Chapter 1215 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Seven)

When Bruce opened his eyes again, Gordon's face appeared in front of him, but what he waited for was not doubtful questions or concern. Gordon said anxiously: "Bruce, Mayor Roy was assassinated this morning and was seriously injured!"

Bruce woke up instantly, but with the awakening came severe pain and dizziness that made him a little suffocated.

He found that he couldn't stand up straight, so Gordon helped him sit up and said, "Who did you fight with last night? You broke three ribs, injured your lungs, and lost two molars."

Bruce frowned deeply, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "How is Roy?"

"Very bad." Gordon looked worried. He sighed and said, "He saved his life, but the problem is that many people now think that Falcone did it, and the situation has become very tense."

Gordon sat down by Bruce's bed, poured him some water and said, "You know, the Falcone family is a gangster family after all, and little Falcone needs to work for the family's interests. "His prestige is not as high as his father's, so he must be ruthless in some matters and carry them out to the end to establish his own authority." "He and Roy also have differences on some issues of urban development. Roy thinks that he is too selfish and only cares about Falcone and the twelve families. He can't solve Gotham's problems from the root." "Alberto thinks Roy is completely unrealistic. If he wants to copy the successful plan of the Imperial City and does not make localized reforms, everything will fail." "Roy thinks Alberto just wants to seek personal gain for the Falcone family, and Alberto thinks Roy is for his own political career. The problem is that neither of them can prove that they have no selfishness." "Originally Before, you were there to mediate, and neither of them dared to offend you, so they didn't make a big fuss. But you didn't attend the last few banquets, and the two of them have been in a very tense situation. "

"As a result, just this morning, Roy was assassinated on his way to the city government office building. He was shot four times, but fortunately the hospital was close and he survived."

"He said he didn't see the killer clearly, but everyone thought it was Alberto. To be honest, the Falcone family has a long history of bad deeds in this regard, and everyone knows how the previous mayors died."

Bruce struggled to get up from the bed, then instantly hunched over, his face showing pain, but he still stood up and shouted to the door "Alfred... Alfred! Get dressed. I'm going to Falconet Manor."

Gordon helped Bruce put on his clothes, but Bruce was a little reluctant to stand. He was too exhausted. Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Gordon and said, "Get me some painkillers. Don't let Alfred know."

As soon as Gordon opened his mouth, Bruce stretched out a hand to stop him from speaking, and then said, "I know the harm of abusing painkillers better than anyone, but the situation is special now. Gotham's transformation is at a critical stage. I can't let it all go to waste."

Gordon sighed, he helped Bruce to sit down by the bed, hesitated for a moment, and took out the intercom hanging around his waist.

After a while, a rope came down with several bottles of medicine inside. Just as Bruce was about to reach out to take them, Gordon took his hand back and said:

"I have to remind you that this thing may affect your IQ. Your precious genius brain must not be poisoned by drugs, so you must swear to me that you will never abuse painkillers."

"Don't worry, I swear, I care about my brain more than anyone else."

Gordon hesitated, but in the end, it was not Bruce's promise that made him hand the medicine to Bruce, but the pain between his eyebrows.

Bruce felt better after taking the medicine, so the two of them planned to go out, but just as they walked out of the room, Bruce saw Dick at the end of the corridor. Actinium

Dick walked forward hesitantly, still holding the homework book in his hand. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Last night, Tim and Jason persuaded me all night. Well, I'm sorry, Bruce, I know I was..."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. A uniformed police officer rushed up quickly and whispered a few words in Gordon's ear. Gordon's face changed and said to Bruce: "Roy's sister took a gun to Falcone's manor. She shot Alberto first and then shot herself. Falcone Mrs. Falcone was frightened and fainted. She went to the hospital for a checkup and found that she was pregnant, but the situation was not good. "

"Alberto was almost angry to death. He wanted to kill Roy and his sister. The leaders of the twelve families were trying to dissuade him, but they could not persuade him anymore. We must go there immediately and stop Alberto."

Bruce's face also changed. He knew that the Falcone family were all of Italian descent and traditional Catholics. They valued their family very much. Mrs. Falcone was injured, and the conflict would definitely be intensified to a very dangerous level.

Bruce really didn't care too much. He rushed downstairs at a brisk pace, opened the door of the police car, pulled the driver down, sat in, and sped away with a foot on the accelerator.

Dick stood there, looking at his back, and the courage he had mustered overnight disappeared.

After Bruce persuaded and mediated all the conflicts, and dragged his tired and painful body back to the manor, Dick had already packed his schoolbag. Bruce walked to him and sat down and said, "Dick, I'm back. I think we can talk."

