"Hey, Jason, did you hear the radio about Batman showing up on the roof of Wayne Building tonight?"

In the study of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting on the edge of the table with a book in his hand, 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, I still prefer to read the newspaper."

"Yes." Dick tilted his head, he smacked his lips and said, "Gotham's radio is full of gangster scolding, oh, they call it that now, this kind of uncivilized mutual spraying is called East Coast rap, I heard that they are also planning to hold a contest to compete with whomever is more swearing."

"Still, that's a new travel and car radio station." Dick continued.

"Because there's Batman there?" Jason glanced over his head at Dick.

"I kind of like what he said today, Gotham's nights belong to Batman, it's really cool." Dick held his chin on his hands, his eyelids drooping all the time, as if he were sleepy.

Seeing his demeanor, Jason shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the mental trauma some time ago made you always have trouble sleeping, but you have to take the initiative to rest, instead of letting yourself run out for a walk at night, don't you notice that your mental state is very bad?"

"Of course he didn't, and he's definitely going to keep running out tonight, maybe staying up until midnight with the Batman fans and waiting for him to show up."

Tim's voice rang out in the doorway, and he walked in with a stack of books, walked past Dick at the desk, reached out to look at what Jason was writing, and let out an exclamation.

"Wait a minute? What are you writing about? Math Problem Report? Why don't I remember that the teacher left this homework?"

"It's impossible, I heard from the teacher himself, and I'm going to finish the report of the three exercises during the day tonight............

"Hey, wait, you two went to the same class?" Dick looked at Tim and Jason with some confusion.

"He's the one who transferred to my class." Tim put down the stack of books in his hand and said, "Bruce thinks that he should still go to school normally, and has been looking for a school for him, but he happened to run into my dad at the banquet a few days ago."

"You know my dad was a salesmaniac, and he frantically pitched my school to Bruce, and said that the two of us could go to school together and be companions, and Bruce agreed."

Jason also shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "I'm obviously older than him, but I still have to be in the same grade with him, it's really terrible!"

"I didn't wrong you, your science grades are really bad." Tim and Jason sat next to each other, craned their necks to read the exercise report he had written, and pointed to a line on it:

"The exercise report is for you to write your solution ideas, what are you writing here? The questioner's grammatical error? Even if I don't turn in my homework tomorrow, I won't get more scolded than you."

"God, let me go! Sitting in the car and going to school every day with you skinny little kids is already killing me!" ….

Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said, "I hate math!"

Tim laughed brightly, he took Jason's arm to bring him closer to him, and said, "We're counting on you for this semester's football game, you're going to have to blow the big guy in the next class!"

"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, then he pushed the workbook in front of him to Tim and said, "Help me finish my math study report, and I'll help you write your grammar paper."

"Okay, but you'll have to write your own arithmetic problems, which are so simple that I don't want to waste an extra second on them............ Oh, Dick, where are you going?" Tim looked up at Dick as he stood up.

Dick turned so that no one could see his expression, and he coughed lightly twice and said, "I'm going to do my homework too."

"Can't you just stay here and write? Let Alfred bring the homework book, and there will be a few fewer lights." Jason pulled him and said.

Dick gently shook off his hand,

Shaking his head, he said, "I'm so far behind your grades, and my homework needs a quieter environment to complete."

With that, he left, and Tim looked at his back feeling a little confused, and Jason pursed his lips and said, "Do you see that? He's actually quite upset."

"Why?" Tim asked, puzzled.

"You forget, some time ago, Dick suffered a mental trauma, and Bruce has been with him, letting the two of us be self-reliant, of course, I have always been self-reliant, and I don't count on anyone." Jason said with a shrug.

"So what?" Tim still didn't understand, and Jason sighed softly and explained, "Now, he's cured, Bruce is busy with work, and only has free at night, and in the last few days, he's checked our homework as soon as he got home, instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember some time ago, Dick also said that he hoped Bruce wouldn't always go to his room, saying that he 'needed personal space, or something, and now that Bruce really doesn't go, he feels sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said, "The book says that every kid is like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."

