In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1209: The Cry of the Lamb (21)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

"Hey, Jason, did you hear on the radio that Batman will be on the roof of Wayne Building tonight?"

In the study room of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting on the edge of the table with a book in his hand, looked at Jason beside him and asked. If I don’t listen to the radio, I can’t understand the words conveyed by hearing, and I still prefer to read newspapers.”

"Yeah." Dick tilted his head, smacked his lips and said, "Gotham radio is full of gangster swearing, oh, they now call that uncivilized spat East Coast rap, I heard that they plan to hold a competition to see who is more powerful at swearing."

"That new travel and car radio is interesting, though," continued Dick.

"Because there's Batman there?" Jason tilted his head and glanced at Dick.

"I really like what he said today. The night in Gotham belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Same as sleepy.

Seeing his expression, Jason shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the trauma of the previous period made you always sleep badly, but you have to take the initiative to rest instead of letting yourself sleep at night." Didn't you realize that your mental state is not good when you go out for a walk?"

"Of course he didn't notice, and he definitely planned to continue running out tonight, maybe he planned to stay up until midnight with those Batman fans and wait for him to show up."

Tim's voice sounded at the door, and he walked in with a stack of books in his arms. He passed Dick at the desk, took a look at what Jason was writing, and let out an exclamation.

"Wait a minute? What are you writing? A math problem report? Why don't I remember that the teacher left this homework?"

"Impossible, I heard from the teacher himself that I have to finish the report on the three exercises during the day tonight..."

"Hey, wait, you two transferred to the same class?" Dick looked at Tim and Jason with some doubts.

"He was transferred to my class." Tim put down the stack of books in his hand and said, "Bruce thinks that he should go to school normally, and has been looking for schools for him. As a result, the banquet a few days ago I happened to meet my dad when I was there."

"As you all know, my dad is a salesman. He crazily sold my school to Bruce, and said that the two of us could be companions when we went to school together. In the end, Bruce really agreed."

Jason also shrugged helplessly and said: "I am obviously older than him, but I still have to go to the same grade as him. It's really terrible!"

"It's not wronging you, your science grades are really bad." Tim and Jason sat together crowded together, stretched their necks to read the exercise report he wrote, and stretched out their fingers The above line says:

"The exercise report is for you to write your ideas for solving problems. What are you writing? The grammatical error of the person who wrote the question? Even if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow, I won't be scolded more than you."

"God, let me go! Sitting in the car with you skinny kids every day to school is almost killing me!" Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said: "I hate math!"

Tim smiled brightly. He pulled Jason's arm closer to him and said, "We're counting on you for the football game this semester. You've got to blow up the big guy in the next class." dog head!"

"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, and then he pushed the homework in front of Tim to Tim and said, "Help me finish the math problem report, and I'll help you write the grammar class paper."

"Okay, but you have to write the arithmetic problems yourself, these problems are so simple that I don't want to waste another second on them... Oh, Dick, where are you going?" Tim looked up at the station in confusion up dick.

Dick turned around, so no one could see his expression, he coughed twice and said, "I'm going to do my homework too."

"Can't you just stay here and write? Ask Alfred to deliver the homework, and you can save a few lights." Jason stopped him and said.

Dick shook his hand lightly, shook his head and said, "I'm too far behind your grades. My homework needs a quieter environment to complete."

After finishing speaking, he left. Tim looked at his back feeling a little puzzled. Jason pursed his lips and said, "Did you see that? He's actually quite upset."

"Why?" Tim asked a little puzzled.

"You forgot, some time ago, Dick was traumatized, Bruce has been with him, let the two of us be self-reliant, of course, I have always been self-reliant, and I don't count on anyone." Jason shrugged said with a shrug.

"So what?" Tim still didn't understand, Jason sighed softly and explained: "Now, he is well, Bruce is busy with work and only has time at night. In recent days, he Going over our homework as soon as we get home instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember some time ago, Dick also said that he hoped that Bruce would not always go to his room, saying that he 'needs a private space', and now that Bruce really didn't go, he felt sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said: "The book says that every child will be like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."

