In Bruce's slightly expectant eyes, Jason shook his head and said, "I don't know, when I heard this, I fell asleep." ”

Bruce choked for a moment, he felt a breath choked in his throat again, and the fishy sweet breath kept coming up, he took a deep breath, looked at Jason and said, "So you also sleep in class, right?" ”

"Aren't you like that?" Jason felt surprised, he looked at Bruce with a surprised and confused expression and said, "The last time I went to deliver a lesson plan to Professor Schiller, I saw you sleeping soundly at the back desk. ”

Bruce choked speechlessly.

He suddenly noticed a serious problem, and he didn't seem to have the qualifications to ask Dick to get a good grade.

Dick was in the middle of his class, and Bruce was at the bottom of his class.

If it can be explained that Bruce wants to disguise himself as a playboy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, in his junior year, Wayne Group has expanded a lot of business, and the business is booming.

So at that time, Bruce was supposed to study hard, 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 put his break time in class.

"I'm an adult, I can adjust my ......" Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but seeing Jason staring at him, Bruce really couldn't get the second half of the sentence out.

If one day, Jason is caught sleeping in class and the teacher asks him why, Jason goes to the teacher and tells the teacher that he can adjust the time between work and study, and the teacher asks him who he studied with, and things will be bad.

"Why does Dick feel scared?" Jason asked himself, "There's another reason for children to challenge authority during their rebellious period, they want to know how much their parents will tolerate them. ”

"They think that this level represents the degree to which their parents love them, and their sanity knows that it is excessive, but they can't help it, and they wonder if their parents will love them when they become independent."

"They want to know what position family affection should occupy in the personality they will construct in the future, and what position their parents should have, and they will judge it on the basis of their parents' reaction after provoking authority."

"Shouldn't I reprimand him?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know." Jason shook his head again, he thought for a moment and then said, "But I think Dick's behavior may be because his previous mental wounds have not healed. ”

"If a madman runs into my dream and kidnaps me and cuts out my ear, I can't resist but watch him hurt me and no one comes to save me, this desperate scene will give me nightmares for at least half a year." There was a rare flash of fear on Jason's face.

Bruce pursed his lips with a look of guilt, and he said in a low tone, "Last night, I shouldn't have blamed Dick, but I was so angry. ”

"You said, you're an adult, and you have the ability to regulate everything." Jason shrugged his shoulders slightly, glanced inside the door, and continued, "But it's not too late, you can go and accompany Dick and let him know that the terrible things that happened in the dream are not real." ”

Bruce stood up and walked slowly into the room, but Dick began to tremble again, or else he would have been in tears, and Bruce stood in the middle of the room, not knowing if he should approach or not.

After a while, he went out anyway, called Alfred over, and lulled Dick to sleep.

Bruce lay tossing and turning on his bed in the bedroom, unable to sleep, chaotic thoughts stuffed into his mind.

The emotions called anger during the day will be brewed into a glass of wine called grievance in the darkness of the night, but if there is no one to confide in, countless sorrows will be poured into the glass, and then reconciled into loneliness.

Loneliness is a cup of bitter wine that is hard to drink, and all the tastes that come out of it are nothing but the self-consolation of the poor man, even if he has drunk it many times, but when he swallows it, he still wants to pick out a sentence or two from the nonsense of drunkenness to madness, and use it to ask the heavens why it is so unfair.

Bruce was holding back his thoughts, no matter how much he adjusted his emotions, he couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of disappointment, maybe it was because he felt hope, because he met Thomas today.

Thinking of the tall figure, Bruce imagined him stronger in his mind, and the days and nights he had spent with Thomas replayed in his mind, causing him to sit up from his bed.

Standing in front of the bedroom window, Bruce couldn't suppress the urge in his heart, and he put on his clothes as fast as he could, and he didn't even have time to put on Batman's gear, so he rushed into the rainy night of Gotham.

He kept jumping through the dark city, faster and faster, his blood getting hotter and hotter, until a white mist rose from the temperature on his body, and Bruce, who stood at the top of the building, had never been so violently gasping for breath.

Bruce knew that it would be unwise to use his physical strength to such an extent, and the fishy sweetness of his breath and the pain in his lungs reminded him that if a dangerous criminal approached him at this time, he would be finished.

But what frightened him even more than that was that he didn't find the figure after going around the city.

Panicked, disappointed, and a little lucky, Bruce finally turned around and planned to leave, mocking in his heart that his emotional madness was of no use other than to increase the likelihood of fever.

