The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1207 The Cry of the Lamb (26)
Under Bruce's slightly expectant eyes, Jason shook his head and said, "I don't know, I fell asleep when I heard this."

Bruce was choked, he felt his breath being choked in his throat again, and the fishy and sweet breath kept coming back, he took a deep breath, looked at Jason and said, "So you are sleeping in class, Yeah?"

"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 plans to Professor Schiller, I saw you lying in the back row. The desk is sleeping soundly."

Bruce was speechless.

He suddenly discovered a very serious problem. He really didn't seem to have any qualifications to ask Dick to get a good grade.

Dick was at the bottom of the middle in his class, and Bruce was at the bottom of his class.

If it can be explained by the fact that Bruce wanted to pretend to be an ignorant playboy during his freshman and sophomore years, then during his junior year, Wayne Group expanded a lot of business, and the business was booming. Wushu can't pretend anymore. Everyone knows that he is a lucky business genius.

So Bruce should have studied hard at that time, but at that time, he felt that he was very busy, and his academic performance was not very necessary for him, so he would occasionally choose to take breaks in class.

"I'm an adult, I can adjust well..." Bruce wanted to explain instinctively, but seeing Jason staring at him, Bruce really couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

If one day, Jason was caught by the teacher sleeping in class, and the teacher asked him why, Jason went to the teacher and said that he could adjust the time of work and study, and the teacher asked him who he learned from, and things would be bad.

Bruce knew that it was extremely unwise to exhaust himself to such an extent, the fishy sweetness of his breath and the pain in his lungs reminded him that if a dangerous criminal approached him at this moment, he would be finished.

Panicked, disappointed and with a little luck, Bruce finally turned around and planned to leave, mocking in his heart that his emotional madness was useless except to increase the possibility of fever.

Bruce turned sideways, dodging his fist in the simplest way, but in the next second, Thomas' eyes flashed coldly, he took a step forward, stepped on the ground between Bruce's legs with his right foot, and swayed slightly to the right , Bruce staggered.

"They think that this level represents how much their parents love them, and their rationality knows that this is too much, but they can't help it. They wonder if their parents will love them after they become independent."

Thomas knelt down on top of Bruce, choked him, and punched him again, and Bruce let out a dying gasp, more blood spilling from his mouth.

"You're not...Thomas..."

Bruce stood up and walked slowly into the room, but Dick started to tremble again, or else he was crying dully. Bruce stood in the middle of the room, not knowing whether he should approach or not.

Loneliness is a cup of unpalatable bitter wine. All the tastes from it are just the self-consolation of the poor. One or two sentences are used to ask the sky why it is so unfair.

As if being guided by something, Bruce walked in that direction until he came behind the figure.

"I'm."

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

Bruce held his chest and took a quick breath, moaning like dying.

The moment the voice fell, the black figure bullied himself forward. Bruce, not to be outdone, raised his arm in front of him, blocked Thomas' fist, turned around and elbowed, and Thomas bent over to avoid another punch.

After a while, he still went out, called Alfred over, and coaxed Dick to fall asleep.

"You said, you are an adult, you have the ability to adjust everything." Jason shrugged slightly, glanced into the door, and then said: "But it's not too late, you can go and accompany Dick, let him know that the horrible things that happened in the dream are not real."

Thinking of that tall figure, Bruce imagined him stronger in his mind, and the days and nights he spent with Thomas kept replaying in his mind, making him sit up from the bed.

"I shouldn't have reprimanded him, should I?" Bruce asked.

Thomas raised his foot, but in the next second he stepped heavily on Bruce's chest, and the sound of ribs breaking could be clearly heard in the rain.

"Do you think I'm crazy? But that's the price to pay for being Batman. I've drained all my patience and emotion and turned myself into a ruthless and violent law enforcement machine."

Thomas squatted down again, grabbed Bruce's jaw with one hand, turned his head, forced him to look at himself, and said: "The ignorance and shallowness caused by the lack of education make you Doing all kinds of wrong things, wasting your life where it shouldn't be wasted, and since I have this chance to turn it around...you better do what I say, or I'll teach you a lesson."

The mood swings in the past few days have stretched Bruce's heartstrings to the limit.

The punch was so heavy that Bruce was dizzy almost instantly, and there was a sharp humming in his ears, his tongue scraped against the teeth beside him, and a big gash was cut, blood flowed out from his lips.

