Schizophrenia

In the forest, a young man in ragged clothes stumbled forward, not paying much attention to his clothes being torn by branches.Just looking at the pointed roof not far away, he ran blindly.It was as if there was some ferocious beast chasing him closely behind him, turning his head to look behind him in horror from time to time.

He was about to collapse, his overdeveloped brain would never stop working, and the professor's experiments would not stop every day.Even if an ant walks into the room, he can get information. Even if he closes his eyes, the metal walls are telling him the laws of the world, and he is going crazy.

He can feel that part of his humanity that belongs to human beings is gradually being lost, pain, sadness, joy, satisfaction... But what is filled up afterwards is the construction of the essence of the world.He can easily draw conclusions from quantum physics, he can apply applied mathematics to details, he can acquire knowledge without doing anything.

But what is the meaning of such a life, he wants to find something to fill his void.Only emotion, his acquired knowledge told him, could restrain this growth, only emotion could fill his void.So he thought of a person, the last person in this world.

As long as he ran across this ravine, he would be able to see Wayne after another 14 meters...

The boy stopped, and he saw the person he wanted to see standing not far away.But he couldn't take half a step forward, because the person facing him was full of determination, but the air told him the indescribable grief on this person.He doesn't want anyone to disturb him now, the boy heard the air tell him so.

"Jack, I've made up my mind." The young man said to the black marble monument facing him, "I once promised in front of my parents' tombstone that I would spend all my life fighting criminals until they died .I will inherit their spirit to fight, and you, my brother."

The young man heard the young man's voice firmly: "But your surname is not Wayne after all." After finishing speaking, the young man stood there in silence for a moment, and put the lily in his hand in front of the tombstone, "I'm sorry, but if they were here, they would do the same Right." The young man turned around, with his back to the tombstone and the young man, "Goodbye, Bruce."

'You're not a Wayne at all! 'The memory of a few years ago is still fresh, and he has never hated a clear memory so much.He could even see young Bruce looking at him with a stern look on his face.

Does it really matter if my last name is Wayne?Grief swept through his heart for a moment, and then dispersed like a tide.He was even able to calmly walk to the black stele and turn around to look at the black stele.There are two lines of words written in white letters on it.

Jacob

+1990-1996

"So you've worked so hard just to come here?" The boy stood in front of the tombstone for an unknown how long, until a man wearing glasses walked slowly behind him, "13, you've been holding back for so long, you just In order to come here, tell yourself that everything can be done all over again?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." The boy heard himself reply, "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Your value should not be determined by a person who doesn't understand anything," said the man. "Come back to me, my child, you are lost. Your value should not be determined by such a small house." Instead, it should act in a greater place and achieve greater things."

"Do you need me?" The teenager grabbed at the last straw, "I don't want to disappear."

"Of course," the man looked at the boy kneeling in front of him, "as long as you serve me."

"I am yours, master."

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"It turns out that I lived six years old in your heart." The magician stood in front of the black stone tablet, "When you announced that I was not a Wayne, you also announced my death. There is nothing wrong with it, Bruce. "

"I don't know Sis, why did I come back here. I should kill him, when I see him in the past." Looking at the clean grass around the tombstone, "There is nothing on it, Sis. It should say to the day of my death, but there is nothing."

Unlike memory, the tombstone at this time was blank, as if it was just a black sign.

"No, I just want to know when he established my death." The magician replied to the man who never heard the question, "I won't see this tombstone for another seven years, so the line on it When did the word appear, I want an answer, Sis."

"He told me I wasn't a Wayne after all, Sis. He vetoed my existence, knowing he was the last to prove that Ansang was a living person and not my fantasy. Everyone knew Jacob, Everyone knows Jacob, but what about Ansang, where is my soul?" The magician looked at the tombstone, "Where is my soul?"

"The little bat in the past was so fun, he could only see my existence. He would stop me from making trouble like an elder, and would tell me the right and wrong. The clown is also good, he only sees me in his eyes, and plays with me , will give me a direction when I'm helpless, but why did Bruce ruin all of this?"

"Why did you take me away from Arkham, why did you tell the little bat Jacob the existence, why." The calm tone seemed to be telling someone else's story, "Does he think I will care, there is no professor Arkham, for me, is heaven."

"Bruce ruined everything, Sis. He even told Flash that my name was Jacob, and he even told Flash that was my last conscience Sis, that was my last proof. Jacob's existence was Is it so important to him, so important that he wants to obliterate my existence?"

"You see, everyone knows Jacob, as a young genius, as a chairman, as a younger brother, as a friend, and as an enemy. No one knows the existence of Ansang, obviously I was the one who lived in the first place, right? , Sis? Obviously, I was the one who lived in the first place." The magician's voice was calm and weird.

"I only have you left, Sis. I only have you left, how sad." He laughed silently.

"Yeah, good question, why should I stay in Gotham and watch him." The magician knelt down and stroked the blank tombstone, "Maybe he hasn't given up on me now? Or maybe I've been touched." The magician looked at the tombstone and said slowly, "Jacob's existence may be really important to him."

"Important enough that he can take me away under the pressure of the entire Justice League, important enough that he is willing to negotiate with Batman for Jacob, important enough that he is willing to stay quietly in the cave with Jacob and do nothing .Obviously he said that, Jacob is no longer Wayne."

"I just want to see it," stood up, with his back to the stone tablet like a young man with memory facing him, "If I destroy Jacob, will he cry? It must be very beautiful, and the little bat will definitely I can't be distressed. If you can tell the little bat to be merciful to me, the little bat will definitely love him."

"But, the little bat is mine." The magician lifted his foot and left, not noticing a line of words that gradually emerged on the tombstone behind him:

Jacob

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As the title suggests, schizophrenia

Ansang and Jacob are two different people in his worldview. Something happened in the future, so Ansang felt that everyone saw a person named Jacob instead of him.This forced obliteration of his own existence drove him mad, and the fact that no one acknowledged him was the essence of his madness.

In addition, in his world view, Batman and Bruce are two different people.Batman was the first person to see the crazy personality Ansang, so Ansang clung to Batman like a life-saving straw.On the other hand, Bruce's many decisions gave Ansang the illusion that Batman loved Bruce and was even willing to give in for him.

The abbreviation is: Ansang (the magician) loves Batman, and Batman loves Bruce.

Of course, who Bruce loves is none of Ansang's business.

Sanqian Zhenxin should not follow the timeline of the world, but should follow Ansang’s timeline, because it feels like everyone except Sanqian himself can’t understand (I can’t laugh or cry)