Schizophrenia

'My young fox, only with me can you not be harmed, because I will shelter you and raise you.I'll use you, take advantage of you, until you're worthless. The voice was hoarse and deep, and he made the promise that touched his heart the most, "I will always watch you, I will always watch you. '

'Your worth should not be defined by a man who knows nothing,' said the man, 'come back to me, my child, you are lost.Your value should not be in such a small mansion, but should act in a greater place and achieve greater things. '

Just cross this ravine and move forward another 14 meters...

'I made a promise on my parents' tombstone that I would spend all of my life fighting criminals until they died.I will fight in their spirit, and you, my brother, are not Wayne after all. Hearing the firm voice of the young man, he put the lily in his hand in front of the tombstone, turned and left.

Pain, sadness, joy, satisfaction, like quicksand slipping through the fingers.What fills in is the construction of the essence of the world.He could hear the wind telling him what happened in the distance, and the air telling him what the people upstairs did today.He could hear the ants talking about the dam's failure, he could hear someone whispering in his ear.

'Come into my arms, child. '

'At least he still has me, and dreams. 'Afu said,'I will stay with Master Bruce until the day he doesn't need me.And you, Mr. Magician, what do you have?No one knows where you come from. You may be smart, you may have a super IQ, and you may have all kinds of weird abilities, but what else do you have? '

"...An..." Someone called this name over and over again in his ear, over and over again, tirelessly.

The magician suddenly came back to his senses, looking at the detonator in his hand and the embarrassed Bruce Wayne opposite him, at a loss.

"Ann," someone held his hand, which was cold and without warmth, and even through that hand he could hear the truth told by the nano-robot, talking about his softness, "If you are not happy, I will accompany you." The dark-haired woman held his hand and smiled softly with her eyes bent.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself!" Bruce stood far away and raised his voice too loudly, "She's not alive!"

'No, liar, sister is alive! The magician raised his hand and subconsciously hit Bruce, and saw that the flames seemed to be alive, roaring and rushing towards Bruce following his movements.Just because of his slow movement, Bruce dodged it by rolling over.

"This is..." The magician turned his head and looked at the woman beside him as if asking for help. He didn't know what happened in the middle, but someone would help him, right? Someone would not dislike him as a monster and accompany him, right...

"Shh, shhh!" The black-haired woman knew what the magician was thinking, and raised her hand to hold the magician in her arms, "Of course there is nothing wrong with my sister's Ann, it's their fault, it's all because they hate my sister's Ann." .Ann did nothing wrong, Ann has done a very good job, so..."

"Jack!" Bruce roared, "She's not alive!" The second time, the magician was about to get angry.Who this man is, who he thinks he is, they don't even know.Why should he curse his sister for not being alive, he is clearly such a vivid person standing in front of her!

"Don't lie to yourself, come home with me." Bruce reached out to him, with the bright flames behind him.Probably because the flames were too bright, the magician saw a straight little boy in a suit standing.He raised his hand and smiled at him, then asked him if he wanted to go home together.

Liars...all liars!

"Jack, I'm watching you." In the scorching flames, the woman had a virtuous smile on her face, "No matter what decision you make, I will always watch you." The air interfered, and the woman's cold hand pressed the magician's eyes, "I will always, always, be with you."

"Even if there is only one person," he heard a childish voice, "whether it's hatred or hatred, as long as you can look at me. '

"You will always look at me, right?" Feeling the cold temperature, reason suddenly came back, "No matter what I do, you will always love me, right? You exist for me, so You will always love me, and I ask you to always love me."

"I will." The woman's voice is very gentle, "Of course I will, this is the meaning of my existence."

"Then, let's die together." The magician curled his lips, "How about we die together?"

"Jack!" The call in the ear was no longer so important, the magician closed his eyes, and followed the pair of cold hands to move forward.He didn't care what was ahead, even if it was an abyss, it didn't matter anymore.As long as he can stay with her forever, he will accept even hell.

No, just leave me alone.

A muffled groan came from his ear, and someone grabbed his left hand abruptly. The huge pulling force made his shoulder flash, and the pain invaded his nerves.The magician knew it was a sign of a dislocation, and the cells told him there was some pull, but it didn't matter.

Looking up, what I saw was the same painful expression of the young man.

The black-haired young man clasped the edge of the broken wall with his right hand, and grabbed his left hand with his left hand.The magician could see the bulging veins on the opponent's arm burned by the flames: "Let go," he heard his own voice, "It's good for you and me, isn't it?"

"No," Bruce gritted his teeth, "not this time."

"You hate me, so let me face death, isn't it good?" The magician looked up at the young man, "In this way, the world will be much more peaceful, right? You must not know how unforgivable things I have done You must not know who I am." Sparks fell above his head.

"I don't care," the young man's hand tightened, and the magician felt that his wrist might be crushed, "You are my younger brother."

Bruce saw the man caught by him widen his eyes suddenly, and the blue eyes were filled with real emotion for the first time: "No matter who you think you are, you are my brother. I have been looking for you for so long , I have been entertaining you for so long, now you are in front of me, I can't let you go."

"If you don't let go, your arm will be useless." The magician heard the voice of the wind telling him, "Besides, we will all die." There is a sea of ​​​​fire under your feet, and a sea of ​​​​fire above your head, and the only way out has disappeared. "As long as you Let go, and you can live on, how nice it is."

"I won't let go." Bruce clenched his teeth, his arm couldn't last much longer, and sometimes he thought it was his fate.Batman suffered an old injury to his arm a long time ago because of pulling the magician.Now for La Jacob, Bruce's old arm injury has returned.

"Jack, I'm not letting go." He repeated a second time. "You're my brother."

'You're not even a Wayne. '

Bruce looked at Jacob's wide-eyed eyes, and suddenly remembered the empty house he had been to.In the drawer was a mess of building blocks and a piece of yellowed paper.There is a photo frame upside down on the table, and in the photo frame is the tombstone that he hasn't been to for a long time, built for himself in the past.

But it has a name that shouldn't be there.

"I love you." He remembered the writing on the paper crane, "Jack, I love you."

Don't look back, don't doubt.Don't let go, don't be timid.Don't hesitate, don't deny.

I love you

"Liar," the magician looked at Bruce like this, "you are a liar." The realization gradually blurred, "You don't love me because I'm not your brother. I'm a monster, I'm taking this body monster. I am a monster of chaos, I am..."

"You are my younger brother." Bruce looked down at the young man. He had imagined what Jack would look like when he grew up. I will never abandon you! No matter what happens, I will be with you!"

"You are my younger brother, my kin! No matter who you become, you are just the one who will accompany me in my nightmares!"

"I just wanted to tell you myself, Jack! Whoever you are, I love you!"