"Hey, Jason, did you hear what was said on the radio that Batman is going to be on the roof of the Wayne Tower tonight?"
In the study room of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting at the table with a book in his hands, looked at Jason next to him and asked. Jason was immersed in writing, writing hard, and said without raising his head: "I don't listen to the radio.
, I can’t understand the words conveyed by hearing a little bit, I still prefer reading newspapers.”
"That's right." Dick tilted his head, smacked his lips and said, "Gotham's radio stations are full of gang wars. Oh, they now call that uncivilized exchange East Coast rap. I heard that they
We also plan to hold a competition to see who can curse the most."
"However, that new travel and car radio station is quite interesting." Dick continued.
"Because there's Batman there?" Jason turned his head and glanced at Dick.
"I quite like what he said today. Gotham's night belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Dick supported his chin with his hand, his eyelids were always drooped, as if he was a little sleepy.
Seeing his expression, Jason shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the mental trauma you suffered some time ago has always made you unable to sleep well, but you must take the initiative to rest instead of letting yourself go out for a walk at night.
,Didn’t you realize that your mental state is very poor?”
"Of course he didn't notice, and he definitely planned to run out again tonight, and maybe even planned to stay up until midnight with the group of Batman fans waiting for him to show up."
Tim's voice rang at the door. He walked in with a stack of books in his arms, passed Dick at the desk, stretched his head to take a look at what Jason was writing, and let out an exclamation.
"Wait a minute? What are you writing? A math exercise report? Why don't I remember that the teacher left this homework?"
"It's impossible. I heard from the teacher himself that I have to finish writing the report on the three exercises during the day tonight..."
"Hey, wait, you two have been transferred to the same class?" Dick looked at Tim and Jason with some confusion.
"He was transferred to my class." Tim put down the pile of books in his hand and said, "Bruce thinks that he should go to school normally and has been looking for schools for him. As a result, during the banquet a few days ago,
I just happened to meet my dad."
"You also know that my dad is a salesman. He sold Bruce my school like crazy and said that we could be companions when we go to school together. In the end, Bruce actually agreed."
Jason shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm obviously older than him, but I still have to be in the same grade as him. It's really terrible!"
"I'm not wronging you, your science scores are really bad." Tim and Jason sat huddled together, stretched their necks to read the exercise report he had written, and pointed at a line on it.
The word says:
"The exercise report asked you to write down your ideas for solving the problem. What did you write? Is the grammatical error of the question maker? Even if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow, I won't get scolded more than you."
"God, please let me go! Sitting in the car with you skinny little kids every day to go to school is almost killing me!" Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said, "I hate it.
math!"
Tim smiled brightly, and he took Jason's arm to bring him closer to him, and said: "We are counting on you for the football game this semester, you must blow the head of the big guy in the next class!
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"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, then he pushed the homework book in front of him to Tim and said, "Hurry and help me finish writing the math problem report, and I will help you write the paper for the grammar class."
"Okay, but you have to write the arithmetic problems yourself. These problems are so simple that I don't want to waste another second on them... Oh, Dick, where are you going?" Tim looked up at Dick who stood up in confusion.
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Dick turned around so that no one could see his expression. He coughed twice and said, "I'm going to do my homework too."
"Can't you just stay here and write? Let Alfred bring you the homework and light a few less lights." Jason grabbed him and said.
Dick gently shook his hand away, shook his head and said, "The grade difference between you and me is too big. I need a quieter environment to complete my homework."
After saying that, he left. Tim looked at his back and felt a little confused. Jason pursed his lips and said, "Did you see it? He was actually quite unhappy."
"Why?" Tim asked somewhat puzzled.
"You forgot, some time ago, Dick suffered a mental trauma, and Bruce stayed with him all the time, leaving the two of us to be self-reliant. Of course, I have always been self-reliant, and I don't count on anyone." Jason shrugged.
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"So what?" Tim still didn't understand. Jason sighed softly and explained: "Now, he has recovered from his illness. Bruce is busy with work and is only free at night. In recent days, as soon as he comes home,
Just check our homework first instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."
