The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1205 The Cry of the Lamb (24)
The night wind in Gotham is so cold that tears are almost frozen. When people shed tears, all the light they see becomes hazy and dreamy, like a sad romantic poem.

Dick, who was sitting on the edge of the building, felt the cold wind blowing the tears on his face, and his skin was about to freeze. Suddenly, he heard abnormal footsteps behind him, calm but heavy.

When Dick turned his head, he instinctively trembled when he saw the dark and slender figure, but in the next second, he realized that it was not the Batman he knew.

Originally, facing a strong stranger, he should feel nervous, but when he realized this fact, Dick felt relieved. He would rather face the enemy than face Bruce now.

"You shouldn't be here." The voice, much deeper than Bruce's, sounded again.

Dick turned and sat on the edge of the roof again. He sniffled and said, "I don't know you. You don't know where I should appear."

"He didn't teach you, don't leave your backs to strangers." Although the strange figure said this, he didn't have any intention of attacking. He just walked over slowly and stood beside Dick.

"He didn't teach me a lot, and I don't need him to teach me." Dick said with his hands on the eaves.

"He's not a good father." The strange Batman said, "Batman will disappoint everyone."

"I let him down." Dick quietly looked at the lights of thousands of houses under the roof, he took a deep breath and said, "I know I made him angry, I made him feel very disappointed, and also very disappointed." sad."

"I don't know what is driving me to do this." Dick shook his head and said, "I don't know why, when I was face to face with him, I had so many negative emotions in my heart, like a sea."

"I'm worried that he thinks I'm stupid, but I also feel that he should realize that I'm stupid earlier. I'm afraid that he will find out that I'm inferior to others, but I also feel that he must have thought that I am inferior to others."

"I'm afraid that he will lose patience, but I also want to know how he will treat me when he loses patience. I know that it will make him sad to anger him, but I can't help but see him lose control, and I can't keep the look of winning. It looked very embarrassing."

Dick stretched out his hands to cover his face, and his voice seemed to be covered with a layer of fog: "I want to make him happy, but I also secretly laugh when he is unhappy. I am simply the worst bad boy in the world."

"It's not your fault." The unfamiliar Batman said: "He made a wrong choice between career and family, and he never thought of correcting it. He deserves the consequences."

The unfamiliar Batman turned his head to look at Dick. The little boy's red eye sockets were like fragile and brittle ice after being blown by the cold wind.

"I can't find an answer." Dick shook his head lightly again and said, "It's because of my inexplicable bad thoughts, because of my unbearable behavior of annoying him, and because of my unreasonable and rude behavior."

After speaking, he turned his head, looked up at the strange Batman standing beside him, and asked, "Who are you?"

This time, the unfamiliar Batman didn't answer with "I'm Batman". He looked back at Dick, reached out and touched the edge of his mask, and then took it off.

As Dick expected, it wasn't Bruce, but what shocked him was that the man in front of him was [-]% similar to Bruce.

It's just that he's older and more tired.

"Are you free to listen to a story?" The strange man said another question in an affirmative tone. He squatted down, stepped on the edge of the house, and said while looking at the city.

"My world also has Gotham, but after the gunshots on the crime, Bruce Wayne died, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne lived."

"But maybe, at that time, we were also dead, but we hadn't been buried yet, leaving a little room for imagination in this sad world."

"Martha couldn't accept the death of her son, she went crazy, cut the corner of her mouth, and became a lunatic who was always smiling, and I, for revenge, to destroy criminals, became the dark knight of Gotham, became Batman."

"In the past few years, I have been running in every corner of Gotham, fighting crimes that can never be finished, eradicating darkness that can never be eliminated, without stopping for a moment, without a moment of idleness."

"Days like this take away all the joy and blur the good memories, and I'm the unhappiest person in town, and Martha wants me to be happy, she wants me to smile , and by cutting the corners of my mouth."

"I can't let her do this, I'm fighting her hard, against the wife I once loved the most."

"I used to think that such days would last forever, until one day I learned that Barry the Flash could reverse time and change the past by running extremely fast, so I found him, and I wanted Bruce to live."

"Barry is a kind man. He agreed to my proposal. I was ecstatic to find Martha and said that our son will be back soon and that everything will be back on track."

"But then, Martha and I knew that if we were the ones who died that day, then Bruce would become Batman and repeat this dark and tragic fate. Martha became even more crazy, and she couldn't laugh anymore, so she died."

