The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1209 The Cry of the Lamb (28)
The forced calm brought about by a large amount of analgesic drugs gradually slowed down Bruce's breathing rate, leaving aside the euphoria that caused hazy hallucinations, fragments of countless scenes began to replay in Bruce's mind.

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

But the scenes of Thomas in these dreams can't overlap with the Thomas he met today, they are too different.

But what makes Bruce feel contradictory is that the logic of the Batman Thomas he met is exactly the same as the father he remembers in terms of actions and behaviors. He doesn't think this is the effect that plastic surgery or cloning can achieve.

With more fragments and more details, the brain far beyond ordinary people began to work overloaded, and all the details in just a few minutes were fully analyzed.

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

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 kind of familiarity does not come from Thomas' face and figure. In fact, this Batman Thomas is much older than Bruce's memory, and his figure is also different.

The original Thomas was a businessman. Although he would go to the gym in order to maintain his majestic image, it is obviously impossible to have such strong and smooth muscle lines as Batman Thomas, nor does 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, and a sharp pain hit him again. Bruce held his chest and stood still for a while, then shouted to Alfred: "Alfred, before ...What about the potted plant I brought back from hell?"

Alfred came over, he helped Bruce and said, "The little devil called Hexagon always fights with Aisha, so I sent him to Rodriguez Manor."

Hearing the familiar surname, the corner of Bruce's mouth visibly turned down, but as if he pretended not to hear it, he said to Alfred: "Can you go get it back? I'll use it tonight. "

Alfred nodded. It's not too difficult. It was originally fostered by Merkel, so he only needs to drive there to pick it up.

After Alfred left, Bruce pursed his lips and seemed a little uncomfortable. He walked slowly towards the basement while holding on to the railing. Now the basement is his laboratory, and the bats are not here. Those bat equipment are stored 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 the injuries on his body were so serious that he could only lie on the operation panel and move it for a few minutes.

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

And between the panting sounds, there was a series of hurried footsteps mixed in abruptly.

Just when Bruce's eyes were black and he wanted to take out the painkiller and take it, he felt his arm being grabbed.

In the dimness, he heard an anxious call.

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

Bruce felt anxiety for no reason. He was worried that after he woke up, another series of troubles were waiting for him.

His physical condition that was approaching the limit made him instinctively want to escape, but his reason told him for the last time that the voice that woke him up was very tender, so he had to wake up.

Between the black mist and the dreamy light and shadow, Bruce saw the faces of Jason and Tim, and saw Dick standing far away at the door of the laboratory.

"I just said, something must have happened to him!" Tim stretched out his hand and snatched the pill from Bruce's hand. Jason took the pill bottle and let out a scream: "God, where did he come from?" Made such a good product?!"

Jason hurriedly stuffed the medicine bottle into his pocket. Tim watched his movements and asked with some doubts, "What? What kind of medicine is this?"

"This is a regular analgesic! It's not those second-time processed junk! Even if it is taken to the current living hell, it can be sold for a high price of forty or fifty dollars. For those addicts, let them take it. You can change your life."

As Jason said, he stepped forward and rolled Bruce's eyelids, sighed and said, "He has taken too many painkillers and is now in the stage of unconsciousness. What's the matter?"

Tim turned back and pulled Dick over, and said to Dick as he walked, "Didn't you see it? He's a little out of order. He must have encountered something last night."

"He..." Dick hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Bruce leaning on the experimental table with a pale face, he still said, "The night I ran out after a fight with him, I met a strange man who claimed to be Batman." , and I feel..."

"What do you think?"

"He's more Batman than Batman."

"Jesus, stop kidding!" Tim patted Dick on the back and said, "Batman is here now."

"Some impostor must have injured 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 appease him again.

Jason's expression is also very angry. In fact, he is the worst tempered of the three. In Gotham, every kid who has been on the street has a bad temper. Jason immediately turned to Tim and said: "Don't you know how to crack combination locks? Go to the warehouse and open the gun cabinet!"

