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Chapter 71 Can You Teach Me to Become Strong?
"You shouldn't have said that about Bruce."

After Bruce left the room, Martian Manhunter said to Peter, "This kid isn't as bad as you say."

"I know."

Peter stared at the flames in the fireplace. "He is rebellious, self-righteous, lonely, suspicious, stubborn and paranoid. If he were in school, he would definitely be called a 'freak' even if he is rich."

"If he were a second-generation rich man, he might be a playboy that people both love and hate; if he were a hero, he might be a knight who protects the city."

Peter picked up the coffee with a unique taste brewed by Martian Hunter.

"But now, he can't save anyone, he's just a bad boy who will mess everything up."

Martian Manhunter raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe we can add a billionaire, billionaire brat - Bruce Wayne."

Peter looked at him in surprise. Martians also have a sense of dry humor?
"Is John all right?"

Not noticing Peter's expression, Martian Manhunter asked Peter as he picked up an Oreo cookie.

"He's still emotionally stable. You can give him some psychological counseling tomorrow."

Peter has always felt that a psychologist is a suitable career for Martian Manhunter.

Using the ability of "mind reading" to solve other people's psychological problems is a professional match.

"I never look into other people's hearts easily."

Martian Manhunter seemed to see what Peter was thinking and said seriously.

"That's like a cat saying it has never stolen anything in its life. Okay, Jones, do you know what organization replaced Bruce?"

Peter brought the subject back on track.

Martian Manhunter paused in the air with his hand holding the Oreo. Instead of answering directly, he asked Peter, "How much do you know about Gotham, Peter?"

"not too much."

He told Martian Manhunter: "Everything I know about Gotham is from 'ArtBell'."

"Art Bell?"

"A nightly show on Gotham Radio that focuses on the paranormal and all things weird and wonderful, with commentators discussing conspiracies, UFOs, and all things weird and wonderful about America."

Peter followed this radio program purely out of bad taste.

In Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, super criminals are everywhere, and they are either lunatics, mentally ill or perverted.

He listened to the radio just to have some fun and see if he could hear any news about those bizarre super criminals he had heard about in his previous life.

"You have some unusual tastes, Peter."

After Martian Manhunter complained, he said to him, "Have you heard of a mysterious organization that exists in Gotham? This organization hides in the shadows, is completely unpunished, unknown to everyone, and controls the power of Gotham."

Peter shook his head. "No, no, you sound like the host of ArtBell Radio, Jones."

He put down his coffee and asked, "Do you suspect that this mysterious organization has replaced Bruce?"

Martian Manhunter said with a serious expression: "Yes, and besides, I got a piece of news that this mysterious organization seems to be plotting something big in Gotham."

Hearing this, Peter stared out the window at the dark night.

The skyline of Gotham City, across the river in the distance, looms in the night.

"Things like this happen every day in that city. It's too far away from us."

"call!"

Bruce suddenly woke up from his trembling!
Wiping the sweat off his face, he let out a dejected breath.

He had that nightmare about that alley again.

The nightmare of his parents' death replayed itself. He turned to look at the window.

The glass in the night seemed to be covered with blood, black blood, thick and sticky.

The blood in the alley turned into a nightmare, and seemed to flow slowly on the glass.

Shaking his head, Bruce looked at the glass again and found that there was nothing on it.

He was in a very bad mood. After being dazed for a while, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes, left the room and walked upstairs.

After arriving at the rooftop alone, Bruce wrapped his clothes tightly to resist the cold wind.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to the edge of the rooftop.

He looked down at the matchbox-sized car below, which made him feel a little dizzy as he was afraid of heights.

Standing on the edge and looking at the rooftop on the other side, he mustered up the courage to try to jump over.

But the moment he was about to jump over, he suddenly became cowardly. He hesitated for a long time and finally did not jump over.

"What are you doing Bruce?"

The sudden voice behind him startled him, and he staggered and almost fell.

I steadied myself and looked back, only to find that it was Peter standing there.

"I'm trying to conquer my fear, Mr. Padraic."

Bruce turned around and said with an unnatural expression: "What you said tonight is very right. I have always been hiding cowardice and fear in my heart. Perhaps only by defeating fear can I become strong."

"Only if I become stronger, things like today won't happen."

Bruce's face was full of regret and self-blame, "I won't kill innocent people."

"Fear is not something you avoid like the devil, Bruce."

Peter didn't expect that this boy would try to overcome his fear in this way.

He organized his words and said: "It can also be a tool, a spur. Without fear, life is meaningless."

As he said this, he extended his hand to the other person, "Come down, you shouldn't be standing so high."

Bruce looked at Peter's hand reaching out to him, hesitated for a moment, and finally grabbed it and jumped down.

"You're disappointed in me, aren't you, Mr. Padraic?"

Bruce asked Peter after he jumped off.

Peter shook his head, "No, we all grew up from immaturity."

Bruce was silent for a while. After a struggle in his heart, he bit his lip and said to Peter, "Sir, I actually know who is chasing me."

Peter looked at him in surprise, "Who is it?"

Bruce said with a complicated expression, "That mysterious organization, it... it's called the Court of Owls. It's said to be made up of Gotham's famous families. It controls Gotham, secretly observes everything in Gotham, and infiltrates Wayne Enterprises. My parents' death may even be related to it."

"It was also the Court of Owls who knocked me out and let that fake Bruce take my place."

Bruce felt the cold wind, wrapped himself tightly in his clothes, and whispered the ballad he had heard, "Beware of the Court of Owls, always watching you when you go out."

"I have been investigating this mysterious organization. I don't know why they replaced me with a fake Bruce, but I know they must be planning something. Alfred and my friends may all be in danger."

Bruce's tone was filled with worry. "Not only Gotham, but the wildfires that spread across Kansas this time may be related to the Court of Owls."

“Sir, I want to stop them, I know I’m not strong enough, can you teach me to be strong?”

(End of this chapter)