Chapter 1218 The Cry of the Lamb (End)

Chapter 1211 The Cry of the Lamb (End)

When Bruce saw Schiller in the interrogation room, he was still wearing a straitjacket and a mask. He was not acquitted as Amanda said.

From the look between his eyebrows, Bruce understood that he had been waiting for him here for a long time. This series of farces should be over.

When Bruce sat opposite Schiller, every detail of the whole thing from beginning to end began to play in his mind.

If Bruce must summarize this matter, it is that he first discovered that everyone in the bureau is arrogant, beautifying themselves, and imperfect.

Bruce thinks that Schiller is an autistic patient, so he needs to be treated. The treatment method is to bind himself to himself and never be able to leave the society of ordinary people, regardless of whether Arrogant wants freedom.

As Bruce's father, Thomas presets the scene in his heart. He is the most important person in Bruce's life. Bruce will not live well without him. From this, it can be deduced that Bruce must have taken the wrong path.

Thomas failed to successfully cover up his thinking, and Schiller caught the loophole in his heart. Schiller gave him more affirmation, helped the evil, and made him more convinced of what he had imagined.

As a father, his authority made him feel that he was doing good for Bruce, so he used violence to force him to bow his head, thinking that his judgment and suggestions must be correct, and the other party must listen and do what he said, otherwise he would definitely live a more miserable life.

As for Schiller, Bruce's teacher, morbid Schiller felt that he was doing good for Arrogance, so he forcibly bound him to Batman without asking for his opinion.

Arrogance felt that he was also doing good for Bruce, in order to let him pass the exam and face the possible danger, so he constantly established his authority in four years and oppressed Bruce as a father.

In short, everyone constantly implements their will on others, and firmly believes that their will is right and for the good of the other party, and this is the essence of patriarchy.

It is actually difficult to say whether patriarchy is power covered with a layer of love or love covered with a layer of power.

Perhaps the father's advice is right, and perhaps the son's resistance is also right, but this cannot cover up the fact that everyone is hurting each other in the name of love.

At this time, we have to talk about the old saying again, love is not control, but fulfillment.

More importantly, you can't just give the other person what you want, and you can't force him to accept it.

When Bruce sat opposite Schiller, he had actually thought about all this, but he still had a question he didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and asked: "...Aren't you angry?"

When Bruce found out that Thomas used violent means to treat him, it was actually just because of his previous resistance to him, and when he found out that Thomas was taking revenge, he felt very angry.

Because this kind of violent means, the starting point is no longer love, it is the result of the degeneration of patriarchy, just a simple venting of one's own desires.

And Bruce knew that he had done this before. It should have ended after he let Schiller drink blood, because the starting point of this action was still to bind Schiller to the society of ordinary people and to get him treated.

But later, Bruce used his morbid view to prevent the arrogant Schiller from removing the controller at will, and put him back in the cell. It was indeed revenge for the four years of mutual torture between him and Schiller before.

So, Schiller was not angry?

If he was angry, why didn't he just leave the prison and go back to Gotham?

Bruce knew that whether Schiller rushed back to beat him up or used a complicated plan like a ball of wool to make him unlucky, he actually had no good way to resist and would definitely feel very painful.

But Schiller didn't do that.

Bruce was eager to hear the answer, so he stood up. He walked behind Schiller, put his hands around his neck, took off his mask, and then opened the buckle of the straitjacket fixed on the chair.

The next second, Bruce was spinning around, and with a "bang", Schiller threw him to the ground, then stood beside him and looked down at him.

"You are not still holding on to the fact that I am not angry, are you, Bruce?"

Bruce, who was thrown down, felt his eyes go dark instantly. His physical condition was not good to begin with, and he fell heavily to the ground, making him feel that his lungs were broken into pieces.

"I know you are angry, but why..."

"Because I am your teacher." A black umbrella slowly appeared in Schiller's hand.

Bruce did not see anger in Schiller's eyes, but more helplessness.

"I know you want to save me, I know that your starting point is love, I appreciate your feelings, so I have to keep a little dignity for our relationship..." Schiller said in a low tone.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes, he looked straight at Schiller, Schiller picked up the umbrella, stroked the umbrella lightly, lowered his eyes and looked at Bruce and said:

"The best education in this world is to teach by example. I must do it first before I can teach you how to resist patriarchy and how to exercise patriarchy."

