Chapter 1216 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Eight)

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

The forced calmness brought by the large amount of analgesics made Bruce's breathing rate gradually slow down. Putting aside the euphoria that made him have hazy hallucinations, countless scenes began to replay in Bruce's mind.

He had dreamed of the happy family life he should have had in countless nights, the tall and steady Thomas, the gentle and beautiful Martha, who accompanied him and spent one peaceful and happy day after another.

But the scenes of Thomas in these dreams could not overlap with the Thomas he met today. They were too different.

But what made Bruce feel contradictory was that the logic of the Batman Thomas he met in action and behavior was exactly the same as his father in his memory. He did not think that this was the effect that plastic surgery or cloning could achieve.

More fragments, more details, the brain that was far beyond the ordinary began to work overload, and all the details in just a few minutes were fully analyzed.

In an instant, the fragments like a mirror shattered, and Bruce opened his eyes, feeling a little confused.

He finally understood where those contradictory feelings came from. This Thomas gave him a sense of strangeness, but at the same time gave him a sense of familiarity.

This familiarity did not come from Thomas's face and figure. In fact, this Batman Thomas was much older than Bruce's memory, and his figure was also different.

The original Thomas was a businessman. Although he would go to the gym to maintain his majestic image, it was obviously impossible for him to have such strong and smooth muscle lines as this Batman Thomas, nor did he have such a dark temperament.

Originally, such a big difference should make him feel strange, but inexplicably, Bruce felt that the expressions and words made by this Batman were somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a while, Bruce stood up from the sofa. A sharp pain attacked him again. Bruce covered his chest and stood there for a while, then shouted to Alfred: "Alfred, before... before, where is the potted plant I brought back from hell?"

Alfred came over, he supported Bruce and said: "The little devil named Hexagon always fights with Elsa, so I sent it to Rodriguez Manor."

Hearing the familiar surname, Bruce's mouth corners obviously turned down, but he seemed to pretend not to hear it. He said to Alfred: "Can you go and pick it up? I need it tonight."

Alfred nodded. This is not difficult. It was originally fostered with Merkel. He just needs to drive over to pick it up.

After Alfred left, Bruce pursed his lips and looked a little uncomfortable. He held the railing and slowly walked to the basement. Now the basement is his laboratory. Bats are not here. Those bat equipment are all in the caves in the suburbs.

After arriving in the basement, Bruce wanted to start the lathe to make something for himself, but he found that his physical injuries were too serious. He could only lie on the operating panel and move every few minutes.

Bruce slowly stood up, turned around and sat down with his back against the laboratory table, breathing slowly and heavily.

And between the panting, there was a series of hurried footsteps.

Just when Bruce's eyes went black and he wanted to take out the painkillers and swallow them, he felt his arm being grabbed.

In the haze, he heard an anxious call.

"Bruce! Bruce! Wake up quickly!...Bruce!"

Bruce felt an unexplained anxiety. He was worried that after he woke up, a series of troubles would be waiting for him.

His physical condition, which was close to the limit, made him instinctively want to escape, but his last rationality told him that the voice that woke him up was very immature, so he had to wake up.

In the interweaving of black fog and dreamy light and shadow, Bruce saw the faces of Jason and Tim, and also saw Dick standing far away at the door of the laboratory.

"I said, he must be in trouble!" Tim reached out and snatched the pills from Bruce's hand. Jason took the bottle and screamed: "Oh my God, where did he get this good stuff?!"

Jason quickly stuffed the bottle into his pocket. Tim looked at his movements and asked in confusion: "What? What kind of medicine is this?"

"This is a regular painkiller! Not those second-processed junk! Even if it is taken to the living hell now, it can be sold at a high price of forty or fifty dollars. For those drug addicts, they can even exchange their lives for it."

As Jason said, he walked forward and flipped Bruce's eyelids, sighed and said: "He took too many painkillers and is now in a stage of scattered consciousness. What happened?"

Tim turned back and pulled Dick over. As he walked, he said to Dick: "Don't you see? His mental state is a little abnormal. He must have encountered something last night."

"He..." Dick hesitated, but seeing Bruce leaning on the lab table with a pale face, he still said: "The night I quarreled with him and ran away, I met a weirdo who claimed to be Batman, and I thought..."

"What do you think?"

"He is more like Batman than Batman."

"Oh my God, don't joke!" Tim patted Dick on the back and said, "Batman is here now."

"It must be some fake who hurt him!" Dick's tone suddenly showed a hint of anger, and his unstable mental state made him look a little startled, and Tim hurried to comfort him.

Jason's expression was also very angry. In fact, he was the one with the worst temper among the three. In Gotham, every kid who had been on the streets had a bad temper. Jason immediately turned to Tim and said, "Don't you know how to crack the combination lock? Go to the warehouse and open the gun cabinet!"

"No, don't, come back..." Bruce shouted in a daze: "Do me a favor, do me a favor, Dick... Dick!"