"But I remember some time ago, Dick also said that he hoped Bruce would not go to his room all the time, saying that he 'needs private space' and so on. Now that Bruce really doesn't go, he feels sad again?"
Jason spread his hands and said: "The book says that every child will be like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."
"I certainly won't," Tim agreed.
When Dick went downstairs, he greeted Alfred somewhat sadly, then walked into his bedroom, closed the door tightly and never came out again.
In his bedroom, Dick first sat by the bed and rummaged through his schoolbag and sorted out the homework he wanted to write. He did not go to the desk, but sat cross-legged on the floor, took the homework in his hand and started writing.
But before he could write for a while, his brows furrowed. Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math questions were more difficult.
They all went to private schools and received elite education, which was not easy. Dick's grades were actually not very good. Before, they could be considered above average, but after recuperating at home for a period of time, he became somewhat behind.
Without attending classes, my grades have now become average to below average.
Dick wrote and scratched for a long time, but couldn't get an answer at all. He threw the scratch paper to the ground in annoyance, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, and continued to calculate as if he refused to admit defeat.
But in mathematics, if you can't do it, you just can't do it. Dick missed some ideas and went into a blind corner, and he also started to get into trouble with calculations. The more he calculated, the more he couldn't figure it out.
Dick punched the bed next to him hard, but he didn't know who he was angry with. He raised his head and glanced at the clock, showing a disappointed expression.
After sitting there and thinking for a while, Dick put down his homework, dragged out a tool box from under the bed, put on the hook and other equipment, opened the window and climbed down the wall to the garden.
The huge city turned into a silhouette with a bright outline in the moonlight reflected by the sea. A slender and powerful figure ran quickly above the roof of the building, and finally stopped in the center of the moon.
Dick touched the edge of his eye mask. He turned his head and looked at the tallest building in the city center. There was also a black shadow there, taller and stronger, like a mountain that could never be overcome.
Dick knew that when he was looking at Batman, Batman was not looking at him.
Batman is looking at this city, this city that belongs to him, he is the god of this city, every building, every car, every person here is his child.
Dick once admired Batman's great ideals and wanted to embark on this path. But when he stood here again and looked at Batman's figure, what flashed through his mind was Bruce in front of the hospital bed.
She looked slightly sleepy but still looked at him.
Dick once believed that Batman was a god in the dark, the greatest person he knew, understood and could come into contact with, and he would definitely respect Batman for the rest of his life.
But now he felt a little guilty, as if he had made another friend behind his best friend's back, and he liked that friend even more. The later friend was Bruce.
Compared to Batman, Bruce is more like a living person. When he tucks Dick in, he doesn't look great at all, and is even a bit too ordinary to satisfy any young boy's heroic dream.
Dick wanted to become Batman, but he also wanted Bruce to accompany him. He felt that he was too greedy and felt disappointed that he could not achieve it.
After standing on the top of the building for a while, Dick did not jump to a closer building and observe Batman from a closer distance as before. Instead, he turned around in despair and planned to go back to Wayne Manor to do his homework.
But just as he turned around and jumped over the gap between the two buildings, he saw a dark figure appearing in the alley below.
He is so tall and strong, but he is incompatible with the surrounding environment, with a strong dark atmosphere, even darker than the night in Gotham.
"...Batman?" Dick shouted subconsciously. The next second, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, how could he be Batman? Batman is far away."
But the curiosity aroused by that startling glance made Dick scratch his heart. He squatted on the roof and hesitated for a while, but then climbed down the drainage pipe and came to the dark alley.
But when he landed on the ground, the figure had long since disappeared. Dick looked around and felt a little disappointed. He thought that maybe his mental trauma had not healed yet, so he had hallucinations.
Dick stood there and scratched his head, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, there were two sounds of breaking the air behind him.
Dick instinctively jumped to the side, somersaulted up the wall, and squatted on the wall like a flexible cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley.
As a dark figure walked out of the darkness, Dick's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted:
"Batman?!"
But in an instant, he took two steps back cautiously, stood up holding on to the wall next to him, stared at the figure in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"No! You're not Batman!"
A deep voice, darker than Gotham's night, came from the end of the alley: