In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1198: The Cry of the Lamb (10)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The cold storm in Batman's blue eyes never stopped. When Angela left the Wayne Building office, only Bruce was left standing in front of the huge French windows, overlooking the whole building alone. The city, Gotham, looks surprisingly bustling no matter what time of day it is. Lane

This is not a sin city at all. It is the largest, most prosperous, and most charming city on the east coast of the United States.

This is the cancer of the earth, the scourge of mankind, and the hometown of Batman.

Standing in front of the window, Bruce, who was staring at the city, heard a slight sound behind him. He turned around gently and saw a figure sitting on the sofa against the light. he himself.

Bruce didn't feel any surprise or vigilance, as if it was normal for him to appear there?

In other words, after that night on Crime Alley, this figure has been with him like a shadow and never left.

Bruce walked over and sat on the opposite side of the sofa. Two identical figures sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights of thousands of houses made up of layers of high-rise buildings reflected them into two silhouettes. They were not alone. , but equally lonely.

"I was not born today." Bruce, who was sitting on the right, raised his head. There were no child holes in his eyes, but there were no whites either. It's not scary, but has a weird beauty. Lane

"The female policeman said that she understood the group of criminals and found another herself in the process of constantly tracking down the murder. Mental illness or hallucinations, what she said is true, and she is not an exception."

Bruce sitting across from him also had no childlike holes, only the whites of his eyes, paler than any snow in Gotham.

"We should talk about that night first." The black-eyed Bruce said, "The night you never talked about with anyone."

Bruce with white eyes closed his eyes slowly, his hands on the armrests gradually tightened, his chest began to rise and fall continuously, and countless fragmented scenes flashed before his eyes.

But not alleys, rainy nights, pearl necklaces.

He saw his raised hands, saw the sights of the pistol, saw how the bullets flew from the muzzle of the gun, and saw how his parents fell.

"Every strong detective must be a good criminal." The black-eyed Bruce's voice sounded, he turned his head to look at the bustling city, and then said. Lane

"You didn't become a detective because of that night, you have always been a criminal genius, and you were born to empathize with murderers."

"In this world, too many people's parents died in a tragic way, and too many children witnessed their parents' death, feeling sad and hopeless, but in this world, there is only one Batman. "

"You didn't go on this road because of the death of your parents. Your wisdom, cleverness, excessive rationality, and genius creativity are gifts from God, just like those born killers."

The white-eyed Bruce slowly let go of the armrest, while the black-eyed Bruce stared at him and said:

"I wasn't born that night, the first time you saw Thomas' face, the first time you remembered Martha's smile, spent the normal time happily in the Wayne family When I was living, I never left."

"I was born with you. I am a part of you. It is the pathology that you have been escaping from, but you will never be able to get rid of."

When the sickly Bruce fell silent, Bruce stared at him with a slightly slack eye and said: "Lan

"I have seen you many times, under the bed of the crib, behind the door of the kindergarten, and even in a castle made of toy blocks."

"I want to make Thomas and Martha feel sorry for my disappearance by hiding under the bed. All the classmates were crying, and I saw you at these times."

"But at that time, what we sent out was just ordinary malice. Every child would have the idea of ​​mischief, so I didn't realize that I was different from others until that night..."

"The moment I saw the muzzle of the gun." Bruce's arm began to tremble again, and he said in the same trembling tone: "I had two perspectives, and I saw the blood blooming behind Martha Hua, also saw the scarlet blood flowing out of Thomas' chest through the pistol sight."

"In every nightmare since then, I couldn't tell where I was standing, whether I was standing behind them or in front of them, and I couldn't tell what I was holding, whether it was the movie ticket stub or the pistol. Trigger."

"Detectives and criminals, there has never been a clear dividing line." Sick Bruce said: "For more than ten years, what has caused you so much pain is the fact that you realized that night. The murderer who pulled the trigger late is the same kind of person, or you are more suitable to be a criminal than him."

Bruce took a deep breath until his shoulders were raised, and then he sighed slowly. Sick Bruce looked at him and asked: "Lan

"Why do you never take the life of others?"

Bruce stared into his eyes, but Sick Bruce didn't need to answer, he asked himself and answered:

"Because of your kindness? No, you dare not, because you dare not see me, dare not admit my existence, you think that being a saint can wash away your unique crime in this world The fact of talent."