Hearing Bruce calling his name, Dick instinctively walked over. Bruce seemed to have completely lost consciousness and just instinctively shouted, "Dick, help me press the third The button in the row... the design is in the drawer."

Dick turned around and opened the drawer, but he flipped through the design inside and said, "There are no new design drawings here. Aren't these all ordinary bat equipment?"

Jason and Tim also came up. When Bruce was silent, the three of them studied it for a while, and finally Jason said, "He may need new bat equipment, but those things are now in the cave, so he wants to make a new set."

"Then why doesn't he go and get it? ...Oh, he can't drive now." Dick suddenly realized.

"Dick, you stay here to take care of Bruce, Tim and I will drive to get the equipment. Remember, don't let him take medicine again. Drug addiction is not good." After Jason finished speaking, he took Tim and left in a very swift and decisive manner.

Dick sat next to Bruce and started crying again. He didn't know if Bruce could hear him, but he still said to himself: "I'm really sorry. I didn't know that the weirdo wanted to hurt you that day."

"In fact, I should have noticed that he wanted to use me. I should have known that he had bad intentions, but I was too angry at the time. I think you just wanted to blame me on purpose."

"Dick... Dick..." Bruce, who was fuzzy, called Dick's name, making a mosquito-like buzzing sound. Dick couldn't hear what he was saying, so he moved closer.

Bruce didn't think rationally at all now. The impact of a large amount of painkillers left him with only instinct, so he stretched out his arms and hugged Dick in his arms.

Dick's eyes widened in shock. He felt Bruce hugged him tightly, and his strong arms squeezed his chest.

He was like a sponge. After being under such pressure, love and tears were squeezed out like a waterfall.

Dick started to cry loudly, like a newborn baby. He didn't know if he saw tears in Bruce's eyes, but he didn't know what kind of emotions he felt, sadness, grievance, and more. He could only vent them by crying.

It wasn't until Dick started to cry in Bruce's arms, and the fragments of their time together were replayed in his mind, that Bruce realized that behind the alternation of patriarchy, there was an identical father and son looking in the mirror.

Bruce felt that Thomas was so stubborn, domineering, and old-fashioned, like a piece of wood that couldn't be explained, but maybe at some point, Dick also saw him that way.

Thomas made a judgment without knowing anything at all, and used violent means to force Bruce to accept his ideas, but Bruce was also like this when dealing with Dick.

He seemed to have the patience to communicate well, but he actually didn't understand Dick at all. He didn't know why he was like this, nor did he know what he wanted. He interpreted all this as nonsense.

When many people were children, they felt that their parents were stubborn, inflexible, and unreasonable. They also said to themselves in their hearts that when they become parents, they must not become like this.

But if they could really do this, there would not be so many awkward and painful family relationships in the world.

When people are in a low position, they beautify themselves and think that with their willpower, they can remain pure even if they are in a high position.

But when they are really in a high position, they will think that human nature cannot stand the test. I am just doing it for myself. What's wrong with me?

The same is true for the relationship between father and son.

When I was a son, I wanted a reasonable father who understood and communicated.

When I was a father, I would think, I have given him so much, I am so busy at work, and I bear so much pressure. Can't my son understand me?

Human beings are essentially unable to understand each other, and they have never learned any lessons from history. Patriarchy is the concentrated embodiment of these two points.

Therefore, the alternation of patriarchy has been carried out thousands of times, and when it falls on everyone, it is still extremely painful, and no one can escape it.

This kind of pain did not bring Bruce any growth, but only made him realize that he was not immune to the weaknesses of human nature, but fortunately, everyone was like this.

Then, this made him realize that the solution to the various contradictions in the replacement of patriarchy is not to let the other party go, but to let oneself go.

As long as you do not beautify yourself as an absolutely correct, perfect person with strong willpower and self-control, you will not feel that you can do better than anyone else, and you can also solve the oppression as a father and the resistance as a son.

As a father, the road I point out is not perfect, so you just listen to it for the time being, and it is up to you whether you want to go or not. As a son, my plan for my life is not perfect, so I still need other people's opinions.

Only by giving up the unreasonable arrogance and self-beautification from the inferior nature of human beings can there be room for each other to take a step back, and these reserved spaces can accommodate love and understanding.

Of course, there is another possibility. Bruce, sitting on the ground, thought that if he took a step back, the other party would push forward. At that time, what should he do?

At this time, Bruce thought again, what is the difference between patriarchy and power?

Father and son have a physical blood connection, however, this cannot be perceived in reality. The so-called blood is thicker than water, which refers more to emotional connection. The difference between patriarchy and power lies in love.

The essence of love is not to make people move forward aggressively, but to make people retreat with consideration.

Once there is no love, this relationship becomes outright exploitation and oppression.

In the face of pure exploitation and oppression, what should be done? Bruce knows that he has learned this lesson a long time ago.