Schizophrenia

Bruce has a headache recently, because of his headache, the ghosts and ghosts in Gotham City have calmed down a lot, and even the head of the fan club, the clown, has calmed down.Of course, this doesn't rule out the reason that Mr. Clown's ribs were unceremoniously beaten to the point that his lungs were blown out, so he couldn't do activities in the short term.

"Jack," Bruce frowned and looked at the picky little guy who tore off the outer edge of the bread and supported the middle core, "you can't be picky eaters, drink the milk." He only ate this little thing in the morning, and he was hungry after a while. It's not healthy to look for snacks everywhere.

In reply, Jacob raised his blue eyes and stared at Bruce for three seconds, crumpling the half-torn bread in his hand and stuffing it into a milk glass.Jacob's actions were so rude that part of the milk in the glass spilled out and spilled on the tablecloth.

Just when Bruce was about to get angry, he saw the little guy kick off the table, the chair made a sharp sound on the ground due to the thrust, and fell backwards due to the instability of gravity.Bruce only had time to stabilize the swaying table when he saw Jacob do a nimble somersault when the chair was about to fall to the ground, landing lightly.

"Full marks." Dick, who had been watching the whole show, sarcastically said, "It's amazing, you are so angry that you can't eat breakfast." After saying this, he ignored Bruce's reaction, Grab the bread and run away.

Only Bruce was left facing the clean plate on the left, and the right side that hadn't touched a few bites from beginning to end, and the only bread he took a bite of was brutally stuffed between the mess of milk.No matter what time, the breakfast in front of him lost his appetite, and Bruce only felt irritated for a while.

My younger brother is very repulsive to me, and my adopted son is no longer close...

What are these days!

Of course, this can't defeat Bruce's enthusiasm for getting closer to his brother.After processing the documents, seeing that it was almost noon, and thinking that Jack might be hungry all morning, Bruce asked Ah Fu for a sandwich and went upstairs with him.

Jacob lived in his own house, the room that had been vacant for a long time welcomed his own little master again, and the small villa that was only one-third spliced ​​together.When Bruce knocked on the door and went in, all he saw was sitting on the ground facing the toy house with its foundation.

"Do you need help?" Bruce put the dinner plate between the two of them, and sat down cross-legged together, "Do you want to spell Wayne's old house? What does it look like to forget? Let me help you?" Bruce turned his head Looking at Jacob, he tentatively said cautiously.

Jacob didn't answer, he didn't even give Bruce a look, he just stared blankly at the cottage.

Bruce was not discouraged either. He knew that Jacob had a slight autistic tendency. In fact, if he answered himself now, he would have a headache instead: "I bought you new building blocks, do you want to continue to fight?" said Then, Bruce carefully pushed the building block to Jacob's side.

It was still quiet.

Bruce only felt that after living for so many years, all the micro-expression analysis he learned was fed to the dog.He couldn't see what Jacob was thinking on his face, and he couldn't even tell what Jacob wanted from what he said or did.The temptations made are like stones thrown into the sea, and there is no news.

He suddenly wanted to ask Dick how he communicated with this child.It's just that the adopted son has been having trouble with him recently, and the lack of an active chatterbox around the recent night activities makes him quite uncomfortable.

What are these days!

Jacob just sat on the ground, staring straight at the incomplete little house, motionless.Just when Bruce thought that Jacob was going to sit like this for a day, Jacob moved. He stood up and walked slowly to his bed, then bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed.

Then he took out a pack of snacks from the box and started eating.

Bruce frowned and watched Jacob open the potato chips. His index and middle fingers slowly took a piece of potato chips out of the bag and put it into his mouth. Then he stuck out his pink tongue and licked off the powder standing on his fingers. Dig your fingers into the bag again.Jacob's movements were slow but graceful.

It's just Bruce's focus, but it's all about Jacob eating junk food.He frowned and just wanted to persuade him, but suddenly thought that he would not be able to stimulate the autistic child, so he carefully pushed the plate over in a discussing tone: "Jack, can you stop eating these junk foods?"

Jacob ignored the meaning and just continued to eat the potato chips in the bag.Bruce endured and endured, secretly determined to wait for Jack to go out of this room, he must get rid of all these messy snacks.Jack's health was not good, and Dick bought him so much junk food.

When Ah Fu entered the door, he saw Bruce sitting on the ground staring at the bag of potato chips with bitter hatred, and Jacob licking his fingers slowly: "Excuse me," Ah Fu coughed lightly, "Jacob It's time for the young master to get an injection."

After the showdown with Bruce, Alfred told everything else he knew, including why he thought that Master Jacob was not alive.As a biological person, apart from his overdeveloped brain and mind that could not keep up with the development of the brain, after Thomas and his wife brought him back, they found that the child's intellectual development was too fast.

Rapid brain development is not conducive to the child's physical and mental health, so Afu will inject him or take inhibitors every day.On the one hand, it is to alleviate the child's rapid brain development, and on the other hand, it is to suppress the other half of the non-human genes in the biological body.

The other half of Jacob's body does not belong to human genes.Bruce was shocked when he found out about this.He investigated all the documents that could be investigated, and only guessed that the other half of Jacob's genes were probably taken from the white whale, the singer of the sea.

Just looking at the appearance of the future magician, one can tell that this gene has no effect on him.Bruce speculates that it is likely that the laboratory selected this part of the gene because the beluga whale has a higher IQ than other marine creatures and is known as the most likely to evolve into the second human being.

Jacob looked at Ah Fu, as if judging whether this person was harmful to him.Ah Fu seems to be familiar with such things, but just maintains the posture of handing out the needle and remains motionless.It was the first time Bruce met Jacob who needed an injection, and just as he was about to speak, Jacob jumped off the bed.

He hung the snack bag in his mouth, took the needle with his left hand, and quickly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.Without seeing him aiming, he suddenly plunged into the inside of his elbow.The light-colored liquid was quickly injected into Jacob's body. Jacob handed the needle to Ah Fu with a calm face, and then ran out of the room barefoot.

"Why did he go?" Bruce looked at Ah Fu's expression like this, and looked at the milk glass that was kicked down because Jacob went downstairs just now, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Master Dick is back." Ah Fu bent down to clean up the room where the milk was spilled.

"How does he know?" Bruce stood up, stood by the window and watched as he ran out the door barefoot, and then swooped into the arms of the young man who opened his arms and was prepared, "You said he really has autism Is it? Or do you just not accept me?"

"I think you're overthinking," Afu tidied up the room. "If you want him to accept you, at least you have to notice that Master Jacob doesn't like milk. I don't think he likes you either. Guilt and The feeling of wanting to make up for it.”

"Want to make up for it?" Bruce watched as Dick downstairs played with Little Jack in his arms. Although he was separated by three floors, he could already see Little Jack's happy smile.Different from the indifferent one who was with him, it was the kind of happy smile that belonged to a child of this age.

Bruce suddenly felt very tired, his heart was tired, and his body was even more tired.

The author has something to say:

233, Bruce has a long way to pursue his younger brother.

As brothers, look at how warm we are~