In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1192: The Cry of the Lamb (4)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

It was another night of cold rain in Gotham. In the alternating seasons of spring and summer, the rain brought the coldness of late spring that had not faded away. The chill in the sky froze into fine icicles, evaporated into mist in the skylight, and disappeared.

The leather shoes stepped on the stone road, causing slight water splashes. A pair of slightly aged hands held the doorknob, pushed open the heavy gate of Wayne Manor, and hung the towel wet in the mist beside it. on the hanger.

Alfred held the kettle in one hand, and spread out the newspaper next to him on the round table with the other, put the boiling kettle on top of the newspaper, took out the cup from the cupboard, and poured boiling water on it. Rinse it gently in the cup, and then splash it outside the door. The mist from the hot water is like the muzzle of a shotgun after firing.

After the cup became warm, Alfred took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet above, and the liquid flowed into the cup. The aroma spread out, appearing rich and heavy.

The gloved hand squeezed the top half of the cup and placed it on the tray. He took a new towel from the side of the cabinet and put it on his arm. Alfred came to the sofa with the tray.

Bruce on the sofa was holding a stack of documents and looking at them carefully. Alfred gently put the wine glass in front of him, and Bruce said without raising his head, "Thank you, Alfred."

Alfred nodded and left. On the way upstairs, he passed Jason. Jason looked back at the back of the old butler, shook his head lightly, and walked quickly. ran downstairs.

"Bruce, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Jason ran to sit down opposite Bruce, looked at him and said, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

Bruce lowered the file a bit, exposing his eyes, he looked at Jason and said, "Didn't you sleep too? You have something on your mind too?"

Jason sighed softly, looked at Bruce seriously and said, "You didn't look well when you came back. Anyone can see that something happened to you. Believe it or not, except me, Dick and Tim aren't sleeping either, they're just too embarrassed to come to you."

"What about you?" Bruce asked.

"I don't care about this." Jason shrugged and said, "The line between caring and prying is always unclear. Tim adores you and doesn't want to leave a bad impression on you. He's afraid you will think he's prying. You, so even if you didn't sleep, you pretended to be asleep."

"Dick is always worrying about gains and losses. One moment he feels that he should care about you, and the other moment he feels that if he shows too much concern for you, you will feel that he has no idea. So although he didn't sleep, he pretended to be asleep."

"And I..." Jason shook his head and said, "I like to speak straight, I don't like to speculate, even if everyone suspects that I have other plans, as long as I have a clear conscience Don't care what they think."

Bruce slowly put down the file, he stretched out his hand and touched Jason's head. His personality is average, with pure wildness.

"Go and call the two of them down, I have something to talk to you about." Bruce looked at Jason and said.

Jason pursed his lips. He jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs, almost bumping into Alfred who turned and went downstairs. Like a reckless lion cub, he rushed to the door of Dick's room first. knocked on the door, then rushed straight into Tim's room and pulled him out.

Judging from the looks of the two of them, they really didn't sleep. Even Tim put his ear on the bedroom door a second before the door opened, listening to the movement outside.

Dick was wearing dark orange striped pajamas and was holding a pillow in his arms. a teddy bear.

The two walked down the stairs one after the other, and came to the sofa. Jason yanked Tim, and the two sat opposite Bruce. Bruce turned his head and looked up at Dick, and patted his side with his hand. that location.

Dick sniffed his nose, rubbed the area under his lips with his hands, and walked over to sit down while pulling his slippers.

"I want to tell you something about what happened to me recently." Bruce leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. From his expression, it can be seen that he looked a little decadent and tired, and also a little ignorant Overwhelmed.

But when he spoke, his attitude was not serious at all, maybe he just wanted to find a few listeners, rather than really want to get any advice.

"Think of it as today's bedtime story." Bruce slowed down his tone and said in an extremely hypnotic tone: "The story has to start with a broccoli...you may have heard Schiller Rodriguez, a professor I knew or knew very well, has a very severe broccoli allergy.”

The man's deep and gentle voice echoed in the empty hall of the manor, and the moonlight shining in through the gothic floor-to-ceiling windows was also low for a long time.

The terrible chaos of Gotham, which was thrown into turmoil due to a crazy virus, the fantasy scene of the spirit world, the legendary adventure of hell, a street of destroyed bookstores, the banquet of the Falcone family, the terrible serial killer, and the flow The **** lamb, and the omnipresent shepherd in darkness...

