Chapter 1209 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-One)

"Hey, Jason, did you hear what the radio said about Batman appearing on the roof of Wayne Building tonight?"

In the study room of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting at the table holding a book, looked at Jason next to him and asked. Jason was writing furiously, and said without raising his head: "I don't listen to the radio. I can't understand the words conveyed by hearing. I still prefer to read newspapers."

"That's right." Dick tilted his head and smacked his lips and said: "Gotham's radio stations are full of gang wars. Oh, they now call that kind of uncivilized mutual spraying East Coast rap. I heard that they are planning to hold a competition to see who can curse more fiercely."

"However, the new travel and car radio is quite interesting." Dick continued.

"Because there is Batman there?" Jason tilted his head and glanced at Dick.

"I like what he said today. Gotham's night belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Dick supported his chin with his hand. His eyelids were always drooping, as if he was a little sleepy.

Jason saw his expression, shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the mental trauma you suffered some time ago has made you always have trouble sleeping, but you must take the initiative to rest, instead of letting yourself run out for a walk late at night. Don't you realize that your mental state is very bad?"

"Of course he didn't notice it, and he definitely plans to run out again tonight, and maybe he plans to stay up until midnight with those Batman fans waiting for him to show up."

Tim's voice sounded at the door. He walked in with a pile of books, passed Dick at the desk, stretched his head to look at what Jason was writing, and exclaimed.

"Wait a minute? What are you writing? Math exercise report? Why don't I remember the teacher leaving this homework?"

"Impossible, I heard from the teacher himself that the report on the three exercises during the day should be finished tonight..."

"Hey, wait, are you two transferred to the same class?" Dick looked at Tim and Jason with some confusion.

"He transferred to my class." Tim put down the pile of books in his hand and said, "Bruce thinks he should go to school normally, and has been looking for a school for him. As a result, he happened to meet my dad at the banquet a few days ago."

"You also know that my dad is a salesman. He madly promoted my school to Bruce and said that we can go to school together and be companions. Bruce actually agreed."

Jason also shrugged helplessly and said, "I am obviously older than him, but I have to be in the same grade with him. It's really terrible!"

"This is not unfair to you. Your science grades are really terrible." Tim and Jason squeezed together and stretched their necks to look at the exercise report he wrote. He pointed to a line of words on it and said:

"The exercise report asks you to write the solution ideas. What did you write? The grammatical errors of the questioner? Even if I I won't get scolded more than you if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow."

"God, please let me go! Sitting in the car with you skinny little kids every day to go to school is killing me!"...

Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said, "I hate math!"

But Tim smiled brightly. He pulled Jason's arm to get him closer to him and said, "We are counting on you for the football game this semester. You must beat the big guy in the next class!"

"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, then he pushed the homework book in front of him to Tim and said, "Help me finish the math problem report quickly, and I will help you write the grammar class paper."

"Okay, but you have to write the arithmetic problems yourself. These problems are so simple that I don't want to waste another second on them... Oh, Dick, where are you going?" Tim looked up at Dick who stood up in confusion.

Dick turned around so no one could see his expression. He coughed twice and said, "I'm going to do my homework too."

"Can't you just stay here and do it? Ask Alfred to bring the homework book up, and we can turn on a few less lights." Jason held him and said.

Dick shook his hand gently,

shook his head and said, "My grade is too different from yours, and I need a quieter environment to complete my homework."

After that, he left. Tim looked at his back and felt a little confused. Jason pursed his lips and said, "Did you see that? He is actually quite unhappy."

"Why?" Tim asked in confusion.

"You forgot that some time ago, Dick suffered a mental trauma and Bruce stayed with him all the time, leaving the two of us to fend for ourselves. Of course, I have always been self-reliant and don't rely on anyone." Jason shrugged and said.

"So what?" Tim still didn't quite understand. Jason sighed and explained, "Now that he's recovered, Bruce is busy with work and only has time at night. In the past few days, he's checked our homework as soon as he got home, instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember some time ago, Dick said that he hoped Bruce wouldn't go to his room so often, saying that he 'needed private space' and so on. Now that Bruce really doesn't go, he feels sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said, "The book says that every child will be like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."