"No, don't, come back..." Bruce called out in the dimness, "Do me a favor, do me a favor, Dick... Dick!"

Hearing Bruce call his name, Dick walked over instinctively. Bruce seemed to have completely lost consciousness, and just instinctively shouted: "Dick, help me press the button on the third row... Design drawing, design drawing In the drawer."

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

Jason and Tim also came up. When Bruce was silent, the three of them studied it, and finally Jason said: "He may need new bat equipment, but those things are in the cave now, so he wants to Do it all over again."

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

"Dick, you stay here to take care of Bruce. Tim and I drove to get the equipment. Remember, don't let him take medicine anymore. Drug addiction is not good." After Jason finished speaking, he pulled Tim left.

Dick sat beside Bruce and began to cry again. He didn't know if Bruce could hear him, but he said to himself, "I'm really sorry, I didn't know that weirdo was trying to hurt you that day."

"Actually, I should have noticed it. He wanted to use me. I should have known that he had no good intentions. But I was so angry at the time. I think you just wanted to accuse me on purpose."

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

Now Bruce didn't think rationally at all, the shock brought by a large amount of painkillers left him only instinctive, so he stretched out his arms and hugged Dick into his arms.

Dick's eyes widened in shock as he felt Bruce hug him tightly, the strong arms squeezing his chest.

He was like a sponge, and 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 sadness, grievance and more, he didn't know what emotions it was, he could only cry to vent.

It wasn't until Dick began to cry in Bruce's arms, and the clips of their getting along played back in his mind, that Bruce discovered that behind the alternation of patriarchy, there were exactly the same father and son looking in the mirror.

Bruce thought Thomas was so stubborn, bossy, and old-minded, like a piece of wood that didn't make sense, but maybe that's how Dick saw him some of the time.

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

He seemed to have the patience to communicate well, but he didn't understand Dick at all, neither why he was like this nor what he wanted, and he interpreted it all as nonsense.

When they were children, many people felt that their parents were stubborn and inflexible, which was unreasonable. They also told themselves in their hearts that when they became parents, they should never become like this.

But if they could, there wouldn't be so many awkward and painful family relationships in this world.

When people are in a low position, they beautify themselves, thinking that with their own willpower, even in a high position, they must be able to remain pure.

But when they are really in a high position, they will think that human nature cannot stand the test, I am only for myself, what is wrong with me.

The same goes for father-son relationships.

When I was a son, I wanted a father who was reasonable, understanding and communicative.

When I was a father, I would think, I have given him so much, I am so busy with work, and bear so much pressure, can't it be my son who understands me?

Human beings are inherently incomprehensible and never learn any lessons from history. Patriarchy is the epitome of both.

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 is immune.

And this kind of misery did not bring Bruce any growth, it just made him realize that he was not immune to the weakness of human nature, but it made him feel fortunate that everyone was like this.

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

As long as you don't beautify yourself as a perfect person with absolute correctness, strong willpower and self-control ability, you won't feel that you can do better than anyone else, and you can solve it. The oppression of the father and the resistance of the son.

As a father, the road pointed out by me is not perfect, so just listen to it, it is up to you whether you want to go or not. As a son, my plan for my own life is not perfect, so I still need other people's advice. Opinion.

Only by giving up the unreasonable arrogance and self-beautification that come from the inferiority of human beings, can there be room for everyone to take a step back, and the space left can accommodate love and understanding.

Of course, there is another possibility. Bruce, who was sitting on the ground, thought, he took a step back, but the other party made an inch of it. At that time, what would 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, and more refers to the emotional connection. The difference between patriarchy and power lies in like.

And the essence of love is not to advance aggressively, but to retreat in consideration.

Once love is removed, the relationship becomes downright exploitative and oppressive.

As for what to do in the face of simple exploitation and oppression, Bruce knew that he had learned this lesson a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)