"I'm really sorry." Dick looked at Bruce with tears in his eyes and said, "I didn't know you were injured. I didn't know you were injured so badly."

The black-haired boy turned his head and reached out to put the last book into his schoolbag, then said, "You should go to rest and have a good sleep. I don't have any problems, or compared to the problems you face, my problems are small and I can solve them myself."

Bruce looked at him in a daze. For some reason, he felt like his chest was blocked by something, and it was even more painful than the pain of broken ribs.

"Just now, I called the teacher to apologize. I promised her that I would do my homework well and asked her to agree to let me go to the school boarding school. Today is Friday, so I won't come back this weekend."

After that, Dick put on his schoolbag, walked in front of Bruce, stared into his eyes and said: "We should all try not to worry you, so that you can use your free time to rest."

"Dick, don't be like this, Dick..." Bruce repeatedly called Dick's name and said: "We need to have a good talk."

"You should go to the hospital now." Dick looked at Bruce's pale face, he He said very seriously: "I can solve my own problems, so you should also solve yours."

After speaking, Dick was about to go out, Bruce grabbed his arm, Dick looked back helplessly, he opened his schoolbag and took out the homework book from it, opened it and showed it to Bruce: "Look, I did my homework well yesterday, understood all the questions, and corrected the previous mistakes."

Bruce took a look at the neat handwriting on the homework book, he found that he was not happy at all, but felt angry and sad, but then felt ashamed of his emotions.

Dick closed the homework book, gently touched Bruce's face with his hand, and said: "I'm going to school."

When the boy turned around, he just walked into the sunset light through the floor-to-ceiling window, and the string in Bruce's heart finally broke.

"Come back, Dick!"

Bruce could no longer feel the pain. He stood up, grabbed Dick and pulled him back. Dick frowned, obviously hurt by him, but Bruce didn't mean to let go. He emphasized again: "I said, come back! Dick! What are you doing?!"

"I'm going to school!" Dick emphasized.

"I said I want to have a good talk with you. You think you have nothing to say to me, and then you lose your temper and want to run away from home. Dick Grayson, do you think I will let you do this?!"

Bruce felt that the blood in his body began to burn. He walked to the phone with big strides and said while dialing: "If you don't want to study, then I will call the teacher to ask for a few days off. You must develop good study habits at home and then go to school."

Dick was stunned. His schoolbag fell to the ground. He looked at Bruce in disbelief and said: "Do you think I'm lying? Even if I have done my homework well, you still don't believe me? Or do you want to call the teacher to confirm whether what I said is true? ! ”

Dick's eyes turned red in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you hate me, you can say it directly! I don't do my homework well, you want to teach me a lesson, now I do my homework well and plan to go to school, but you don't let me go, is it that no matter what I do, it's wrong?"

"Last night, you still had nightmares because of mental trauma, and this afternoon, you told me that you were going to live in the school, Dick Grayson, is this a manifestation of your responsibility for your own health? ! ” Bruce also raised his voice.

"I know my mental health better than you do!" Dick almost screamed.

But then, he showed an extremely sad expression, standing there and talking to himself: "You won't do this to Tim and Jason, I shouldn't believe them when they say you are inexperienced as a father for the first time, I shouldn't be considerate of you, you don't appreciate it at all!"

"I just hope you are better!" Bruce said.

Dick took two steps back, shaking his head and saying, "Is it the same as you are now?"

Bruce opened his eyes wide, but Dick wiped his tears and said as he stepped back, "Why do you ask me to do something you can't do yourself?"

After that, he turned around and ran out of the door. The phone in Bruce's hand fell down and hit the ground with a "clang".

Bruce sat back on the sofa, holding the back of the sofa. Uncontrollable pain burst out from his chest. He had never felt so painful in his life.

Bruce felt that he was struggling to breathe, like a fish that was about to die. The dizziness caused by suffocation made a layer of black fog in front of his eyes. An inexplicable fear surrounded him, and he felt that he would die.

Bruce had never thought about it before, but this time he felt extremely panicked. He firmly believed that he would die, and he also firmly believed that he was afraid of death. Actinium

He almost fumbled to get the painkillers out of his pocket, trembling and pouring out a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The hazy and dreamy light and shadow appeared in front of Bruce, making him seem to be back on the roof of the Wayne Building, seeing the neon lights of Gotham every night.

And Thomas, who really saw these neons, took off the pistol from his waist, and his fingers wearing black gloves filled four bullets into the magazine, without any joy of victory between his eyebrows.

It is amazing that the wrinkles of this old Batman, who had long been tamed by pain, can squeeze out more pain from the pain.

Just like the endless cold rain every night in Gotham.

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