In Bruce's slightly expectant eyes, Jason shook his head and said, "I don't know, I fell asleep when I heard this."
Bruce choked, and he felt his breath being choked in his throat again, and the fishy-sweet breath kept coming back. He took a deep breath, looked at Jason and said, "So you are also sleeping in class,
Yeah?"
"Aren't you the same?" Jason was surprised. He looked at Bruce with a surprised and confused expression and said, "Last time I went to deliver lesson plans to Professor Schiller, I saw you lying in the back row.
I slept soundly at my desk."
Bruce was speechless and choked.
He suddenly discovered a very serious problem. He seemed to have no qualifications to ask Dick to get good grades.
Dick was in the middle of the pack in his class, while Bruce was at the bottom of his class.
If we can say that Bruce wanted to pretend to be an uneducated playboy in his freshman and sophomore years, then in his junior year, Wayne Group expanded a lot of business and the business was booming.
Wushu can no longer be disguised. Everyone knows that he is a lucky business genius.
So Bruce should have been studying hard at that time, but at that time, he felt that he was very busy, and his academic performance was not very necessary for him, so he occasionally chose to spend his rest time in class.
"I'm an adult, I can adjust..." Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but looking at Jason's eyes staring at him, Bruce really couldn't say the second half of the sentence.
What if Jason was caught sleeping in class one day by his teacher, and the teacher asked him why. Jason went to tell the teacher that he could adjust his work and study time, and the teacher asked him who he learned it from, and things would be bad.
"Why does Dick feel scared?" Jason asked and answered: "There is another reason why children challenge authority during their rebellious period. They want to know how far their parents will tolerate them."
"They believe that this level represents the extent to which their parents love them, and they know rationally that this is too much, but they can't help but wonder if their parents will still love them after they become independent."
"They want to know what position family affection should occupy in the personality they construct in the future, and what position their parents should occupy, and the basis for their judgment is the reaction of their parents after provoking authority."
"I shouldn't reprimand him, right?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know either." Jason shook his head again. He thought for a while and then said, "But I think Dick's behavior may be because he has not healed from previous mental trauma."
"If a madman comes into my dream, kidnaps me, and cuts off my ears, I can't resist, I can only watch him hurt me, and no one comes to save me, such a desperate scene
It will give me nightmares for at least half a year." A rare trace of fear flashed across Jason's face.
Bruce pursed his lips, showing a trace of guilt, and said in a low tone: "Last night, I shouldn't blame Dick, but I was too angry."
"You said, you are an adult, you have the ability to adjust everything." Jason lightly shrugged, glanced at the door, and then said: "But it's not too late now, you can go and stay with me
Dick, let him know that the terrible things that happened in his dreams are not real."
Bruce stood up and walked slowly into the room, but Dick began to tremble all over again, or shed tears sluggishly. Bruce stood in the middle of the room, not knowing whether he should get closer.
After a while, he walked out, called Alfred over, and coaxed Dick to sleep.
Bruce was lying on the bed in the bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with chaotic thoughts filling his mind.
The emotion called anger during the day will be brewed into a cup of wine called grievance in the darkness of night. But if no one talks to it, countless sorrows will be poured into the cup, and then mixed into loneliness.
Loneliness is a bitter cup of bitter wine. All the flavors you taste from it are just the self-comfort of poor people. Even if you have drunk it many times, when you swallow it, you still want to pick out the nonsense that is drunk to the point of madness.
One or two sentences to ask Heaven why it is so unfair.
Bruce was holding back his worries, and no matter how much he adjusted his emotions, he could not sleep. But this was not because of disappointment, but perhaps because he felt hope, because he saw Thomas today.
Thinking of that tall figure, Bruce imagined him as stronger in his mind. The days and nights he had spent with Thomas kept replaying in his mind, making him sit up from the bed.
Standing in front of the bedroom window, Bruce couldn't restrain his inner impulse. He put on his clothes as quickly as possible, and without even having time to put on Batman's equipment, he rushed into the rainy night in Gotham.
He kept jumping in the dark city, his speed getting faster and faster, and his blood getting hotter and hotter, until white mist came out of his body due to the temperature. Bruce, who was standing on the top of the building, had never panted so violently.
Bruce knew that it was extremely unwise to expend his physical strength to this level. The sweet smell of his breath and the pain in his lungs reminded him that if a dangerous criminal approached him at this time, he would be doomed.
But what frightened him even more than this fact was that after circling around the city, he didn't find that figure.
Panicked, disappointed and a little lucky, Bruce finally turned around and planned to leave, mocking in his mind that his emotional madness had no effect except increasing the possibility of fever.
