The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1208 The Cry of the Lamb (27)
When Bruce opened his eyes again, it was Gordon's face that appeared in front of him, but what he was waiting for was not a question of doubt or concern. Gordon said with a little anxiety: "Bruce, Mayor Roy was attacked this morning. Assassinated, seriously injured!"

Bruce woke up in an instant, but it was accompanied by severe pain and dizziness that made him suffocate.

He found himself unable to stand up straight at all. Gordon hurriedly helped him to sit up and said, "Who the hell did you fight with last night? You broke three ribs, injured a lung, and lost two of your back molars." pieces."

Bruce's eyebrows were deeply frowned, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes, but he didn't answer, but asked, "How is Roy?"

"It's not good." Gordon looked frowning, he sighed and continued: "I saved my life, but the problem is that many people now think that Falcone did it, and the situation has become very tense." .”

Gordon sat by Bruce's bed and said while pouring water for him: "You also know that the Falcone family is a gangster family after all, and the little Falcone needs to be responsible for the interests of the family."

"His prestige is not as good as his father's, so in certain matters, he must be determined to carry out to the end to establish his own authority."

"He and Roy also have differences on certain issues of urban development. Roy feels that he is too selfish. He only cares about Falcone and the Twelve Families, and it is impossible to solve Gotham's problems at the root."

"Alberto feels that Roy is completely unrealistic. If he wants to copy the successful plan of the Imperial City, without localization reforms, everything will fail."

"Roy thinks that Alberto just wants to seek personal gain for the Falcone family, and Alberto thinks that Roy is doing it for his own political career. The problem is, neither of them can prove that they have no selfish intentions."

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

When the boy turned around, just walking into the sunset light from the French windows, the string in Bruce's heart finally snapped.

The dark-haired boy turned his head away, reached out to stuff the last book into his schoolbag, and said, "You should go to rest and get a good night's sleep, I have no problems, or compared to the problems you are facing, I It's a small problem, I can solve it myself."

Bruce's eyes widened, but Dick wiped away his tears and said while stepping back, "Why do you ask me for something you can't even do yourself?"

"I just wish you better!" Bruce said.

Dick stood where he was, watching his back, and all the courage he mustered up overnight disappeared.

Bruce leaned on the back of the sofa chair and sat back on the sofa, unstoppable pain erupted from his chest, he had never felt such pain in his life.

Dick took two steps back, shook his head and said, "As good as you are now?"

After a while, a bag hanging from a rope appeared outside the window. Gordon walked over to open the window and took off the bag. There were several bottles of medicine in it. Just as Bruce was about to reach out to pick it up, Gordon put his hand away Go back and say:

"Come back, Dick!"

Bruce really didn't care too much, he rushed downstairs briskly, opened the door of the police car and tore the driver off, sat in by himself, kicked the accelerator and sped away.

"As a result, Roy was assassinated this morning on his way to the city government office building. He was shot four times. Fortunately, the hospital was nearby and he saved his life."

"I said I want to have a good talk with you, you feel that you have nothing to say to me, then lost your temper on your own, and now you want to run away from home, Dick Grayson, do you think I will let you mess around like this?! "

After finishing speaking, Dick was about to go out. Bruce grabbed his arm. Dick turned his head helplessly. He opened his schoolbag and took out his homework book. After opening it, he showed it to Bruce: "Look, I wrote it hard yesterday. Homework, understood all the questions, and corrected the previous mistakes."

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

Almost in a hurry, he took out the painkiller from his pocket, poured out a handful tremblingly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Bruce couldn't feel the pain anymore, 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 Repeatedly: "I said, come back! Dick! What the hell are you messing with?!"

Dick closed his homework, touched Bruce's face lightly with his hand, and said, "I'm off to school."

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

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

Dick stepped forward with some hesitation, still holding the homework in his hand, he pursed his lips and struggled for a long time before he said: "Last night, Tim and Jason persuaded me all night, okay, sorry, Bruce, I knew before I..."

Gordon hesitated, but in the end it wasn't Bruce's promise that made him hand the drug to Bruce, but the pain between his brows.

"Alberto was about to die of anger. He wanted the lives of Roy and his sister. The leaders of the twelve families tried to dissuade them, but they couldn't persuade them anymore. We must go there immediately and stop Alberto. Trust."

Bruce struggled to get up from the bed, then hunched down in an instant, showing pain on his face, but he still managed to stand up, and shouted to the door: "Alfred... Alfred! Prepare clothes , I'm going to the Falcone estate."

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

"He said he didn't see the killer clearly, but everyone thought Alberto did it. To be honest, the Falcone family has a bad record in this regard. Everyone knows how the previous mayors died."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs, and a police officer in uniform rushed up and whispered something in Gordon's ear. Gordon's face changed, and he said to Bruce: "Roy's sister took She went to Falcone's manor with a gun. She first shot Alberto and then herself. Mrs. Falcone was frightened and passed out. She went to the hospital for an examination and found out that she was pregnant. But it's not good."

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

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

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

Dick was stunned, the schoolbag in his hand fell to the ground, looked at Bruce in disbelief and said, "Do you think I'm lying? Even though I did my homework well, you still don't believe me? Still want to call the teacher Confirm, is what I said true?!"

Bruce felt that the blood in his whole body was starting to burn. He strode to the phone 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 a good study at home." Get used to it, and then go to school."

"Last night, you still had nightmares because of trauma. This afternoon, you told me that you are going to live on campus, Dick Grayson, are you acting responsible for your own health?!" Bruce also raised his voice.

Gordon sighed, he helped Bruce to sit on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and took out the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist.

"Originally, there was Ni in the middle to ease up. Neither of them dared to offend you, so they didn't make too much trouble. But you didn't attend the last few banquets. The two of them have already had trouble on the surface. Very stiff."

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

Bruce glanced at the neat handwriting on the exercise book, and he found that he was not happy at all, but a kind of anger and bitterness, but then he was ashamed of his emotions.

"Dick, come on, Dick..." Bruce called Dick's name repeatedly and said, "We need to have a good talk."

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

In an instant, Dick's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you hate me, you can just tell me! I didn't do my homework well, you have to teach me, now I do my homework well, and I plan to go to school, but you won't let me I'm going, am I doing something wrong?"

Gordon helped Bruce barely get dressed, but Bruce was a little reluctant to stand, and his movements were too emaciated. Bruce took a deep breath, looked at Gordon and said, "Get me some painkillers, don't let Al Fred knows."

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

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

Bruce looked at him in a daze. For some reason, he felt as if his chest was blocked by something, which even made him more uncomfortable than the pain of broken ribs.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and ran out the door. The phone in Bruce's hand dropped and hit the ground with a "clang".

Bruce felt that he was struggling to even breathe, like a fish that was about to dry up. The dizziness caused by suffocation covered his eyes with a layer of black mist, and an inexplicable fear surrounded him. He felt that he would die.

After finishing speaking, Dick put his schoolbag on his back, walked up to Bruce, stared into his eyes and said, "We should all try our best not to worry you, so that you can use the free time to rest."

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

The hazy and dreamy light and shadow appeared in front of Bruce's eyes, making him seem to have returned to the roof of the Wayne Building and saw the neon lights of Gotham every night.

And Thomas, who really saw these neon lights, took off the pistol on his waist, and filled the magazine with four bullets with his black gloved fingers, without any joy of victory between his brows.

What is amazing is that the old Batman's wrinkles, which have long been domesticated by pain, can squeeze out more pain from the pain.

Just like, every night in Gotham, there is continuous cold rain.

　Father is kind and son is filial hehehe
　　
　
(End of this chapter)