The emotion called anger during the day will be brewed into a glass of wine called grievance in the darkness of night, but if no one confides, it will pour countless sorrows into the wine glass, and then reconcile it into loneliness.

After the initial chill, when the bat dart spun, the first thing to be cut was the fine rain line, and then it returned to the extreme speed, and flew over Thomas's white hair on the sideburns with thunderous force. The edge of the knife reflects the wrinkles in the corners of the old father's eyes.

"They want to know what position family affection should occupy in the personality they construct in the future, and what position their parents should place, and the basis for their judgment is the parent's reaction after provoking authority."

Thomas stood up slowly, the black mist brought by the dizziness, so that Bruce could only see his figure clearly in the haze, he was still so tall and strong, and he still couldn't fit in the night of Gotham.

Thomas turned to leave, but Bruce still clutched his injured chest and squeezed out a word from his throat.

He kept jumping in the dark city, his speed was getting faster and faster, his blood was getting hotter and hotter, until his body was covered with white mist due to the temperature, Bruce, standing on the top of the building, was panting so violently never before.

Bruce was suffocating, no matter how much he adjusted his emotions, he couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of disappointment, maybe it was because he felt hope, because today he saw Thomas.

But the moment Bruce learned of this fact, it wasn't fear that arose in Bruce, but boundless anger.

But at this moment, Bruce turned his head, through the halo of rain on his eyelashes, he saw a figure standing on the top of Wayne Building, so tall and strong, like a mountain.

"You don't have any patience to investigate the facts, you only rely on your narrow conjectures, and put all the responsibility on others." Thomas said, "But it is also my responsibility. In the days when I was away, you did not receive enough punishment." Education, let alone lessons learned."

He was trying to convince himself that it was only because he was unwilling to take action against Thomas that he fell into such a miserable situation, but his rationality was telling him that he really couldn't beat Thomas, even if he was wearing a uniform and fully armed, he was not his opponent.

"In order to prevent those terrible tragedies from happening to you again, I will use all means, and today is just the beginning."

Thomas stepped forward, stretched out his arms, strangled Bruce's neck from behind, and threw him to the ground hard, punching him on the cheekbone.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"If a lunatic ran into my dream and kidnapped me and cut off my ears, I couldn't resist, I could only watch him hurt me, and no one came to save me, this kind of desperate scene It will give me nightmares for at least half a year." Jason had a rare flash of fear on his face.

"I don't know either." Jason shook his head again. After thinking for a while, he continued, "But I think Dick's behavior may be due to his mental trauma that hasn't healed yet."

"And now, I'm back to right it all, Bruce, and I'll kill Batman and put you back on track."

But what frightened him even more than this fact was that he didn't find that figure after circling the sky above the city.

But the reunion scene of father and son is not half warm, Thomas looks too old and tired, while Bruce is crazy and fragile.

"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."

Standing in front of the bedroom window, Bruce couldn't restrain his inner impulse. He put on his clothes as fast as he could, before he even had time to put on Batman's equipment, and rushed into the rainy night of Gotham.

Bruce pursed his lips showing a guilty look, and said in a low tone, "Last night, I shouldn't have blamed Dick, but I was too angry at the time."

Thomas shook off Bruce's face, stood up, stepped on Bruce's chest, and threw the mask he took off on Bruce's body, saying:

Before he could ask, the person opposite had already taken off his mask. It was his father, Thomas Wayne, who had haunted Bruce for countless days and nights.

The moment the bat dart was thrown, Bruce already regretted it, but Thomas' attitude angered him even more. He stared into Thomas' eyes and said, "You lied to me and abandoned me."

"This is you, Batman." Thomas said, "When I reunited with my father, I chose to attack him. Such a ruthless monster shouldn't exist at all."

The doubts and grievances in his heart turned into a wave of anger, and he wanted to get an explanation for the hysterical grief at the beginning and the loneliness for so many years.

Bruce was tossing and turning on the bed in his bedroom, unable to sleep, confused thoughts jammed in his head.

"Only a loser would regard his life as a tragedy. Not only did you fail, but you were also despicable, which made me feel ashamed...uh!"

A bat dart penetrated Bruce's shoulder blade, and the raindrops 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'm a failed father, and so are you, you just bring pain to your kids."

In an instant, Bruce's arm became weak, and he fell to the ground again, watching the blood dripping from his mouth and nose into the puddle with distracted eyes, dyeing everything a bloody red.

(End of this chapter)