Before Bruce even had time to be moved, a strong premonition of danger enveloped him. Schiller put the umbrella in front of him, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared on the tip of the umbrella.

"Thank you for your kindness. I am very touched, but I don't accept it. If you force me to accept it, it is just to satisfy your selfish desires. In this case, you will bear the consequences."

After the voice fell, Schiller held the handle of the umbrella and stabbed Bruce's abdomen from top to bottom, and blood splattered.

Bruce curled up in pain. The umbrella knife did not stab the vitals, but made him more painful. In the haze, Schiller's posture of pulling out the knife was still very elegant and very decent, which formed a sharp contrast with his hysteria.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Bruce knew what he was going to say. This was a reverse game. Whoever realized the truth of giving in because of love earlier would win.

Schiller gave in earlier than him, gave him more, and understood love better than him. The Joker won, once again.

And at this moment, Bruce found that he was really an incurable egomaniac. Even in giving in, fulfilling, and giving love to others, he wanted to win.

At this point, it didn't matter who loved who more. The main thing was to win.

So, Bruce, lying on the ground, covered his wound, looked at Schiller with a distracted look, and said word by word: "It seems... we all understand... love is not asking, it is giving, it is giving the other person what they want most..."

"And I know... what you want most... is freedom."

After saying that, Bruce grabbed the umbrella that had not left his body too far.

Before Schiller could react, Bruce grabbed the umbrella, pulled Schiller's arm holding the umbrella, and brought the umbrella knife close to his neck.

Then he cut the artery on the side of his neck without hesitation and resolutely.

"Squeak!"

The last scene Bruce saw was the panicked expression of this professor who never smiled.

A few hours later, in the room of Wayne Manor, Bruce, with bandages on his neck, chest and abdomen, lay expressionless on the bed, and Schiller, with a stiff expression and distracted eyes, slumped in the chair next to him.

On the other side of the bed, Gordon, Victor, Alberto, Cobblepot, Thomas, Lucifer, Alfred, and even Amanda and Angela, stood in a row.

Their eyes did not fall on Bruce and Schiller, but on another tall figure at the end of the bed, that is Clark Kent.

"Friends, who can explain to me why this is happening???" Clark spread his hands and looked over everyone's face.

Faced with the sincere and puzzled eyes of the small town youth, everyone was speechless.

"Can I also understand the experience of Bruce and Schiller that you just talked about as two mentally ill people who were forced to hurt each other in a very complicated relationship for four years without any control, and all of you just watched???"

Clark spread his arms a little wider and raised his voice, which was as sharp as the cry of a lamb at birth on the farm:

"Is there no one to take care of it???!!!"

"Do you realize that they are both mentally ill???" Clark's tone was full of disbelief.

"They are people with incomplete behavioral capacity! They need someone to take care of them, someone to look after them, and someone to help them live! This is common sense that even the rural doctors working in our small town know... You are from the big city!!!"

Clark walked to Schiller and Bruce, pointed at them and said:

"Just because this city is so rotten, you should realize that something is wrong with them when they are doing well here!! What kind of superb IQ is needed for such common sense judgment?!!"

The people on the opposite side seemed a little embarrassed. Victor cleared his throat and said, "But they think they don't need help, so we can't..."

"Every mental patient thinks he is not crazy!" Clark looked at Victor in disbelief and said, "If everyone listens to them, there will be no need for mental hospitals in the world!"

"I don't think the matter is that serious..." Lucifer also said.

Clark stared at his expression, which clearly said "Look at their current state and say it again".

Lucifer was speechless. Gordon coughed twice and said, "Indeed, they went a little too far this time..."

"A little too far?! God! A student sent his teacher to prison and tortured him. A teacher deceived the student's father to cause trouble for him and broke three of his ribs. In the end, the teacher stabbed him. The student grabbed the knife in the teacher's hand and cut his own neck. Then, you call this 'a little too far'??!!"

Clark took a deep breath, covered his chest and stepped back two steps, looking at everyone present and said: "You should all go to a mental hospital, I'm serious!"

