genius.

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

"I am an adult, I can adjust..." Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but seeing Jason 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 the teacher, and the teacher asked him the reason, Jason went to the teacher and said that he could adjust the time for work and study, and the teacher asked him who he learned from, things would be bad.

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

"They think that this degree represents the degree of their parents' love for them. 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 affection should occupy in the personality they will build in the future, and what position their parents should be placed in. The basis for their judgment is the reaction of their parents after they challenge authority."

"I shouldn't scold 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 his previous mental trauma has not healed yet."

"If a madman ran into my dream and kidnapped me and cut off my ears, I couldn't resist and could only watch him hurt me, and no one came to save me. This desperate scene would make me have nightmares for at least half a year." Jason's face flashed a trace of fear very rarely.

Bruce pursed his lips and showed a trace of guilt. He said in a low voice: "I shouldn't have blamed Dick last night, but I was too angry at that time."

"You said that you are an adult and 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 to accompany Dick and let him know that the terrible things that happened in the dream are not real."

Bruce stood up and walked slowly into the room, but Dick began to tremble all over again, or he was dazed and crying. Bruce stood in the middle of the room, not knowing whether he should get close.

After a while, he still went 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 stuffed in his mind.

The emotions called anger during the day will be brewed into a glass of wine called grievance in the darkness of the night, but if there is no one to talk to, countless sorrows will be poured into the wine glass, and then blended into loneliness.痷

Loneliness is a bitter cup of wine that is hard to drink. All the flavors you taste from it are just the self-consolation of the poor. Even if you have drunk it many times, when you swallow it, you still want to pick out one or two sentences from the crazy nonsense of drunkenness to ask the heaven why it is so unfair.

Bruce was holding back his worries. No matter how much he adjusted his emotions, he couldn't fall asleep, but this was not because of disappointment. Perhaps it was because he felt hope, because he met Thomas today.

Thinking of the tall figure, Bruce imagined him to be 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 suppress his inner impulse. He put on his clothes as quickly as possible, and didn't even have time to put on Batman's equipment. He rushed into the rainy night of Gotham.

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

Bruce knew that it was extremely unwise to consume his physical strength to this extent. 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 finished.

But what frightened him more than this fact was that he did not find the figure after circling the sky above the city. 痷

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.

But at this moment, Bruce looked back and saw a figure standing on the top of the Wayne Building through the hazy halo of rain on his eyelashes. He was 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 him 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 father-son reunion 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 ask for an explanation for his hysterical sadness and loneliness for so many years.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

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 his 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 get back on the right track."

The moment the voice fell, the black figure rushed forward. Bruce was not willing 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 punch 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. A sharp buzzing sounded 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 stood up slowly, and the black fog brought by the dizziness made Bruce only able to see his figure clearly in the haze. He was still so tall and strong, and still fit in with the night of Gotham.

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

"I am." 嗷

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 where it shouldn't 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, 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 audible in the rain.

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

He was trying to convince himself that it was only because he was unwilling to attack Thomas that he ended up in such a miserable situation. However, his reason told him that he really couldn't beat Thomas. Even if he was fully armed in uniform, he was still no match for him.

But the moment he learned this fact, Bruce was not filled with fear, but with 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 would regard their lives as a tragedy. Not only are you a failure, but you are also despicable, which makes me feel ashamed... Uh!"

A bat dart pierced Bruce's shoulder blade, and the rain line fell on the cold ground with bright red blood. 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, looking at the blood dripping from his mouth and nose in the puddle with a distracted look, dyeing everything bloody red. 痷

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