Bruce closed his eyes slowly, his lips trembled, and then he looked up at sick Bruce again and said:

"And today, I will see you here because Schiller made me understand the fact that you exist, you are inseparable, you can never be eliminated, and even... guide and guide me."

"Actually, you have thought about it a long time ago." Sick Bruce said: "What is it that guides human actions? What makes human progress? Is it love? Is it kindness?"

Bruce shook his head, his movements were light, but he seemed to be struggling to push a boulder off a cliff. Lane

"It's you," Bruce replied.

"In the past ten years, what has urged me to keep learning, improving myself, and building equipment is not my love and kindness to others, but hatred, anger, jealousy, fear, and the inherent evil of human beings. and my sickness."

"Before this, I always had unrealistic fantasies about expelling you. I thought that as long as I was strong and determined enough, one day you would leave, and on that day, I would get rid of the past. Nightmare, never have to fear that I will become a criminal again.”

"But Schiller let you understand that I will never leave, and I don't have to leave, I am not your burden, not your shackles, but a sharp knife, and the key to open the door to another world .” Sick Bruce said.

"Only by meeting me, admitting me, and using me, can you go to a world that ordinary people will never be able to touch. In that world, there are the most terrifying group of people in the world. '."

Bruce seemed to have lost all his strength, and he leaned on the back of the chair weakly, and then said sickly Bruce:

"Before, the reason why I could keep running away and not acknowledging your existence was because I didn't realize the danger of this group of people." Lan

"The appearance of the sick Schiller made me understand that if I don't face you, if I don't use the other power I have, if I don't really walk into the hearts of madmen, I will never be able to defeat you. them."

"You need to know me."

"I want to know you."

The two Bruce said in unison.

"You have to accept me."

"I want to accept you."

"You have to love me." Lan

"I want to love you."

"Because..."

"Can deal with criminals..."

"...only criminals."

"How do you beat them?" Bruce asked.

"I don't need to beat them." Sick Bruce replied, he looked Bruce in the eyes and said: "Schiller is not only teaching you, but also teaching me. You have a professor, and I have one."

"Sick Schiller's actions have shown me that I don't need to defeat the lunatics, because I am already stronger than them, and I don't need to hurt them, because they are precious lambs." 左

"Don't be anyone's son, but be the father of all."

"When they offer sacrifices to please you, say to them, 'If you do well, will you not be accepted, but if you do wrong, sin lies at the door, and it will Admire you, but you want to subdue it.'."

The light passing through the window gradually dimmed, leaving only gorgeous and dreamy neon light shadows, and Bruce's voice was like a whispered prayer, gradually sounding out of the silence.

"Use your talents."

"Take advantage of my talents."

"Stand high in the clouds."

"Standing high in the clouds."

"Preach to them."

"Preach to them."

"Let them listen."

"Let them pay tribute~IndoMTL.com~Love them like a weak lamb."

"Understand them, comfort them."

"Whip them and discipline them."

"Let them walk on the earth."

"As in my country."

"Become a father."

"Become a parent."

When the batarang's cold light reflected in Batman's blue eyes, it was like a bird glimpsed on the skyline in a polar storm.

The sharp blade pierced through the frozen atmosphere in the sheriff's office, and with its icy wake, it pierced the artery on the side of Jonathan Crane's neck.

In an instant, life burst out from the bright red, and then began to flow irretrievably. Lane

Gordon rushed over in shock, and hugged Jonathan who was slowly falling. He stared at Batman who threw the bat dart, and shouted:

"Batman, are you crazy?!

Jonathan, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to push away Gordon who wanted to help him stop the bleeding. He covered his **** neck with his hands weakly, and said in an intermittent breath.

"Go away!...let me hear...what he's saying..."

Batman's lips moved.

At this moment, outside the window of the Gotham Police Station, a flash of bright lightning flashed, followed by rumbling thunder, just like every night when Batman falls from the roof.

Batman's voice is very soft, but it overwhelms the deafening thunder, those things that he failed to speak out in countless nights, all weave into a cry with this soft and soft tone. Lane

Jonathan listened intently before he heard the words from Batman's mouth.

"...The disappearance of people in Mawson block."