"I definitely won't be either." Tim agreed.

When Dick went downstairs, he said hello to Alfred in a daze, then walked into his bedroom, closed the door tightly and didn't come out again.

In his bedroom, Dick first sat on the bed and flipped through his schoolbag, sorted out the homework to be done, and didn't go to the desk, just sat cross-legged on the floor, took the homework in his hand and started to write.

But before he wrote for a while, his brows frowned. Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math problems were more difficult.

They all went to private schools and received elite education, which was not easy. Dick's grades were not very good. He could be considered above the middle level before, but after recuperating at home for a while, he couldn't keep up with the course and now his grades have become below the middle level.

Dick wrote and scribbled for a long time, but couldn't get the answer at all. He threw the draft paper to the ground in annoyance, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, as if he didn't want to admit defeat and continued to calculate. …

But math is something that you can't do if you don't know it. Dick missed a little idea and went into a dead end. He also started to get stuck in the calculation. The more he calculated, the more he couldn't figure it out.

Dick hit the bed board next to him hard, but he didn't know who he was angry with. He looked up at the clock and showed a look of loss.

Sitting there and thinking for a while, Dick put down the homework in his hand, dragged a toolbox from under the bed, put on the hook and other equipment, opened the window, climbed down the wall, and came to the garden.

The huge city, in the moonlight reflected by the sea, became a silhouette with a bright outline. A slender and powerful figure ran quickly above the roof and finally stopped in the center of the moon.

Dick stroked the edge of the eye mask, turned his head and looked at the tallest building in the city center, where there was also a black shadow, taller and stronger, like a mountain that could never be crossed.

Dick knew that when he was looking at Batman, Batman was not looking at him.

Batman was looking at this city, this city that belonged to him, he was the god of this city, every building, every car, every person here, was his child.

Dick once admired Batman's great ideals and wanted to take this path, but when he stood here again and looked at Batman's figure, what flashed through his mind was Bruce's slightly sleepy eyes still staring at him in front of the bed.

Dick once thought that Batman was a god in the dark, the greatest person he knew, understood and could contact, and he would definitely admire Batman all his life.

But now, he felt a little guilty, as if he had made another friend behind his best friend's back, and that friend made him like him more, and the later friend was Bruce.

Compared to Batman, Bruce is more like a living person. When he tucks Dick in, he doesn't look great, and even a little too ordinary, which can't satisfy any young boy's heroic dream. Dick wants to be Batman, but he also wants Bruce to accompany him. He feels that he is too greedy, and feels lost because he can't realize it. After standing on the roof for a while, Dick did not jump to a closer building as usual to observe Batman from a closer distance, but turned around with a sense of loss, intending to go back to Wayne Manor to do homework. But just as he turned around and jumped between the two buildings, he saw a dark figure appear in the alley below. He was so tall and strong, but he was out of tune with the surrounding environment, with a strong dark atmosphere, even darker than the night of Gotham. "…………Batman?" Dick called out subconsciously. The next second, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, how could he be Batman? Batman is far away."

But the curiosity aroused by the alarm made Dick feel anxious. He squatted on the roof and hesitated for a while, but still climbed down the drainpipe and came to the dark alley.

But when he landed on the ground, the figure had disappeared. Dick looked around and felt a little disappointed. He thought that his mental trauma might not have healed, so he had hallucinations.

Dick scratched his head and turned to leave, but at this moment, two sounds of breaking air came from behind him.

Dick instinctively jumped to the side and flipped over the wall. He squatted on the top of the wall like a flexible cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley with a sharp gaze.

As a dark figure walked out of the darkness, Dick's eyes widened in shock and he shouted:

"Batman?!"

But in an instant, he took two steps back vigilantly, stood up with the help of the wall next to him, stared at the figure in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"No! You are not Batman!"

A deep voice darker than the night of Gotham came from the end of the alley:

"I am."

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