The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1202 The Cry of the Lamb (21)

"Hey, Jason, did you hear on the radio that Batman is going to be on the roof of the Wayne Building tonight?"

In the study room of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting on the edge of the table with a book in his hand, looked at Jason beside him and asked, Jason was burying his head in writing, writing quickly, without raising his head, he said: "I don't listen to the radio. , I can't understand the words conveyed by hearing, I still prefer to read newspapers."

"That's right." Dick tilted his head, smacked his lips and said, "Gotham's radio stations are full of gangsters, oh, they call that kind of uncivilized spat now East Coast rap, I heard they I also plan to hold a competition to see who is more powerful at cursing people."

"That new travel and car radio is interesting, though," continued Dick.

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

"I like what he said today. The night in Gotham belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Dick propped his chin with his hands, his eyelids were always drooping, as if he was a little sleepy.

Seeing his demeanor, Jason shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the trauma of the previous period made you always sleep badly, but you must take the initiative to rest instead of letting yourself run out for a walk at night. , Didn't you realize that your mental state is very bad?"

"Of course he didn't notice, and he definitely planned to continue running out tonight, maybe he planned to stay up until midnight with those Batman fans and wait for him to appear."

Tim's voice sounded at the door, and he walked in with a stack of books, passed Dick at the desk, looked out 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?"

"Impossible, I heard from the teacher himself that I have to finish the report on the three exercises during the day tonight..."

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

"He was transferred to my class." Tim put down the stack 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, Just met my dad."

"You also know that my dad is a salesman. He crazily sold my school to Bruce, and said that the two of us could be companions when we went to school together. In the end, Bruce really agreed."

Jason also shrugged helplessly and said: "I am obviously older than him, but I still have to be in the same grade as him. It's really terrible!"

"It's not wronging you, your science grades are really bad." Tim and Jason sat together squeezed together, stretched their necks to read the exercise report he wrote, and pointed to a line on it word says:
"The exercise report is for you to write your thoughts on solving the problem. What are you writing? The grammatical error of the person who wrote the question? Even if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow, I won't be scolded more than you."

"God, please let me go! Sitting in the car to school with you skinny kids every day is almost killing me!" Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said, "I hate math!"

Tim smiled brightly, he pulled Jason's arm closer to him, and said, "We're all counting on you for the football game this semester, you must blow the head of the big guy in the next class! "

"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, and then he pushed the homework in front of Tim to Tim and said, "Help me finish the math study report, and I'll help you write the essay for 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 .

Dick turned around, so 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? Ask Alfred to deliver the homework, and you can save a few lights." Jason stopped him and said.

Dick shook his hand lightly, shook his head and said, "I'm too far behind your grades. My homework needs a quieter environment to complete."

After he finished speaking, he left. Tim looked at his back feeling a little puzzled. Jason pursed his lips and said, "Did you see that? He's actually quite upset."

"Why?" Tim asked a little puzzled.

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

"So what?" Tim still didn't understand, Jason sighed softly and explained: "Now, he is recovering from his illness, Bruce is busy with work and only has time at night. In the last few days, as soon as he comes home Just check our homework instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember some time ago, Dick also said that he hoped that Bruce would not go to his room all the time, saying that he 'needs private space' or something like that. Now that Bruce really doesn't go, he feels sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said, "The books say that every child will be like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."

"I sure don't," Tim agrees.

When Dick went downstairs, he greeted Alfred a little sleepily, then buried himself in his bedroom, closed the door tightly and never came out again.

In his bedroom, Dick first sat by the bed and looked through his schoolbag, sorted out the homework to be written, and did not go to the desk, but sat cross-legged on the ground, took the homework in his hand and began to write.

But before he wrote for a while, his brows frowned. Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math problems were also more difficult.

They all went to private schools, they received elite education, and the difficulty was not low. Dick's grades were actually not very good, and he could be regarded as an upper-middle level before, but after he recuperated at home for a period of time, some If you don't take courses, your grades are now at the lower-middle level.

Dick wrote and scratched for a long time, but couldn't get an answer at all. He threw the draft paper to the ground a little annoyed, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, and continued to count as if he refused to admit defeat.

But mathematics is something that can’t be done. Dick missed a little bit of thinking and went to a dead end, and he started to get into the corner of calculation, and the more he calculated, the more he couldn’t figure it out.

Dick thumped the bed next to him hard, but he didn't know who he was angry with. He looked up at the clock, showing a disappointed expression.

Sitting there thinking for a while, Dick put down his homework, dragged out a toolbox from under the bed, put on hooks and other equipment, opened the window and climbed down the wall to the garden.

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

Dick stroked the edge of the eye mask. He turned his head and looked at the tallest building in the city center. There was also a dark shadow there, taller and stronger, like a mountain that could never be overcome.

Dick knew that when he was looking at Batman, Batman wasn't 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 that Bruce was in front of the hospital bed. Slightly sleepy but still watching his eyes.

Dick had believed that Batman was a god in the dark, the greatest human being he had ever known, understood, and touched, and he would adore Batman all his life.

But now he felt a little guilty, as if he had made another friend behind his best friend's back, and that friend liked him even more. The later friend was Bruce.

Compared with Batman, Bruce is more like a living person. When he tucks Dick in, he doesn't look great at all, even a little too ordinary, which can't satisfy any teenager's hero dream.

Dick wanted to be Batman but wanted Bruce to be with him, and he felt too greedy and frustrated that he couldn't make it happen.

Standing on the top of the building for a while, Dick didn't jump to a closer building to observe Batman from a closer distance as he did in the past, but turned around feeling disappointed, and planned to go back to Wayne Manor to do his homework.

But when 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 out of tune with the surrounding environment, with a strong dark atmosphere, even darker than the night of Gotham.

"...Batman?" Dick called out 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 the glimpse made Dick scratch his heart. He squatted on the roof of the building and hesitated for a while, but he still climbed down the drainpipe and came to the dark alley.

But when he landed on the ground, that figure had long since disappeared. Dick looked around and felt a little disappointed. He felt that his mental trauma might not be healed yet, so he had hallucinations.

Dick stood there scratching his head, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, there were two cracking sounds behind him.

Dick instinctively jumped to the side, somersaulted onto the wall, and squatted on the wall like a nimble cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley with fiery eyes.

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 while leaning on 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 low voice, darker than Gotham's night, came from the end of the alley:
"I'm."

　Guess who I am--

　
(End of this chapter)