"I sure don't," Tim agreed.

When Dick went downstairs, he greeted Alfred a little sleepily, then buried himself in his bedroom, closed the door tightly and never came out again.

In his bedroom, Dick sat on the edge of the bed and rummaged through his schoolbag first, and sorted out the homework to be written. Instead of going to the desk, he just sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the homework in his hands start writing.

But before writing for a while, he frowned. Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math problems were also more difficult.

They all went to private schools, they received elite education, and the difficulty was not low. Dick's grades were actually not very good, and he could be regarded as an upper-middle level before, but after he recuperated at home for a period of time , Some of them can't keep up with the courses, and now they have become the lower-middle level of grades.

Dick wrote and scratched for a long time, but couldn't get an answer at all. He threw the draft paper on the ground a little annoyed, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, as if he refused to admit defeat Keep counting.

But mathematics is something that can't be done. Dick missed a little bit of thinking, walked into a dead end, and began to get into the corner of calculation, and the more he calculated, the more he couldn't figure it out.

Dick thumped the bed next to him vigorously, but he didn't know who he was angry with. He looked up at the clock, showing a disappointed expression.

Sitting there and thinking for a while, Dick put down his homework, dragged out a toolbox from under the bed, put on hooks and other equipment, opened the window and climbed down the wall to the garden.

In the moonlight reflected by the sea, the huge city turned into a silhouette with a bright outline. A slender and powerful figure ran fast above the roof, and finally stopped in the center of the moon.

Dick touched the edge of the eye mask. He turned his head and looked at the tallest building in the city center. There was also a black shadow there, taller and stronger, like a mountain that could never be overcome .

Dick knew that when he was looking at Batman, Batman wasn't looking at him.

Batman is looking at this city, this city that belongs to him, he is the **** of this city, every building, every car, every person here is his child.

Dick once admired Batman's great ideals and wanted to embark on this path, but when he stood here again and looked at Batman's figure, what flashed through his mind was the idea of ​​being on the hospital bed. Before, Bruce was a little sleepy but still looked into his eyes.

Dick had believed that Batman was a **** in the dark, the greatest man he had ever known, understood, and had access to, and he would adore Batman all his life.

But now, he felt a little guilty, as if he had made another friend behind his best friend's back, and that friend liked him even more. The later friend was Bruce.

Compared to Batman, Bruce is more like a real person. When he tucks Dick in, he doesn't look great at all, even a little too ordinary, which can't satisfy any teenager's hero dream.

Dick wants to be Batman but wants Bruce to be with him, and he feels too greedy and frustrated that he can't.

Standing on the top of the building for a while, Dick did not jump to a closer building as before, observing Batman from a closer distance~IndoMTL.com~, but turned around feeling disappointed, intending to return to Wayne Manor to write Operation.

But when he turned around and jumped over the gap between the two buildings, he saw a dark figure appearing in the alley below.

He is so tall and strong, but he is out of tune with the surrounding environment, with a strong dark atmosphere, even darker than the night of Gotham.

"...Batman?" Dick called out subconsciously. The next second, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, how could he be Batman? Batman is far away."

But the curiosity aroused by that glimpse made Dick scratch his heart. He squatted on the roof of the building and hesitated for a while, but he still climbed down the drainpipe and came to the dark alley.

But when he landed on the ground, the figure had long since disappeared. Dick looked around and felt a little disappointed. He felt that his mental trauma might not be healed yet, so he had hallucinations.

Dick stood there scratching his head, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, there were two cracking sounds behind him.

Instinctively, Dick jumped to the side, somersaulted onto the wall, and squatted on the wall like a nimble cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley with burning eyes.

As a dark figure came out of the darkness, Dick's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted:

"Batman?!"

But in an instant, he took two steps back vigilantly, stood up while leaning on the wall next to him, stared at the figure in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"No! You're not Batman!"

A low voice, darker than Gotham's night, came from the end of the alley:

"I am."