Dick listened quietly, as if he was really listening to a story. When he turned his head to look at the man next to him, he didn't see any sad expression on his face, only the usual numbness and exhaustion.

"Barry has an enemy. He calls him Professor Speed. He also runs very fast and can travel through the universe. Barry and I want to stop him from doing evil, but at the last moment, he took me out of my universe."

"He said that he would send me to a new universe to see for himself how his son was tortured by the darkness."

"He succeeded, and here I am, in a world where Bruce Wayne is Batman."

"And in this world, I have already died, and died together with Martha under the gunfire of the suspect... Yes, I am Bruce's father, Thomas Wayne."

"He shouldn't be Batman." Thomas' tone finally fluctuated and became deeper.

"The world doesn't need Batman. Gotham's dark knight can't change anything. He should go back to Bruce's life, end those tragedies that may happen, and be an ordinary person, or a good father."

When Thomas finished speaking, his eyes fell on Dick's face. Dick pursed his lips, showing a hesitant expression. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Sometimes, I feel very wronged. Bruce doesn't seem to understand me at all. Maybe my talent is really not enough for him to value."

"In the past, he may have had no choice. He needed an assistant and successor. He met me, so he took me back. But now, he has met better ones. He should really value them and train them. That way he can have a better heir."

"As for me..." Dick tilted his head slightly and said, "I shouldn't stay here anymore, I should go back to Bludhaven and be a small town boy."

"But the reason why I didn't do it was because I was unwilling. My parents were not capable of investigating the case of my grandfather's death. They were just ordinary acrobats. If someone pointed a gun at them, they couldn't escape."

"I want to learn from Batman. After learning the skills, I want to avenge my grandfather and protect my parents."

"If you say that, why should I care if Bruce values ​​me? I just treat him as a teacher who taught me my skills."

"So, I will also think about whether I want too much. He is not my biological father and has no obligation to raise me. I shouldn't provoke him, I shouldn't make trouble with him, and I shouldn't blame him for my own mistakes. Then ran out like a crying baby."

"Why would I do this?" Dick asked himself softly.

"Because you love him." Thomas said, "You love him, so you wonder if he loves you too...but he let you down."

Thomas looked down at Dick and said, "Batman wants to pick a good sidekick, but he doesn't understand that he's going to miss out on more when he's trying to raise an heir."

"It would be utterly tragic to miss out on the most precious things in the world, to miss out on someone else's love for him, and his love for someone else that was once fleeting in his mind."

"The evils in this world will not disappear completely because of one person. If someone takes this as a goal and even gives up all love, then he is the most stupid fool in the world."

Dick's hands clenched suddenly, his Adam's apple moved, and he took a deep breath and said, "I hope he's not so lonely."

"But Batman is doomed to be lonely." Thomas's sigh floated into the distance.

"Are you here to convince me?" Dick turned his head and stared at his side face and asked, "You want me to convince him not to be Batman anymore?"

"You are very smart."

Dick felt a rage of being used, but then it occurred to him that this man in front of him was Bruce's father, who knew Bruce better than him, and was closer to Bruce than he was.

Dick stood up, turned around and walked back, saying as he walked, "I won't be used by you to say something to Bruce, and the quarrel between the two of us is only our business, and has nothing to do with you."

Thomas stood up and looked at his back, and said in a low voice: "Even if I don't use you, one day, you will understand these truths."

In the next second, he fell towards the tall building, followed by a bat dart that shone coldly, only a few centimeters away from scratching his skin.

Thomas jumped down from the tall building, sank into the shadow of the side of the stairs, then swung back up on the hook and began jumping from roof to roof.

Another figure almost identical to him was chasing after him, except that Thomas was running in the shadows, while another Batman leaped between the neon lights.

Two black shadows jumped onto the roof of Wayne Building one after another. Thomas had already put on his mask, so Batman felt a trance when he saw this identical self.

"who are you?"

"I am Batman."

After saying this sentence, Thomas jumped off the building again, but Batman didn't chase after him, because he was shocked by the answer in his mind to distinguish true from false, and couldn't act for a while.

With a "click", the door lock was unlocked, and a figure wrapped in a cloak appeared in the dim interrogation room. Thomas took off his mask, walked to the table and sat down. Opposite him was a pair of gray eyes.

"Did you see the result?" Gray eyes blinked.

"You're right, I'm not a good father...and neither is he."

"Do you want to stop him?"

"I have to stop him, and if you help me, you're helping yourself. That's why I came to you, Professor Schiller, or rather... the clown."

　Bad luck for the little bat

　
(End of this chapter)