Thomas frowned. Bruce's last few words had made him understand that Schiller might be lying to him, so he was about to open his mouth to express his dissatisfaction with Schiller, but Clark stretched out his hand and stopped everyone from speaking.

"No matter what you think, I think I must be responsible for the abnormal life of my friend. This may be caused by my neglect of his care, failure to provide the help he wants, or untimely help."

"And when this has happened, I must improve his situation as much as possible to make up for my debt to him."

Clark put his hands on his waist, glanced at Bruce, then at Schiller and said: "Bruce is my good friend, and Schiller is my respected teacher."

"I'm sorry, they are both mentally ill, but according to my shallow medical knowledge, the most important thing now is to separate them and let them have a quiet, warm and comfortable recuperation environment."

"This city has no sunshine all year round and is very tidal It's wet, and the rain here is weird, which is completely opposite to the environment for mental patients to recuperate. However, our friends let them live here for four years without knowing it, and neglected to take care of them. I think this is the culprit for their condition to develop to this day! "

"So, we should let them go to a sunny, warm, and comfortable environment, and end their care after their mental state can really take care of themselves... Does anyone object?"

When Clark said these words, his voice was shaking a little, and he was obviously very angry. In this state, Clark himself did not realize how powerful he was, causing the group of active demons and monsters on the opposite side to be speechless.

"Okay, that's it! I think the farm in my hometown of Kansas is a good environment, so I will take one of them away. Now, you two decide who will follow me!"

Lying on the bed, Bruce said in a weak voice: "I have a plan, we can..."

"No plan!" Clark interrupted him immediately.

Schiller also said in a weak voice: "How about we make a bet? Let's bet..."

"No betting!" Clark interrupted again.

"Your confused, insane, and hallucinatory brain is not suitable for making any plans, and don't even think about betting with anyone... Now, immediately, right now, rock-paper-scissors!"

In the end, Bruce took the initiative to follow Clark away, not because he lost the rock-paper-scissors game, but mainly because he couldn't lift his arms, but Schiller could.

Again, even if Batman died, was buried, and the grass on his grave grew, he would shout from deep underground, "Anyone can beat him, but the Joker can't!"

In a sense, this may also be the will of the universe, which makes people helpless.

Lucifer planned to take Schiller to the West Coast. The bar business has been bad, and he has long planned to move to another city.

After everyone dispersed, Lucifer stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor of Wayne Manor. Seeing Clark coming over, he said, "They are really lucky to have a friend like you."

"No, it's my luck to be able to help my friends. This lets them know that I love them. Let others feel my love, which makes me feel sincerely happy."

Lucifer lowered his head, as if he thought of something. After a while, he said, "I once had a friend like this, but my arrogance made me mess up everything."

"You can apologize to him." Clark said directly.

"He's gone."

"Then go find him."

"He's dead."

"Then apologize to his tombstone."

Lucifer stared at Clark. He didn't know how to evaluate. The young man in front of him was so simple and straightforward that it was outrageous, even a little naive, but perhaps it was because of this naivety that his words had a fascinating magic.

Late at night, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel asked worriedly: "Do you really not need me to go with you? Professor Schiller's ability to take care of himself is really a bit..."

Lucifer shook his head, looked at the packed luggage, turned and went upstairs, and said as he walked: "This is the last night he will spend in the manor, I'll go see if he sleeps well."

After entering the room, Schiller had already fallen asleep. The days in prison were not so easy to spend. The scene of Bruce's blood splashing reminded him of some memories that he thought were long gone.

The white and huge angel wings spread out and drooped down, helping Schiller to block the disturbing light coming through the gap in the curtains, making his brows slowly open, those nightmares went away, and Schiller finally fell asleep.

The sound of fine rain and rumbling thunder sounded at the same time, and the "I'm sorry" mixed in it sounded like a sigh of regret and a cry of sadness.

Hey!

Some people accuse Bruce of being abnormal

Some people accuse Schiller of being abnormal

Little fools

Is there a possibility

Both of them are abnormal

People around them are also abnormal

The only normal person in the audience

Kryptonian

(Not even a human)

Old liar

Hahahahaha