Schizophrenia

When he woke up, the world was different, which made him wonder if he was in second clothes.

Batman's "I'll raise you" seems to be serious. I don't know what he said to the Justice League. Anyway, Jacob returned to Gotham through the passage the next day.Before he had time to cheer, he was stuffed into the Batmobile and brought back to Wayne Mansion.The first thing I saw after getting out of the car was Alfred waiting to the side.

"Honey, you know how much I miss you~" In a good mood, the magician stopped closing the door.

Afu looked at the young man with pink hair without changing his expression: "Master Jacob." He greeted him like this, "Master Bruce." He greeted Bruce who got off the Batmobile, "You guys are getting back a bit late. "

"Oh, good father, is he starting to worry about his son's daily life? Don't worry, Ah Fu," the magician put his arm on Ah Fu's shoulders, "Grandpa, I won't let my grandson casually talk to women Sleeping indiscriminately. If it is not clean, it will be terrible."

Batman listened to the magician's mouth full of cannonballs, but frowned but didn't say anything: "Speaking of which, why didn't I see my little angel greet... oh so." In the middle of speaking, the magician suddenly changed his mouth.Batman knew that it was the existence called Sis who informed Dick that he was in Havenlock now.

"My little angel is really getting more and more amazing now," he said with a look of honor, "He saved the entire Havenlock from the Green Arrow~ But you superheroes are too irresponsible Well, these dangerous nuclear O weapons can also be easily contacted by criminals!"

"Before you say that," Batman took off his hood and put it aside, "hand over all the weapons in your hands."

"My dear, you really misunderstood me," Xizi held his heart in his arms. "Isn't everything I have done all these years under your nose? As my stalker, Mr. P, don't tell others that I lost it." Those things were all stolen by the elf~"

Twisting, twisting, raising his hands to cover his face, pretending to be shy: "It's so embarrassing, let people say such things."

Bruce has become accustomed to the magician's neurotic state: "Anyway, if there's nothing else, go upstairs to sleep." He focused on his computer, and didn't even give the magician any expression.This recognition made the magician inexplicably irritated, pulled his hair and turned to go upstairs.

Ah Fu watched his master Bruce's typing on the keyboard gradually slow down, and finally his fingertips stayed on the M, and he knew that his master was not as focused on his work as he appeared on the surface: "Have you made up your mind?" Ah Fu Serve on a plate and set sandwiches aside.

"Dick's right," Bruce sighed softly, "Why bother with a kid."

"Mr. Magician is not a child anymore," Ah Fu shook his head, "He gives you a headache, doesn't he?"

"Ah, both he and the clown are very troublesome." Bruce nodded, and Mosuo pressed the M on the keyboard, acknowledging Ah Fu's statement.It's just that he was thinking about other things: "Ah Fu," Bruce paused, as if he was phrasing, "If I hadn't said that sentence back then, what kind of person would he be now?"

"When did you start thinking about such meaningless things?" Alfred was a little surprised, because he knew that in his little master's world, only truth and science were always believed in.It's been like this since childhood, he's never just assumed all future possibilities, not past history.

Bruce responded with silence, as if he realized that he was a little stupid just now, and sighed heavily: "He has no memory." Bruce said, "But he subconsciously knew that these things happened. Just now he watched There is no hatred in my eyes."

However, there was nothing left.

It wasn't until the eyes that had been following him like a shadow left, until the eyes that had been full of persistence and hatred left, that Bruce realized that he had been delighted, the magician looked at him like this, and looked at him with covert concentration.There is only him in the whole world, and it will only change for him.

Magicians and clowns are different after all.

They don't imagine that they are two complete extremes.

These two guys who can also dedicate their lives to the things they love, one wants to achieve the things they love, and the other wants to destroy the things they love crazily.Although they are all unscrupulous, although they are all equally indifferent, but when the object of love in the eyes of the magician appears, only his sun is left in his world.

As for the clown, it was always the dark spot above the sun that he noticed.

When Bruce Yuhi was studying in Tibet, he once heard a sentence.It is said that when a person is beautiful in his heart, he can only notice the beautiful creatures in the world.And when a person is ugly inside, all he notices is dog shit, not the delicate flowers next to him.

Lightly pressing M on the keyboard, Bruce leaned back in the chair and watched the image on the big screen.It was the video of the magician blowing up the Gotham Building. The young man in the audio was laughing wildly. His pink hair had a faint luster in the dark night, and the color was closer to orange.

The laughter of a magician is different from that of a clown. The clown always laughs hysterically, with the desire of madness and destruction, but the magician lowers his voice and laughs lightly like a gentleman.Although there are also smug smiles, but even that kind of smile, thinking about it now, is gentle.

It is difficult to judge whether such a smile comes from the heart.

"Is there a difference in heart..." Bruce looked at the figure on the screen, and remembered the shy but ostentatious smile that Little Jack sang.It was probably his proud expression when he sat on his lap and watched his two brothers unable to advance or retreat after tricking Dick or Jason.

At that time, Bruce realized how precious wealth he had missed when he was a child.

The departure of his parents brought him too much pain when he was young. He was obsessed with pursuing the confusing truth behind the incident, obsessed with seeking an answer, but ignored the most precious relatives around him who were still alive.

"After all, I owe you," Bruce sighed, but in front of him was Little Jack, who could smile and beg for a hug at a big black bat, "After all..."

He didn't continue to speak, but stroked back and forth on the smooth M key on the keyboard because it was often rubbed by others, and stopped talking.