"Do you think he is doing useless work?" Thomas asked, lowering his eyebrows and looking at the person opposite him from above.

"I know what he does is beneficial, but I can't see the end on this road. Such a huge price can only bring about small changes. Perhaps these changes will eventually disappear with time and return to the origin." Melinda shook her head and said.

"If you have experienced more desperate moments, you will know how surprising these tiny changes are." Thomas looked at the city without any sadness or despair. The slightly older eyes contained surprises that others could not understand, just like the first tender bud that grew after spring plowing.

"Can this city be even worse?" Melinda said with a wry smile.

"Of course, you can't imagine it."

"But I still don't agree with you doing this. You should cherish the life you escaped from death."

"The meaning of life is not about length."

Melinda looked at Thomas who was quibbling in anger and helplessly. Just as the two were still arguing about this issue, the light inside suddenly became brighter.

The two of them were stunned for a moment. The first reaction was to turn to look at the lights on the office ceiling, but the lights did not change much, or the lights seemed a little dimmer because the light shining from the window was brighter.

The figure in front of the window turned his head in shock, and Melinda instinctively blocked her eyes with her arms. Her pupils could not adapt to such dazzling light, and tears were illuminated in an instant.

Thomas was more like a vampire that was almost sunny. He could be said to have taken a few steps back in a panic and hid in the shadows of the edge walls, but soon, the shadows disappeared.

The sunlight shone in the huge floor-to-ceiling window with almost no borders left the darkness without any trace, and all the furniture in the room were illuminated by dazzling white.

Facing the strong light, Thomas saw from the fingers that blocked the sunshine that a bright spot of light in the middle of the thick dark clouds dispersed, layers of ripples spread out, dispelling darkness and the sky light came.

The very bright sunlight at noon shines in along the circular cloud cave. At this moment, people understand what the shape of light looks like.

The cylindrical beam of light projected into the center of the city, and then became larger and larger, swaying across the city like a storm.

Gotham, which had just rained, was washed away by rain and was very clean. When the sun shone on, it was as bright as diamonds scattered on the earth.

When the moist air is scorched by the sun, the smell of fresh air that comes from alone after the rain rushes into the nasal cavity, like a blues saxophone that is played to the middle.

In the bright sunlight that never came to this city, everyone's panicked expression was illuminated clearly. After the brief blindness caused by the strong light disappeared, everyone on the street stood in a daze.

They looked at the glittering puddles in the sun, and the dripping of starlight reflected on the street signs, and the small and very rich shadow under the shop windows at the corner.

Everyone made a very unified action, that is, looking up at the sky and looking straight at the sun.

No one knows whether the tears that often contain in their eyes come from the bright stars hanging high in the sky, or maybe it comes from the hot and surging heart that beating in their chests when a heavy rain stopped.

Thomas looked out the window blankly, standing in front of the glass window at the highest point of the city, and in the sun, it was exquisitely like a model in the streets and alleys, and it had never even appeared in his dream.

So, this man in his fifties was like a little boy who saw his dream toy in the window for the first time. He tiptoed on his spot, turned around in a panic, pushed open the chair blocking him, and rushed out of the office door.

He could not remember the location of the elevator and stairs at all, and had long left his hidden identity behind him, but he instinctively rushed to the brightest window in the corridor, accumulating strength to jump and jump out.

The flying hook rope drew an arc on the blue sky, and the heat brought by the sunlight shining on Thomas made him clearly feel the existence of a high-altitude stroke.

He fell from the high building like a freely soaring bird, then swung high, and when he stood on the edge of the roof again, Thomas stretched out a hand and felt that he could reach the sun.

This warm and hot star has never been so close to him.

There are so many stars in this universe that are not as favoured as humans, nor are they as favoured as humans. The most romantic poems that humans praise the sun all write about them shining on each other.

Thomas stood quietly on the roof, but he still felt an indescribable emptiness, so he jumped down and rushed to the street.

The water splashed on him when the out-of-control car turned, and he did not hide because he saw that the raised water splashes were like pearls thrown away when they flew into the air.

Suddenly, an urgent emotion filled Thomas' heart, and he began to rush on the street, splashing on his trousers regardless of the mud.

He rushed straight across the street and stopped at the intersection. Thomas turned his head left and right, and then within his sight, he captured what he was looking for. He waved his arms quickly, took a step forward, and rushed to a red telephone booth.

Thomas opened the door of the telephone booth with some violent movements, picked up the receiver with his trembling hands, and pressed the same trembling fingertips on the dial key.

At this moment, he stopped there as if he had been pressed. Thomas waved his fist hard, punched the glass of the telephone booth, and gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

He looked back at the bright sky above the alley again and murmured: Bruce, Bruce, where are you?"

Thomas walked out of the phone booth, and when he looked into the distance, he saw the new buildings in the East District on the blue skyline.

Suddenly, Thomas's tense arms relaxed, and his anxiety disappeared. He no longer rushes to let Bruce see all this.

Because he saw that in the corridors of those buildings, children were running over in groups, laughter and screaming mixed together, stronger than marveling.

These fresh spring seedlings did not stay for this sudden good weather for more than a minute, and then laughed and made fun of themselves again.

Because they live in a stable, spacious building with many lamps, light is not a rare luxury for them.

Thomas, who had exhausted all his strength, leaned against the wet stone brick wall, breathing in fresh air, nervous and embarrassed as if he had realized that he would breathe today.

Barry lay on the fence on the roof of Rodriguez Manor, looking at the dark clouds slowly closing because of the removal of energy, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that this is too energy-consuming, not permanent."

"Maybe for this group of vampires in Gotham, the sun is what they want for an hour a day." Lex also lay on the guardrail and said: "It not only has sunlight, but also saves energy, and it also allows me to write an article section of necessity."

"But, professor, are you really not going to let Bruce come back and see it?" Lex turned to look at Schiller standing beside him and asked, "Didn't he dream of seeing the sunshine in Gotham?"

"Then he just dreams."

The last trace of sunlight shone on Schiller's gray pupils, looking in along the layers of patterns, the deep and thick black at the center was the center.

Bruce climbed up from the black hole, walked to the elevator with a familiarity, pressed the button, and waited for the door to open, and walked in.

Soon, with a "ding dong", the elevator door opened, Bruce walked out of the elevator, walked around a bend along the circular corridor, turned in from the second intersection, and came to a room door.

"Password." Schiller's slightly indifferent voice came.

“I hate papers.”

With a "click", the door opened. After Bruce walked into the door, he turned around and took out a book from the bookshelf next to the bed.

When the pages were turned on, his figure disappeared, and when it appeared again, a bright city appeared before his eyes.

Over the village of Vicara, Mexico, Clark carefully hugged Bruce, turned his head and complained to Diana who was flying beside him:

"...I just said that his injury was not completely healed and he couldn't stay up late to work. Sure enough, he just leaned on the ridge of the field and fell asleep like that."

Diana shook her head helplessly, followed Clark's gaze and looked at Bruce's face.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, like a baby snoring in the cradle, sleeping soundly.
Chapter completed!