But at this moment, Bruce turned around, and saw a hazy halo through the rain on his eyelashes, and saw a figure standing at the top of the Wayne Building, so tall and strong, like a mountain.

As if guided by something, Bruce walked in that direction until he came to the back of the figure.

Before he could ask, the person across from him had already taken off his mask, it was his father, Thomas Wayne, who had haunted Bruce for countless days and nights.

But the scene of the reunion of father and son is not half warm, Thomas looks too old and tired, and Bruce is crazy and fragile.

The mood swings of the past few days have tightened Bruce's heartstrings to the limit.

The doubts and grievances in his heart turned into a wave of anger, and he wanted to ask for an explanation for the hysterical sadness and loneliness he had experienced for so many years.

"Whoosh!"

After the first bit of coldness, when the batrang spun, the first thing that was cut was the fine rain line, and then it returned to extreme speed, grazing the white hair on Thomas's sideburns with the power of thunder, and the bright blade reflected the wrinkles in the corners of the old father's eyes.

"That's you, Batman." Thomas spoke: "Choosing to attack his father when he was reunited with him, a monster so ruthless, should not exist at all. ”

The moment the batrang was thrown, Bruce already regretted it, but Thomas's attitude angered him even more, and he stared at Thomas in the 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 assumptions, and you put all the blame on someone else." Thomas opened his mouth and said, "But it is also my responsibility, in my absence, you have not been educated enough, and you have not been taught. ”

"And now, I'm back to correct all this, Bruce, and I'm going to kill Batman and get you back on track."

The moment the words fell, the black figure stepped forward, Bruce was not to be outdone, raised his arm in front of him, blocked Thomas's fist, turned and elbowed, Thomas bent down to dodge another punch.

Bruce turned sideways and dodged his fist in the simplest way, but in the next second, a cold light flashed in Thomas's eyes, he took a step forward, stepped on the ground between Bruce's legs with his right foot, and gently picked it to the right, and Bruce stumbled.

Thomas stepped forward and grabbed Bruce from behind with his arm and threw him to the ground, punching him in the cheekbone.

The punch was so heavy that Bruce was dizzy almost instantly, a sharp buzz sounded in his ears, and his tongue scraped against his teeth on the side, making a large cut, and blood flowed down his lips.

Thomas half-knelt down on top of Bruce, grabbed him by the neck, and punched him again, causing Bruce to let out a near-death breath and more blood spilling out of his mouth.

Thomas slowly stood up, the black fog brought by the dizziness, so that Bruce could only see his figure in the haze, still so tall and strong, still in line with the night of Gotham.

"You're not...... Thomas ......"

"I am."

Thomas crouched down again, grabbed Bruce's jaw with one hand, turned his head right, forced him to look at himself, and said, "The ignorance and shallowness caused by the lack of education have caused you to do all kinds of wrong things and waste your life where you shouldn't have wasted, and I have such an opportunity to reverse all this...... You'd better do as I say, or I'll teach you a lesson. ”

Thomas shook off Bruce's face, stood up, stomped on Bruce's chest, and then threw the mask he had taken off on Bruce's body, saying:

"Do you think I'm crazy? But that's the price to pay as Batman, and I used up all my patience and emotion to turn myself into a ruthless, violent law enforcement machine. ”

"If you want to get those patient explanations and warm memories you want, take off that ridiculous uniform, I won't allow my son to become Batman."

"In order to avoid the recurrence of those terrible tragedies in you, I will use all means, and today is just the beginning."

Thomas lifted his foot, but the next second he stomped heavily on Bruce's chest, and the sound of his ribs breaking was clearly visible in the rain.

Bruce clutched his chest and inhaled sharply, letting out a near-death moan.

He was trying to convince himself, but he was unwilling to attack Thomas to fall into such a miserable situation, but his reason was telling him that he really couldn't beat Thomas, even if he was fully armed in uniform, he was no match for him.

But the moment he learned of this fact, Bruce was not fearful, but boundless anger.

Thomas turned to leave, but Bruce still clutched his injured chest and squeezed a word out of his throat.

"Only a loser sees his life as a tragedy, and I am ashamed that you have not only failed, but you are mean...... Belch! ”

A batrang pierced Bruce's shoulder blades, and the rain line fell on the cold ground with bright red blood, and Bruce struggled to get up from the ground, but Thomas looked back at him and said:

"I'm a failed father, and so are you, and you're only going to bring pain to your children."

In an instant, Bruce's arm became weak, and he fell to the ground again, staring blankly as the blood dripping from his mouth and nose fell into the puddle, staining everything bloody red.

(End of chapter)