Schizophrenia

Bruce's vigilance, almost the first time the door was pushed open, he was already fully awake.The electronic watch on the bedside was shining with dark light, and the black numbers were shaking in front of his eyes. Bruce's ears caught the inaudible footsteps and the faint rhythm of breathing.

The bed behind him sank slightly, and just when Bruce was about to fight back angrily, a small hand wrapped around his waist.A small body was attached to his back, and it was attached to his spine through the quilt.As if there was an inexplicable magic power, Bruce only felt that his limbs were stiff and unable to move.

"Having a nightmare?" Bruce asked in a low voice, adjusting his breathing.

There was no answer, his low voice was the only one in the room.

Sighing, Bruce knew Jacob had come to him only because Dick wasn't there.Dick called him back during the day and told him to pay more attention to Jacob's behavior.Recently, he received calls from Jacob every day. He didn't say anything, just kept connected, all night.

"It's going to be cold," Bruce turned around and lifted the quilt on himself, exposing himself to cover Jacob, "Did you have a nightmare?" He softened his voice and held Jacob in his arms "It's okay, brother is here, close your eyes and go to sleep." He patted Jacob's back gently and at a constant speed.

There was still no reply, but Bruce didn't think it was the little guy sleepwalking.

"Iremember, Iremember. The house where I was born, the little window where the suncampeeping in at morn." An ancient poem flashed through his mind. A long time ago, his father also read this "Iremember, Iremember" at his bedside.

"Henevercameawinktoosoon,Norbroughttoolongaday." The low voice drove away the loneliness of the night, and the voice in the dark room revived, no longer lonely, "Butnow, Ioftenwishthenighthadbornemybreathaway."

"Iremember, Iremember.Theroses, redandwhite.Thevi'lets, andthelily-cups.Thoseflowersmadeoflight,thelilacswheretherobinbuilt." Bruce closed his eyes, keenly feeling a pair of eyes looking at him.

Bruce knows how to play to his best advantage, he knows how to please people.Although he didn't know how to make up for his brother who owed him, it was as simple as trying to please his girlfriends who he used as a cover to please someone.

"And where my brothers set the lab burnum on his birthday, the tree is living yet." Bruce knew that if he opened his eyes, he would be able to see a pair of blue and flawless eyes, but he didn't dare to look down. It was the brother he owed, that was the past he didn't know how to face.

"Iremember, Iremember. Where Iwasusedtoswingandthoughttheairmustrushasfreshtoswallowsonthewing. Myspiritflewinfeathersthen, thatissoheavynow. Andsummerpoolcouldhardlycoolthefeveronmybrow."

"I dreamed that I was lying in a dark coffin." Jacob's childish voice sounded, "The coffin is small and airtight. I struggled, beat and called for help, but no one answered me. The whole world was dark , the whole world is only my voice, ringing everywhere."

Bruce choked suddenly, and the gesture of patting Jacob's back subconsciously slowed down.

"I know, it's not a nightmare." Jacob lowered his head and stopped looking at Bruce, "It felt so real, as if I was locked in a closed container, unable to see light or shadow. It was like soaking in In the water, surrounded by endless loneliness, I can't do anything, can't do anything."

"It's just a nightmare." For the first time, Bruce realized how weak his words were.

"That's not a dream," Jacob's voice was a little unhappy, "Those feelings are so real, as if... that's what I've experienced in the past, as if that's what I've forgotten..."

"Jack," Bruce interrupted Jacob's memory, "close your eyes and go to sleep, this dream will soon pass." Unconsciously, Bruce used the hypnosis he had learned, "Follow Let go of my voice, close your eyes, I will take you to see a calm sea, okay?"

He patted Jacob's back slowly, continuing the poem he hadn't finished reading: "Iremember, Iremember. Thefirtreesdarkandhigh.Iusedtothinktheirslendertopswerecloseagainstthesky,itwasachildishignorance."

He quietly listened to Jacob's weak breathing, and patted Jacob's back with his breathing, slowly reciting the extremely familiar poems in a hoarse voice.Ever since he knew that magicians like these things, he once specialized in those ancient poems.

But I don't want to, it played a role at this time: "Butnowit'slittlejoytoknowI'mfartherofffromheaventhanwhenIwasaboy." If time can stay in the past, he is still the young master of the Wayne family who doesn't understand anything, and Jacob is very annoying to him, But the younger brother I like very much, how wonderful that would be.

Of course he knew exactly where Jacob's nightmares came from, and he also knew it was because these days in the hospital had brought back his deepest memories.It's just that there's nothing he can do about the situation, and there's nothing he can do about Jacob's deteriorating body.For the first time, Batman was a liability to him.

In the days when the magician was lost, no one would sneak up and squat in all kinds of weird places when he was arresting criminals, laughing at his achievements.No one magically appeared while he was crouching, and then wiped out his plan.No one laughed at him when he made a mistake.

When he got back to the days of Jacob, he knew that children are afraid of the dark after all. He knew that Jacob had an inexplicable fear of confined spaces. He knew that what Jacob hates most is being alone in the dark. Alone, he learned that Jacob preferred Dick, who he could play with, to Jason, the grown-up.

"If you don't want to sleep alone," Bruce was silent for a moment, long enough for him to think Jacob had fallen asleep, "sleep with me from now on." Ever, had his brother been so helpless?Thinking about it now, until his parents had an accident, Jacob had been sleeping alone in a big room.

And he didn't move out of his parents' room until he was five years old.

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