Schizophrenia

Many years later, when Damian asked his favorite elder brother with a troubled face, why he could so easily accept that their father found a guy with countless flaws to spend his life with and become a member of their family, Dick just I touched my younger brother's head and it was really hard to explain why.

Before touching the magician, all of Dick's senses lingered on Batman's comments.Batman said that the magician was very smart, and Dick watched the magician sit in front of the computer and plan a mess.Batman said that the magician was willful and aimless, and Dick watched the magician overturn the original plan halfway, not only rescued him, but also tricked the clown by the way.Batman says magicians are mysterious...

Sorry, it's really hard for him to associate the out of breath guy who is holding potato chips and laughing at the monitor with mystery.

"Robin, your expression is so serious~" Turning to look at Robin, Jacob, who had revealed his identity, almost slid off the seat with a smile, "I'm really about to cry, why does Superman think that His identity is very concealed ah ha ha ha..." Tears were about to burst out of laughter.

Dick looked at Jacob blankly, and felt that what had recently been ruined was not only his various speculations about magicians, his admiration for the technological genius Jacob, but also his admiration for the omnipotent Superman.He decides to blame Jacob for that, he really doesn't need to watch the leaky lies and hectic life of the Met's little reporter.

Oh, and there is no need for a magician to exploit all kinds of loopholes... Here it comes again!

Dick looked at Jacob rubbing his belly and giggled loudly: "I can't do it hahaha, he actually wrote an article to praise Luthor! Oh my God, he actually praised Luthor, this sentence is really good: Lex ? Luthor is a representative figure in Metropolis, and his friendship with Superman... ahahaha no, I can't read it anymore!"

Dick made a note in the small notebook in his heart. On the eighth day of being with the magician, he found that the magician hadn't grown up at all.

"Batman went looking for the clown again!" For more than a week, except that he was not able to move freely, the magician basically responded to his requests.If it weren't for Batman being trapped in the enemy's camp and doing all kinds of work for him, Dick felt that such a life would actually be very good: "Almighty magician, tell me what will happen next?"

The first element of a good life in Dick's small book, magicians like to be praised.

"Ask Napier, where is the magician!" Jacob snorted, and before he recovered from the hilarious laughter just now, another screen opened on the display screen where Robin couldn't see. Sis connected to Central City's live broadcast, and Flash seemed to be in some trouble: "If you really need Barry, tell me."

"What?" Robin thought Jacob was talking to him.

"Don't you feel angry?" Jacob looked at Robin with a smile, "The clown killed you, but Batman didn't avenge you. Obviously he wanted to find your bones so much, but he just sent the clown to Arkham! And guess what, will he kill me?"

Robin really doesn't understand the magician's emotion of wanting to be killed, especially after he knows that the magician is the big boss of ST who has been praised in various ways by the outside world: "There is nothing to be angry about, if he really kills him I'd rather be sad if you or the clown died."

"I thought the reason why you were so obsessed with Batman was because he was different!" Robin had seen Batman analyze the magician, and he was particularly impressed that the magician had also appeared in Star City, Central City, and the seaside. There are a series of cities where superheroes exist, but most of them disappear after a flash in the pan.

"That's true," Jacob nodded, looked at the clown thrown out by Batman in the surveillance screen, and then turned his head to look at Robin seriously.After waiting for Robin to twitch uncomfortably, Jacob turned his head back again: "Now I have a new idea."

Robin sat cross-legged on the ground and saw the documents flashing on the big screen through the cage: "Your technology is really cool!"

"What do you think of him?" Jacob didn't look back, pulling up a juvenile offender's file, "Six years old, a pair of irresponsible parents, living alone in Gotham by stealing. Reaching out is great, too A very smart kid." Watching the record jumping flexibly between buildings.

"Jason Toth?" Robin looked at the ruthless kid in the video, "What do you want to do?"

"Oh, now you have to ask fate!" Jacob turned his back to Robin, "Whether the goddess of fate favors or not is none of my business."

"You don't want to let him replace me, and then watch my faith be destroyed?" Robin suddenly admired his own imagination, "I said before that I don't care, right? Actually I'm happy to have a few more people around Batman, he's always been alone..."

"You're thinking too much," Jacob interrupted Robin, "I'm just curious, who would he choose between you and another child who seems hopeless." He knocked on the table, and again When he turned his head, Robin could only see the magician's cold mask and a pair of blue eyes with no mechanism under the mask.

Different from Batman's deep tolerance, these eyes have a creepy emptiness: "Speaking of which, I just sent Batman a letter yesterday. I put it on the clown and asked him to deliver it~ you Will Batman be angry when he sees it? He will definitely want to kill me, right?"

"I won't be with you anymore," said the magician in a polite voice, "I apologize for my next impoliteness, but for the sake of the new kid on the stage, I need some time to set up the background. As compensation, I will provide you with non-stop TV drama service throughout the day."

Robin is well aware that the Magician is referring to the ensuing stalking of him and Batman. ST's technology is as famous as it is. Although Batman found someone following him for eight days, he failed to completely knock down the tracker.It was precisely because of this that another doubt spread in Robin's heart.

Is the magician really oblivious to Batman's identity, or is he evading this fact?Even Superman's identity was discovered so easily, these days he almost followed Batman closely, but the undiscovered surveillance equipment stopped outside Wayne Manor and no longer moved forward.

"I can't wait~" the magician let out a pleasant laugh, "Let little Todd steal Batman's things, and then kill an innocent homeless man who wants to steal his things in front of Batman~ Batman must be very sad, oh, this is the future of Gotham he wants to protect!"

"Then, I will come back to find you~" The magician stood up and looked down at Robin, "At that time, let's meet the little bat~"

Robin sat in the cage and watched the magician leave the room, then shifted his gaze to the screen.On the screen, Batman unfolded the gorgeous invitation-like paper on the Joker:

Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.

Who sawhimdie? I, said the Fly. With my littleeye, Isawhimdie.

Who caught this blood? I, said the Fish, With my littledish, I caught this blood.

Who will make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud.

Who will dighis grave? I, said the Owl, With my pick and shovel, I'll dighis grave.

Who will be the parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the parson.

Who will be the clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk.

Who will carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch the minute, I'll carry the link.

Who will be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, Imourn formy love, I'll be chief mourner.

Who will carry the coffin? I, said the Kite, If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin.

Who will bear the pall? We, said the Wren, Both the cock and the hen, We'll bear the pall.

Who will sing apsalm? I, said the Thrush, Asshesatonabush, I'll sing apsalm.

Who will toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell.

So Cock Robin, farewell. All thebirds softheair. Fella-sighinganda-sobbing, When they heard the bell toll.

INSTRUCTIONS

Toallit concerns, This notice apprises, The Sparrow's fortrial, Atnext bird sizes.

At the end of the letter, I wrote a line

Do you want your Robin?

Magician

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Who Killed the Mockingbird, BY Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes