[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Less than half an hour after the two of them got together alone, the atmosphere changed from unfamiliarity at the beginning to harmony.Hannibal is indeed an excellent psychiatrist, Brody thought so countless times during the communication process, because he felt very relaxed talking with the other party.

Except that Brody thought it was a psychological consultation at the beginning, because he felt as natural as ordinary people meeting and chatting with Hannibal afterwards, so he almost forgot about it. the back of the head.

Before they knew it, they were talking about a robbery.

"You are very brave, Brody," Hannibal said in a soft tone, no longer calling 'Little Mr. Wayne' as he had just met, but calling him by his name a little more intimately, "I heard that your body Not very well, but I think you have more courage than most."

"Superman did save you, but your coolness played enough role in it. You smartly grasped the ideas of this Metropolis superhero. I think if you can have his abilities, you should also be a Super hero."

Brody: "...Actually, I'm not that good." He was a little embarrassed when he was told, but he couldn't help but smile, because Hannibal seemed to be too sincere, although Brody Di thought it was a bit exaggerated, but he was indeed a little happy.

"No, of course you're fine," Hannibal shook his head, "Your physical weakness didn't affect you, I think if anyone was at that time, when a gun was pointed at their head, they would have panickedly asked Superman for help, but It's not about reading Superman's eyes."

Brody blinked. He felt that if he was praised like this, his face would turn red. "Does every psychiatrist know how to praise people like this?"

Hannibal laughed at his words, "Of course not," he paused, his brown-red eyes looked directly at Brody, his voice became lower, "I'm not someone who praises everyone."

"Not everyone can have such a good mentality. A good family background will bring great honor, but there is also pressure, especially when there is an excellent comparison around, often the disadvantages that are not a big deal will be magnified and become more obvious .”

When the smile on Hannibal's face faded, when the deep outline of the face was matched with the overly calm gaze, people would often unconsciously focus and listen carefully to his every word, and then unconsciously Unknowingly mobilized emotions.

"When you are good enough, they will often praise you, and then look at you with pity, because there are always people around you who are better than you."

"This is also the reason why those upper-level people often struggle." Hannibal said lightly.

Hannibal then gave a few more detailed examples to illustrate that it is not uncommon to lose warmth and fight to the death in the midst of money and rights. Whether it is father and son, sisters or brothers, Brody nodded as he listened, his eyes clearly Revealing that "although your words are very complicated, it sounds reasonable", and didn't even notice when the topic changed, until Hannibal took the initiative to stop.

"That's why I'm so surprised, Brody, your mentality is amazing," Hannibal looked at Brody, his eyes were sincere and his tone was gentle, "I'm looking forward to the city of Gotham being like I know your brother well, and I also recognize your excellence."

Not long after, the psychological consultation ended. When Brody got up and looked at the clock, he realized that two hours had passed, and the time was too fast for him to notice.

When he went downstairs, Bruce had already stood at the door to see off Dr. Hannibal, and he could vaguely hear their conversation:

"He's in good health, Mr. Wayne..."

Brody didn't know if he was wrong, he seemed to see Hannibal looking at him, and when he blinked and looked over, Hannibal was clearly looking at his brother. , speaking with lips parted.

Brody then put this illusion behind him, didn't think about it again, and when he walked to Bruce, Hannibal had already said goodbye.So the two brothers watched the excellent psychiatrist leave together, until the car body disappeared from their sight, a sentence that the other party once said suddenly appeared in Brody's mind:

'There are always people around you who are a little bit better than you. '

Bruce withdrew his gaze, and was about to say something to Brody when he found his younger brother looking at him with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What are you thinking, Brody?"

The deep voice brought back Brody's drifting thoughts. He first subconsciously shook his head, then suddenly stopped this movement within a few seconds, and looked at Bruce without blinking.

"elder brother……"

"Huh?" Bruce snorted from his nasal cavity, looked down at him, and waited for him to continue, only to see Brody walking around him instead, and finally stopped behind him.

Bruce stood still and didn't move. The next second, he felt a weight on his back, someone's weight was added, and he was even pushed forward: "Brother, grab me quickly, I'm going to slide down!"

A kid, Bruce thinks, but he actually reaches out and grabs Brody's legs at his waist.

A certain guy who was hanging on his back came to his ear and called him intimately:

"Brucie."

"Ok?"

"elder brother!"

"Ah."

It was obviously a boring conversation, but the two of them maintained it for a long time, until the person on the back touched his shoulder with his chin and laughed contentedly, but the person on the back didn't realize that he also bent his lips .

Just like Dr. Hannibal said, Brody also thinks his brother Bruce is very good!

He loves his brother as much as his brother loves him.

So in that psychological consultation, although Brody could roughly understand the stories Hannibal said, he couldn't empathize with them.

Because his family was never part of those stories.

A day later, the night before the feast, the Bat Cave.

At this time, a car with a black paint was parked in the relatively wide area. The body lines are smooth and the shape is cool, but it has enough lethality.Its front hood was opened, and a tall man bent down to give it final adjustments.

Alfred on the side handed the things in his hand to Bruce, and when he saw him take it and install it, he said: "I thought you would choose a more damaging weapon, sir, such as putting some bullets instead of Sedation needle."

With his head buried in the hood, Bruce's voice sounded muffled.

"What I need is deterrence, not to be a killer. Taking lives at will will not make Gotham better, but it will become crazier."

"That time—"

"I'm not a god, so I get impulsive too...but I'll keep that in mind in the future."

Alfred sighed upon hearing this and did not continue the topic.

And Bruce, who was buried in the installation of the weapon, paused for a while before continuing, but his lips were tightly pressed, his eyes were gloomy looking at the complicated lines in the car, and he assembled them in silence.

Bruce loathes guns because that's where his parents died, and even Brody almost left him.

But this time he used a gun, and almost killed the robber with his own hands, just like he almost killed that scum with a gun, there was a sense of absurdity of the incident repeating itself.

If he wants the people of Gotham to understand that they are not apathetic and violent, he needs to be a symbol, a symbol of indestructibility, which means he has to be calmer, more rational, and more restrained than ever.

Can he do it—

Bruce didn't know.Just like this time, he hated the gun, but still held it because of Brody's distress. What if Brody was in danger in Gotham next time?

What if something happened while he was Batman?

Bruce took a deep breath. He looked down at the installed weapon. After confirming that there was no problem, he straightened up and closed the car cover. Unspeakable thoughts in general.

A difficult but inescapable question.

Bruce knows that no matter what he decides now, he won't know until that day comes, and all he can do is never put Brody in that danger.

"What time is it, Alfred?" Bruce asked as he cleaned off the stains left on his face from the repairs.

"It's ten forty, sir." Alfred glanced at his watch, and after announcing the time, he said, "There are still nearly twenty hours before the banquet the next night."

Bruce nodded, he rolled down the sleeves he had rolled up before, and said lightly, "Let's go."

The two left the cave. Bruce first went back to his room to wash up, then changed into loose clothes and opened the door. When he went downstairs, he took a special look at Brody's room and confirmed that it was tightly closed. Then go down.

Alfred was already waiting in the kitchen, and on the long table behind him were prepared materials.

"need my help?"

"No need," Bruce stood in front of the long table, showing a cautious expression, "I want to do everything myself this time."

Alfred shrugged, not surprised by Bruce's answer, "I wish you well, sir."

Bruce nodded, fully concentrating. He first tied an apron on himself, put on a chef's hat, and then rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms.

After finishing all these preparations, he stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the egg, tapped it lightly on the edge of the bowl, then took it to the top of the bowl, and opened it along the cracks in the egg.

The egg white and egg yolk fell into the bowl in his sight, and the egg yolk even kept its perfect shape, instead of being scratched by him like before, and even left marks on his fingertips.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done, a perfect opening.

The author has something to say: I think about frying the kitchen every day, be careful that Batman makes you a watch hhhh