Schizophrenia

Before the hour, the magician felt that the Batman who watched him act as a demon was the scariest thing, but after the hour, the magician found that the Batman who allowed him to act as a demon was the scariest.That kind of attitude of 'you just have fun', 'as long as you don't kill anyone', 'it's all up to me'...

Takes the fun out of everything.

"I'm not happy," the magician squatted on the chimney on the roof, "I'm not happy." He repeated twice, all complaining to Sis, "Say something to make me happy."

Sis did not give an answer, and of course the magician knew that Sis, who was angry, could not give him an answer.On the contrary, Batman, who stood behind him and followed him all the way, seemed to casually propose to go back early: "At this point, Dick hasn't slept yet." Without betraying the self-consciousness of his adopted son at all, "You can play with him." game."

"Dick?" The magician tilted his head and seemed to be confused about who Batman was talking about, "No." Such a Batman made him feel so boring, he didn't refute his words, his actions, or his words fallacy.Such a Batman is so boring, like a tired toy.

Tired of toys, I really want to throw them away.

"It's okay for us to rob!" The magician's eyes lit up instantly, and he thought of a very interesting place, "It is said that a new safe has entered, let's go and have a look!" He ignored the bat Man, in fact he didn't intend to bother with Batman either.

Because such a Batman is really too boring.

Batman didn't seem to understand the magician's indifference, so he controlled the mechanical claw to follow behind the magician, shuttling between the tall buildings in Gotham.Hearing the words of the bank and seeing Wayne's sign hanging high on the bank, Batman's heart, which had been struggling all the way, relaxed a lot.

The magician walked through the door without talking for a few minutes, and Batman was so fast that he only had time to get through the phone with Ah Fu before he disappeared behind the door.Batman had to hastily cut off his entrustment to Ah Fu, and then followed in.It's not the fear that the magician will fail, it's the fear that someone will suffer an unwarranted disaster.

Fortunately, the magician seems to be in a bad mood today, and has no interest in torturing those innocent bank employees.

"I don't get it," the Magician was talking to himself as Batman caught up with him, "I still don't get it."

Batman, who already knew the existence of Sis despite the incoherent preamble, easily figured out that the magician was asking Sis behind the incoherent preamble.

"That's so boring," the magician dragged his voice, his light-colored eyes glanced at Batman who was following him intentionally or unintentionally, "it's really boring." The first sentence is an exclamation, and the second sentence is a statement." It's so boring."

Bruce thought he heard the magician's chuckle, but when he turned his head, the magician still had that expressionless face, staring intently at the heavy vault door in front of him, studying the turntable in his hand intently, as if the sound Sigh is just his illusion.

But it wasn't his illusion, how could it be his illusion.

"I thought of it!" Just when there was only the last program left in the entire anti-theft system, the magician suddenly stopped.The eyes under the ceramic mask were wide open, with a surprised tone: "I'm a genius, right? I'm a genius!" He said this like a child who has been praised.

Batman just stood at the door, watching the magician squatting on the ground and laughing happily, like a lunatic in a lunatic asylum, hugging his knees and cheering loudly.He didn't know what exactly Sis communicated with the magician, but such a smile would only appear on the magician's face, not Jacob.

Magician and Jacob are like Batman and Bruce.

So what about Sis, is it an indispensable existence like Ah Fu?

Batman was in a daze, unable to notice the fleeting haze and calculation in the magician's eyes when he was staring at him, nor did he see the disappointment and loneliness that followed.

'Throw it away,' the magician opened his mouth, but couldn't say it, 'throw it away. '

"Do you want to come together?" What he blurted out did not match the content, the magician put the button in his palm, spread it out and handed it to Batman, "Do you want to come together?" He squatted on the ground and looked up at Batman, light-colored There are sparkles in the eyes, and a faint smile hangs on the corner of the mouth, like a spoiled child, "Let's play together."

Batman stood there without moving. He knew that the magician had mental problems, but when he knew that the magician was the brother he had been thinking about for so long, he couldn't do many things.Maybe it's because the figure of Jack when he was a child gradually overlapped with the magician and became less strange.

Batman didn't move, and neither did the magician.One maintained the posture of standing at the door, and the other maintained the posture of squatting on the ground and handing things, motionless.

"That's it." After a long time, the magician withdrew his hand, "Is the difference that big?" He looked at the button in his hand, but a kind of mania rose in his heart.A voice shouted from the bottom of my heart, so annoying, so annoying, why didn't you play with me, why did you pamper me so much.

Why don't you correct me, why don't you stop me, why don't you criticize me, why don't you protect me, why don't you just stand there and watch, why don't you doubt me anymore, why don't you judge me anymore Full of vigilance, why why why why.

"Magician and Jacob," the magician looked at the button in his hand, "is that the difference to you?" At this point, all the lies and deceptions are meaningless after indulgence.

"You are one person," Batman said in a low voice, but it was Bruce's magnetic voice, "you are my brother."

"I'm not your brother!" As if stimulated by something, the magician stood up suddenly, "I don't want to be your brother!" He stared, as if he heard something ridiculous, "I'm not your brother!" brother!" the third time.

Only then did Batman notice that the magician repeated many words three times tonight, over and over again, which was completely out of his usual style.

"I don't want to be your younger brother," the magician squatted down again, this time slowly, "I don't want to be your younger brother." It was as if someone had taken away the ability to stand, changing from squatting to sitting, "I don't want to be Your brother." Three more times, the deep blue eyes were full of longing.

"But, you only think of me as a younger brother." Spreading out his palms, the small button stayed quietly in his palms, and Bruce suddenly realized that something was wrong.Although this safe belongs to the Wayne Group, but the safe is the result of the ST Group, and the magician inside may be better known than him.

So the magician who spent so long on the safe was definitely not trying to open it...

"I just want to tell you..." The mask on the magician's face fell to the ground, and at the same time, the button on the palm made a sharp sound.There was no movement of the magician. When he looked up at Batman, when Batman saw that face, the metal iron door fell down instantly, blocking his sight.

"No!" Batman roared angrily, but was drowned by the heavy muffled voice behind the metal wall.

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