But at this moment, Bruce turned around, and through the hazy halo of rain on his eyelashes, he saw a figure standing on the top of the Wayne Building, so tall and strong, like a mountain.
As if being guided by something, Bruce walked in that direction until he came to the back of that figure.
Before he could ask, the person opposite had already taken off his mask. It was his father, Thomas Wayne, who had haunted Bruce for countless days and nights.
But the scene where father and son reunited was not at all heartwarming. Thomas looked too old and tired, while Bruce looked crazy and fragile.
The mood swings in the past few days have tightened Bruce's heartstrings to the limit.
The questions and grievances in his heart turned into anger, and he wanted to find an explanation for his hysterical sadness and loneliness for so many years.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
After the initial cold glow, when the batarang rotated, the first thing that was cut was the fine rain line, and then it returned to its extreme speed, flying past Thomas' white hair on the temples with thunderous force, bright and clear
The blade of the knife reflected the wrinkles at the corners of the old father's eyes.
"This is you, Batman." Thomas said: "When you reunited with your father, you chose to attack him. Such a ruthless monster should not exist at all."
The moment the batarang was thrown, Bruce regretted it, but Thomas's attitude angered him even more. He stared into Thomas' eyes and said, "You lied to me and abandoned me."
"You don't have any patience to investigate the facts. You only rely on your narrow imagination and put all the responsibilities on others." Thomas said, "But it is also my responsibility. During my absence, you did not receive enough punishment.
Education, let alone lessons.”
"And now, I'm back to correct all these mistakes, Bruce. I will kill Batman and let you go back to the right path."
The moment the words fell, the black figure stepped forward. Not to be outdone, Bruce raised his arm in front of him. After blocking Thomas' fist, he turned around and struck with an elbow. Thomas bent down to avoid another punch.
Bruce turned sideways and dodged his fist in the simplest way, but in the next second, Thomas's eyes flashed coldly, he took a step forward, stepped on the ground between Bruce's legs with his right foot, and raised it slightly to the right.
, Bruce staggered.
Thomas stepped forward and stretched out his arm to strangle Bruce's neck from behind, threw him to the ground and punched him on the cheekbone.
The punch was so heavy that Bruce felt dizzy almost instantly. There was a sharp buzzing in his ears. His tongue scraped against the teeth on the side, creating a large gash. Blood flowed out from his lips.
Thomas half-knelt on Bruce, strangled his neck, and punched him again. Bruce let out a dying breath, and more blood spilled from his mouth.
Thomas stood up slowly. The black fog caused by the waves of dizziness allowed Bruce to only see his figure clearly in a hazy state. He was still tall and strong, and he still fit perfectly with the Gotham night.
"You are not...Thomas..."
"I am."
Thomas squatted down again, grabbed Bruce's chin with one hand, turned his head right, forced him to look at him, and said: "The ignorance and shallowness caused by the lack of education will make you
I have done all kinds of wrong things and wasted my life in places that shouldn't be wasted, and now that I have such an opportunity to reverse all of this... you'd better do as I say, otherwise, I will let you learn a lesson."
Thomas shook Bruce's face away, stood up, stepped on Bruce's chest, then threw the mask he took off on Bruce's body, and said:
"Do you think I'm crazy? But this is the price I have to pay as Batman. I spent all my patience and emotions and turned myself into a ruthless and violent law enforcement machine."
"If you want the patient explanations and warm reminiscences you want, take off that ridiculous uniform. I will not allow my son to become Batman."
"In order to prevent those terrible tragedies from happening again to you, I will use all means. Today is just the beginning."
Thomas raised his foot, but the next second he stepped heavily on Bruce's chest, and the sound of broken ribs could be clearly heard in the rain.
Bruce clutched his chest and inhaled rapidly, moaning as if he was on the verge of death.
He was trying to convince himself that it was just his unwillingness to take action against Thomas that put him in such a miserable situation, but his reason was telling him that he really couldn't beat Thomas. Even if he was in uniform and fully armed, he was no match for him.
But the moment he learned this fact, what arose in Bruce was not fear, but boundless anger.
Thomas turned around and wanted to leave, but Bruce still held his injured chest and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
"Only losers will regard their lives as tragedies. Not only are you a failure, you are also despicable. It makes me feel ashamed...ugh!"
A batarang penetrated Bruce's shoulder blade, and raindrops fell on the cold ground with bright red blood. Bruce struggled to get up from the ground, but Thomas looked back at him and said:
"I am a failed father, and so are you. You will only bring pain to your children."
In an instant, Bruce's arms became weak, and he fell to the ground again. His eyes were distracted as he watched the blood dripping from his mouth and nose into the puddles, dyeing everything bloody red.
