The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1203 The Cry of the Lamb (22)
Dick seemed to be stunned. He felt that the person opposite was lying, because the black figure that appeared in front of him was completely different from the Batman he knew.

But he couldn't refute it, because apart from Batman, no one fits the night of Gotham like this.

In other words, this eccentric calling himself Batman in front of him is more suitable for the darkness of this city than the Batman Dick knows.

When he stood in the slightly humid Gotham night air, every trace of moisture from the tip of his hair to the end of his skin was like a black wave rushing towards his face.

Dick had never seen Batman like this.

He knows that Batman is the dark knight of Gotham, and he knows that Batman is not the kind of bright and great hero written in fairy tales, but it is this dark charm that deeply attracts Dick. appear more fascinated.

"Who the hell are you?" Dick asked a little bit confused, looking at the figure.

"I'm Batman." The other party replied again, but looking at Dick's immature face, he seemed to have a little extra patience, so he added: "Batman from another world."

"Another world?" Dick muttered to himself and repeated these words. He felt that he shouldn't accept such a bizarre explanation. Do other worlds really exist?Gotham there too?Also Batman?

"You know the Batman of this world." The black shadow on the opposite side said a sentence, which should have been a question sentence, but he said it in the tone of an affirmative sentence, which was taken for granted.

Dick regained his senses a little. He took another step back, bared his teeth like a cat, and said vigilantly, "What are you trying to do? You impostor, I won't tell you about Batman!"

"He shouldn't be Batman." The black shadow on the opposite side said in an extremely slow tone, every word clearly echoed in Dick's ears, with an inexplicable attraction.

"What did you say?" Dick asked in surprise.

"Batman is Bruce Wayne." The deep voice sounded again, but before Dick was surprised why he knew so much, he heard the person on the other side say.

"He should be more Bruce than Batman."

Dick opened his mouth wide. He suddenly felt a little guilty, and instinctively glanced left and right. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, wondering if he had mind reading skills.

Just now, when he was standing upstairs, the scene where Batman took him for a ride on the roof of Gotham, and the scene where Bruce sat in front of the bed to comfort him alternately appeared, making his spirit that had not yet fully stabilized , becomes more confusing.

And when a stranger who suddenly appeared pierced his mind, Dick felt fear, but couldn't help thinking, sure enough, everyone thought so, and it was normal for me to think so.

Just when Dick was in a daze, the black figure in front of him disappeared. Dick didn't realize how and when he disappeared, but this made him somewhat believe that the other party was indeed Batman, because only Batman , will come and go without a trace like this.

Children's thoughts are always clearly written on their faces. When Dick returned to Wayne Manor, Alfred brought a towel to help him dry the moisture from his hair, and Bruce just came out of his bedroom.

Dick suddenly felt a little angry when he saw Bruce's actions. He turned his head aside and didn't look at Bruce. Bruce walked to the sofa with some doubts and asked him, "What's wrong? Dick? Where did you go just now?"

"Why did you come into my room?!" Dick stared at Bruce's face, angrier when he saw Bruce's slightly puzzled expression, and raised his voice, "There are no secrets in my room! Great detective!"

"No, Dick, it's not me trying to pry into your secrets, it's Elsa who went to your room and asked you to tell her a story, and when she found out you weren't there, she started yelling and messing up your quilt, me and Alfred just took her out." Bruce explained patiently.

Dick had nothing to say, but the anger and irritability did not disappear at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I am ignorant. Batman is always right."

After speaking, he shook off the towel, and Alfred's hand holding the other end of the towel was also thrown away.

Bruce immediately frowned, he blocked Dick's only way back to the room and said, "Dick, don't do this, you almost hit Alfred, you have to apologize to him."

Dick turned around and glanced at the old butler's old face. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Alfred, I'm going back to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Dick rushed into his bedroom without looking back and closed the door. Bruce looked at his back, shook his head helplessly and said, "Sometimes, I really don't understand what he is thinking."

There was a hint of hesitation on Bruce's face, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Maybe I've paid too much attention to Jason and Tim recently, Dick is a sensitive child, I adopted Tim , may indeed make him feel unhappy, if I show that I like Jason and the two of them too much, he will definitely be hurt."

"Have you ever asked him about his studies?" Alfred reminded him while folding the towel, "Master, you have just transferred Jason to another school, and you have been staring at their homework recently, maybe you should pay more attention to it." Take a look at the study of the young master."

Bruce stroked his chin and nodded. He felt that what Alfred said made sense. He thought for a while and said, "Before, I frequently changed schools for him, which caused him to be bullied. I think I should go to school Look at him, but I can't just walk in there in a Batman suit, that would be horrible."

"How about, why don't you pick him up from school tomorrow?" Alfred suggested, "You can go early, meet his teacher, observe his classmates, and learn about his life in school."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, he nodded and said: "I have to say, Alfred, you can always provide me with valuable inspiration. It is indeed time for me to talk to his teacher about him, including His academic performance, future development direction, and the arrangement of talent courses, etc."

Bruce, who returned to the bedroom, fell asleep while thinking about the content of the conversation with the teacher tomorrow.

It was a night full of thoughts, and Bruce didn't sleep well, and for some reason, he felt a nervousness.

He knew that few people in the city could blame him, but Bruce still felt a little overwhelmed at the thought of confronting Dick's teacher and learning about his school life.