"I'm sure I won't." Tim chimed in.

Dick greeted Alfred with some cowardice as he went downstairs, and then went into his bedroom, shutting the door tightly and not coming out.

In his bedroom, Dick first sat on the edge of the bed and rummaged through his school bag, sorted out the homework to be written, and did not go to the desk, but sat cross-legged on the floor, took the homework in his hand and began to write.

But before he could write any longer, his brow furrowed, Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math problems were a little more difficult.

They all went to private schools, they received elite education, the difficulty was not low, Dick's grades were actually not very good, and he could be regarded as the upper middle level before, but after he recuperated at home for a while, some of them couldn't keep up with the classes, and now they have become at the middle and lower level.

Dick wrote and scratched for a long time, but he couldn't get an answer at all, and he threw the scratch paper to the ground with some irritation, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, as if he didn't admit defeat. ….

But there is such a thing as mathematics, it won't be no, Dick missed a little bit of thinking, walked into a dead end, and began to drill the horns of calculation, and the more he calculated, the more he couldn't figure it out.

Dick thumped the bed next to him, but not knowing who he was talking to, he glanced up at the clock with a look of surprise.

After sitting there and thinking for a while, Dick put down his homework, dragged out a toolbox from under the bed, put on the hook and other equipment, and opened it

The window climbed down the wall and into the garden.

The huge city, in the moonlight reflected off the sea, turned into a silhouette with a bright outline, and a slender and powerful figure ran quickly above the rooftop, and finally stopped in the center of the moon.

Dick stroked the edge of the mask on his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the tallest building in the center of the city, where there was also a dark shadow, taller and stronger, like a mountain that could never be crossed.

Dick knew that while he was looking at Batman, Batman wasn't looking at him.

Batman is looking at the city, the city that belongs to him, he is the god of the city, every building, every car, every person, is his child.

Dick had admired Batman's great ideals and wanted to take this path, but when he stood here again and looked at Batman, his mind flashed to the hospital bed, Bruce was slightly sleepy but still staring 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 revere Batman for the rest of his life.

But now, he felt that he was a little weak, as if he had made another friend behind his back, and that friend he liked even more, and the friend he later had was Bruce.

More like Bruce than Batman

A living person, when he folded the quilt for Dick, he didn't look great, and even a little too ordinary to satisfy any teenager's heroic dream.

Dick wants to be Batman, but wants Bruce to accompany him, and he feels too greedy and frustrated that he can't achieve it.

Standing on the roof for a while, Dick didn't jump onto the closer building and observe Batman from a closer distance as he used to, but turned around in a daze, intending to go back to Wayne Manor to do his homework.

But just as he turned to jump over the gap between the two buildings, he saw a dark figure appear in the alley below.

He was so tall and strong, yet out of step with his surroundings, with a thick dark atmosphere, even darker than the night of Gotham.

「………… Batman?" Dick subconsciously screamed, and the next second, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, how can he be Batman? Batman is in the distance."

But the curiosity aroused by the alarming police officer made Dick scratch his heart, and he crouched on the roof of the building and hesitated for a moment, but still climbed down the drain pipe into the dark alley.

But by the time he hit the ground, the figure had long since disappeared, and Dick looked left and right, feeling a little disappointed, thinking that maybe his mental trauma had not healed, so he hallucinated.

Dick stood there scratching his head and turned to leave, but at that moment, two sounds of breaking the air came from behind him.

Dick instinctively jumped to the side, and climbed over the wall, crouching on the wall like a nimble cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley.

As a dark figure came out of the darkness, Dick's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted:

"Batman?!"

But in an instant, he took two steps back vigilantly, stood up against 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 muffled voice, darker than the night in Gotham, came from the end of the alley:

"I am."

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