Schizophrenia

Dick heard the slight sound of the door being pushed behind him, and pretended that he didn't hear it at all, focusing on the game in front of him.Who will enter the door quietly is an answer he can get without thinking, especially when Bruce recently regarded the Wayne mansion as a dragon's den and a tiger's den.

"Ah!" The brat's roar came from next to his ear, Dick rolled his eyes but tried his best to pretend to be frightened.Turning around, I dared to look at the brat lying on the floor covering his stomach and laughing: "I said Jack, is it interesting for you to scare me like this." It's an autistic and introverted little genius.

I heard from A Fu that Dick, who used to be the second young master of the Wayne family, felt that the character was OOC.

"But, no one plays with Jack..." The bear boy burst into tears as soon as he said that, and his blue eyes glistened instantly.The clear eyes stared at Dick pitifully, as if Dick had done something that everyone was angry with: "Little Jack is alone, no one talks with him, my brother only comes back on weekends, and there is no one at home on weekdays... ..."

Dick, who was preparing for the SAT recently, felt an arrow in his heart.

"The whole house is empty, and Ah Fu is always away, I'm afraid..." Tears flowed down my face.

"Okay, my fault." Dick thought of the increasingly violent Batman recently, so he had to admit his mistake.By the way, he hugged the little guy in his arms, and pressed his head into his arms, but missed a sly smile: "It's all brother's fault, so how does Jack want to punish brother?"

"Play with me!" The voice was muffled.

So Dick gave in very spinelessly: "Well, you are my boss."

"Why am I your boss?" Little Jack didn't quite understand the logic.

"Because I will listen to you whatever you say."

"Why do I have to listen to you for everything?" A curious face.

"Because you just said let me play with you."

"Why do you listen to me when you play for me?" With a tangled face.

"Because I don't know what you want to play."

"Why don't you know what I want to play and you have to listen to me?" Still don't understand.

"Because if I make a decision, you won't be happy."

"Why am I unhappy?" Still confused.

"Because if I make a decision, maybe you won't like the game, and you won't be happy if you don't like it."

"Why can't you be happy if you don't like it?" One hundred thousand why faces.

When Dick talked about it, he really didn’t want to play this, you asked me and answered: “If you come into contact with something very annoying, won’t you be in a bad mood?” So he hates Little Jack very much, this kind of a hundred thousand whys, Where did so many come from?Dick, who had been entangled in these whys many times, decided to open up a new path.

"Well, I'll be in a bad mood." Little Jack nodded, "Very bad."

"Then what do you do when you're in a bad mood?" Sitting cross-legged, Dick put the man between his legs.

"Maybe it makes others unhappy?" He looked up at Dick, "Then my unhappiness will decrease."

"If others are unhappy with you, you will be happy?" What kind of logic is this?

"That's right, brother said." Little Jack nodded, "When you are sad, tell your sadness, and your sadness will only be in half. If you are unhappy, it is also a negative emotion like sadness. If I make others unhappy, my unhappiness will be reduced by half."

There seems to be no problem with this logic?

No, there is a problem with this logic everywhere...

Dick, who was entangled again, grabbed the gamepad with one hand and covered his face with the other.He knew that even if time goes back, a magician will always be a magician, and his fallacies cannot be more: "But if this is the case, others will be unhappy, and one piece of unhappiness becomes two pieces."

"That's not the case." Jack shook his head earnestly, his fleshy face was serious, "If I give him half of my share, then the two of us will still be unhappy if we add up. Then I will give the second share to him." Personally, my unhappiness becomes a quarter unhappiness."

This logic seems to be fine?

No, this logic is really flawed everywhere...

But it's true...

"Baby, this thing can't be divided in half." Dick made a last ditch.

"Why?" Little Jack was about to break the casserole and ask the end.

"Because everyone is independent," Dick thought for a while and decided to explain this way, "everyone is unique, and their feelings are also complete. There is no such thing as equal sharing of feelings. When you like someone, you Give him all the love, others cannot share it.”

"Does that brother like me?" Pure face.

"Yes, I like it."

"But why did I hear my brother say to Mr. Housekeeper, I love you?" Tears came out again, "So I am really cheap? Brother doesn't really like me, because brother told others that he likes me, brother put himself I gave my feelings to others, so I don’t really like me at all.”

"Eh..." Dick felt himself taking a pill.

"What I said to Ah Fu is love, not liking." Dick held back for a long time and gave an explanation.

"But isn't Like and Love the same? Ah Fu said they are the same." She looked at Dick with teary eyes.

Dick intuitively felt that if he explained to him that Love is more important than Like, he would be finished: "Jack, love will fade, but liking won't." So far, he can only distort the two. What about the meaning of the word, otherwise he will die, "When you like something, you will always like it, but love will not."

"But true love is eternal."

Where did this little guy hear all this nonsense: "If you love something, don't you want to keep him in your hands forever and not let him escape?" Dick knew the magician's desire to control , "But if you like something, he is not that important to you, and you will create distance from him."

"Distance produces beauty, Jack." Dick, who didn't know that he misled the future magician in a certain sense, "this kind of beauty will make you like it forever. But love, when you are completely familiar with that kind of thing, You'll get bored, then alienated, and then completely irrelevant."

Little Jack half understood: "Then, liking is far more important than love?"

Dick frowned, and realized that he seemed to have said something extraordinary: "Probably..."

"Then, I like Dick!" Little Jack, who lowered his head and could vaguely see the shadow of a handsome magician in the future, looked at him like this, his eyes were clean and clear, shining like sapphires, "I will always like Dick. Because Dick likes me too."

"I like you? You are so confident, kid."

"Because only Dick is with me," said Jack, who didn't know what he said, "Only Dick would squat down and talk to me, would accompany me to play games with no meaning, and would patiently listen to me express my thoughts." Ideas." He spoke with confidence, but it made Dick think of the child's future.

"Only Dick, see what I want."

Whether it is a magician or Jacob as a child, what they want most is a company.

The author has something to say:

Ahaha, it's been a long time since everyone added... (guilty face)

Ahaha, I've been in Calvin lately... (guilty face)

Otherwise, let's discuss and discuss, let's write the extra episode after the ending? (embarrassed face)