The next morning, Bruce got up early like every student facing an important exam. He went to the cafeteria of Gotham University and found Victor who was eating breakfast.

Victor was a little surprised that he would come to find him. He put down the knife and fork and said to Bruce: "Could it be that you misremembered the time of the group meeting? I said it will be next Tuesday, not today."

"No." Bruce sat across from Victor, but for some reason, he seemed a little cautious, with his hands on both sides of the windbreaker, and shook his head at the waiter who was about to come, signaling him not to order.

"Today, I'm going to Dick's school to ask... about his studies." Bruce's words were a little dry, and the swaying eyes in his eyes showed that he was a little nervous now.

Before Victor could speak, Bruce put his hands on the table and said quickly: "I made a mistake before. I asked Dick to change schools frequently, which caused him to always be in strange environments. And I was bullied, if Tim didn't talk about it, I wouldn't know about it."

"I'm a little worried..." Bruce said, squeezing his fingers.

"What are you worried about?" Victor asked.

"What if Dick doesn't do well in school? Can I continue to transfer him? When is the end? He doesn't stay in one environment well and wants to change it, but if he is not familiar with the unfamiliar environment, what should we do?"

Victor smiled and said, "Don't worry, Bruce, Dick is a big boy, he has his own ideas, and he will choose a way to live in a way that he feels comfortable with."

Victor lowered his head and cut the food on the plate and said: I don’t have children, but I have taught junior high school children. Children of this age have a lot of ideas. Although adults may not believe it, they can actually handle things. Much more than you might imagine. "

"Children in this age group are not as fragile as you think, and Dick is extraordinarily smart and strong, so don't worry too much."

Although Bruce nodded, although his reason told him that Victor had tried his best to comfort him, he could feel in his heart that Victor's comfort was not the answer he wanted.

Bruce didn't eat breakfast at all, but he didn't feel hungry either, just a hollow stomach and a sinking heart, and that feeling was even more pronounced after the ride to Dick's school.

The principal of the school received Bruce warmly. Dick's counselor was an older woman who seemed very experienced. She sat with Bruce in the reception area of ​​the principal's office and talked about Dick's school life.

But this is actually nothing to talk about. In front of the principal, it is impossible for the counselor to say that Dick has been bullied or injured, let alone that Dick is not a good student.

When talking about the real results, the counselor said very euphemistically that Dick might have better development in ballet and rhythmic gymnastics, and Bruce immediately heard what she meant.

"Dick's grades aren't great?" Bruce asked.

The female counselor hesitated for a moment, but she still said: "We don't encourage too much learning pressure on children at this age. There are many parents in the class who are eager for their children to become successful, and pay too much attention to grades, which makes the children feel a lot of pressure. .”

Bruce understood her hint again. The counselor couldn't just say "Dick didn't study well because the parents didn't pay attention to him."

Bruce actually doesn't have that high emotional intelligence. To understand the counselor's euphemistic words, he can only forcefully use his superb IQ to decipher the secrets behind these social cues, but this is actually very tiring.

"What do you think I should do? I mean, let his grades improve without putting too much pressure on him." Bruce said after a moment of deliberation, but then he added:
"I'm not asking him to enter a prestigious university, but I think such a result is a waste of his talent. If it's because I didn't ask him and made him slack, I think something should be changed."

The female counselor brought a few notebooks from the bag next to her, put them on the table and pushed them to Bruce, and then said: "This is an exercise from the math teacher yesterday. It's normal where we meet."

Listening to her, Bruce opened his notebook, and the counselor added: "We also allow children to write their own calculation process next to the problem, so that the teacher can better understand their problem-solving ideas and help them Correct the mistake."

"But what worries me is that Dick's calculation process seems a little sloppy. He wrote the first half well, but the second half is always entangled in a number for some reason. After repeated calculations many times, even A little irritable, I crossed out all the previous processes."

The counselor shook his head slightly and said: "We will always emphasize to the child that if there is a problem that cannot be solved, then let it go first, and he can even hand it in blank, and then come to us to ask the question in the end. What to do, every teacher will answer for him.”

"But he didn't have a single answer in the homework he handed in today. The calculation process was scribbled and he scribbled on his notebook, and he didn't find a teacher during the day to ask about the real problem-solving process."

"Mr. Wayne, if you hope that he can achieve a better result, I think, you can start with study habits and patience. Dick does not only have this phenomenon in mathematics. If you accompany him, he can Let him reduce the number of impetuosity, I think, it should greatly improve his performance."

Bruce looked down at Dick's notes in the notebook, his brows were deeply frowned, he could feel that he was angry, because Dick's exercises were really scribbled, it didn't look like they were written on the table properly Yes, there are thin ink traces at the end of some gestures, like many small bugs crawling on the paper.

Obviously, this is not a problem of ability, but a problem of attitude. Last night, Dick didn't do his homework at all. He made a fool of himself. After he found that he couldn't figure it out, he even painted over the previous calculation process, as if he was afraid of others It was found that he had counted a lot, but he had made a mistake.

That's sending a bad signal, Bruce thought, Dick's teacher was being a little too soft-spoken, an impatience, an attempt to cover up a mistake, that would send the blood pressure of any teacher seeing this assignment soaring.

So, when he picked Dick up from school at night, Bruce seemed a little silent.

(End of this chapter)