The three children sitting on the sofa were deeply attracted by these mysterious adventures. The story of color can make people sleep more peacefully.

After telling all the stories, Bruce was silent for a while, and said:

"I know you want to ask, why didn't I go to Schiller, but came back here? But this is the ingenuity of this trap."

Bruce put his hands in front of him, relaxed his shoulders, raised his head, leaned on the back of the sofa, stared straight at the ceiling and said:

"I think this is a morbid conspiracy from beginning to end. He not only guided me, but also guided arrogance. Perhaps a long time ago, he told the professor that he was going to organize a graduation exam. The exam questions were, Have I learned anything from arrogance."

"Therefore, Arrogance kept teaching me, and even revealed some of the topics to me, hoping that I could get a good grade."

"As expected, I failed the first test without any precautions, but this is not the end at all, but just the beginning, all for the final trap."

"No one will admit defeat." Bruce closed his eyes in some pain, and he said, "I am like this, and so is my teacher. Neither of us can accept it. After four years of tormenting each other, Neither of us could make any progress from each other."

Bruce took a deep breath, paused, and continued: "I am eager to win, and I am eager to pass this exam to prove to everyone that I have made progress on the path of psychology."

"But this is the terrible bait that lures me into the trap. I'm sick of knowing that I want to win, and I know that I can figure out how to win."

"In the previous exams, the most serious mistake I made was that I kept following Schiller's thinking, being bewitched by him, and offering sacrifices to him. In the end, not only did I not realize the danger, but I was also moved by myself, like a A tame lamb."

"So, when I want to prove that I can pass the exam, I know that I have to resist, and I have to take the initiative to prove that I have not been domesticated by him, to prove that I am Batman, not someone else's lamb."

"But how do I beat Schiller?"

Bruce asked a question, his eyes seemed a little lax, as if he had returned to his thoughts at that moment, and after a slight pause, he continued:

"At that time, I didn't notice at all. When I started to think about this problem, I had already stepped into the trap. My desire is the sweet bait on the trap."

"But the answer I got at the time was that I needed to fool Schiller and make him pay."

"The way to defeat a person is nothing more than this. Defeat him from wisdom and knock him down from strength. I use my own strategy to make Schiller obsessed, and I can achieve these two goals at the same time."

"I did it."

Bruce's voice sank, apparently the next words were part of his painful memories.

"But at that moment, I realized that this is a trap, from beginning to end, the purpose of the disease is to let me fall into the current state."

"In the confrontation with Schiller, I won, but at the expense of everything I cared about and insisted on."

"Because of my ambition, I planted a crime that did not exist on my teacher's head, which not only violated my moral bottom line, but also violated the law."

"I chose victory, but turned myself into a ruthless criminal, no different from my enemies all the time."

Bruce's fingertips began to tremble, Dick looked at him with a very worried look, Dick glanced to the left and right in a panic, tried to concentrate, and then said: "But you can still recover, You can go and save Professor Schiller!"

"As I said, this is the most subtle part of this trap." Bruce turned his head, looked at Dick with some godless eyes and said:

"Dick, jailbreaking is just as illegal and immoral."

Tim gasped ~IndoMTL.com~ He stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "You don't want to say that Professor Schiller has expected this day?"

"Schiller expected that because you want to win, you will use less honorable means, which will make you feel regret and pain for it."

"I expected it again, you will regret and suffer because of this. When you want to save it, you find that you can only use less glorious means and become more painful."

"He guessed your every desire and turned it into poison."

Tim covered his eyes with his hands. When he put his hands down, he looked at Bruce with even a hint of sympathy. He glanced at Jason and whispered, "I take back what I said before." If you say it, even if he is your enemy, it won't be..."

"I once saw Schiller's past in the palace of thinking." Bruce stared forward with some dull eyes, and said slowly: "He was imprisoned in the It was also a terrible memory for him in the psychiatric hospital where the sun was never seen."

"Sick to know, when I know that Schiller will be imprisoned in the same dark prison, because of my relationship with him and my righteous heart, I will definitely want to save him."

"But if I really go, to rob the prison, to destroy the public order by illegal and immoral means, I will do what he wants, and use the methods he taught me to do what he wants me to do. sin, and become his tame lamb.”

"So now, I am trapped here, trapped in the same dark cell, unable to move forward, unable to retreat."

"You are also trapped in the chains that bind the lamb, you can't be silent, you can't cry out."