In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1218: The Cry of the Lamb (End)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

When Bruce saw Schiller in the interrogation room, he was still wearing a straitjacket and a mask, and he was not exonerated as Amanda said.

From the expression between his brows and eyes, Bruce understood that he had been waiting for him here a long time ago, and it was time for this series of farce to come to an end.

When Bruce sat across from Schiller, every detail of the whole thing from beginning to end began to play in his mind.

If Bruce had to make a summary of this matter, it would be that, for the first time, he discovered that everyone in the situation was arrogant, glorified themselves, and not perfect.

Bruce feels that Schiller is an autistic patient, so he needs to be treated. The treatment method is to bind himself, and he will never be able to break away from the society of ordinary people, regardless of whether arrogance wants freedom or not.

Thomas, as Bruce's father, preset the scene in his heart. He is the most important person in Bruce's life. Bruce will not live well without him. From this, it can be deduced that Bruce must have embarked on the wrong way.

Thomas failed to cover up his thinking, and Schiller caught the loophole in his heart. Schiller gave him more affirmation, helped him to do evil, and made him more convinced of what he had imagined.

As his father's authority, he felt that he was doing Bruce's best, so he used violent means to force him to bow his head, thinking that his judgment and suggestion must be correct, and the other party must listen and follow suit. He did what he said, or it would have been even more miserable.

As for Schiller, who is Bruce's teacher, the sick Schiller felt that he was doing it for the sake of arrogance, so he forcibly bound him to Batman without asking his opinion.

Arrogance feels that he is also for the good of Bruce, in order to let him pass the exam and face possible dangers, so he has continuously established his authority for four years, oppressing Bruce as a father.

To put it simply, all people continue to implement their will on others, and firmly feel that their will is right and for the good of the other party, and this is the essence of patriarchy.

Whether patriarchy is power cloaked in love, or love cloaked in power, it is actually hard to tell.

Perhaps, the father's suggestion was right, and perhaps the son's resistance was also right, but none of this could cover up that everyone was hurting each other in the name of love.

And at this time, I have to say that old saying again, love is not control, but fulfillment.

More importantly, you can't just give the other party what you want, let alone force him to accept it.

When Bruce was sitting opposite Schiller, he had already thought about this clearly, but he still had one question he didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and asked, "...Aren't you angry?"

Bruce was very angry when he found out that Thomas used violent means to treat him, but it was actually because of his previous resistance to him, and when he found out that Thomas was avenging himself.

Because of this violent method, the starting point is no longer love. It is the result of the deterioration of patriarchy, and it is simply to vent one's selfish desires.

And Bruce knew that he had done this before, originally. All this should end after he let Schiller drink blood, because the starting point of this move is still to bind Schiller to the society of ordinary people and to get him treated.

But after that, Bruce used his morbid views to prevent the arrogant Schiller from disarming the controller at will, and let him return to the cell. It was indeed the four years of mutual torture between him and Schiller before revenge.

So, isn't Schiller angry?

If he's angry, why doesn't he just leave prison and go back to Gotham?

Bruce knew that whether Schiller rushed back to beat him up, or used a complicated plan like a ball of yarn to make him bad luck, he really had no good way to resist, and he would definitely It hurts.

But Schiller didn't do that.

Bruce desperately wanted to hear the answer, so he stood up. He walked behind Schiller, put his hands around his neck, took off his mask, and then unlocked the straitjacket fastened to the chair.

The next second, Bruce was spinning, and with a "bang", Schiller threw him directly to the ground, then stood beside him, looking down at him.

"You're not going to be a little lucky about whether I'm angry with you, Bruce?"

Bruce, who was thrown, felt his eyes go black in an instant. His physical condition was not good, and he fell heavily on the ground, making him feel like his lungs were split into pieces.

"I know you're angry, but why..."

"Because I am your teacher." A black umbrella slowly appeared in Schiller's hand.

Bruce didn't see the anger in Schiller's eyes, there was more helplessness there.

"I know, you want to save me, I know, your starting point is love, and I appreciate your affection, so it is even more important to preserve a bit of decency for our relationship..." Schiller said in a low tone explain.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes, he looked straight at Schiller, Schiller picked up the umbrella, stroked the umbrella surface, looked down at Bruce and said:

"The best education in this world is to teach by precept and example. I have to do it first before I can teach you how to resist patriarchy and how to exercise patriarchy."

Before Bruce even had time to be moved, a strong premonition of danger enveloped him. Schiller put the umbrella in front of him, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared on the tip of the umbrella.

"Thank you for your kindness. I am very moved, but I don't accept it. If you want to force me to accept it, it is just satisfying your selfish desire. In this case, you will bear the consequences."

As soon as the voice fell, Schiller held the handle of the umbrella and stabbed Bruce's abdomen from top to bottom, blood splattered everywhere.

Bruce curled up in pain, the umbrella knife did not hit the vital point, but it only made him hurt more. In the dimness, Schiller's gesture of pulling out the knife was still very elegant and very decent, forming a sharp contrast with his hysteria Compared.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Bruce knew what he was going to say. This is a reverse game. Whoever realizes the principle of giving in because of love earlier will win.

Schiller backed down earlier than he did, gave him more, loved more than he did, and the clown won, again.

And at this moment, Bruce found that he was really a hopeless megalomaniac, even in things like giving in, fulfilling, and giving love to others, he wanted to win.

At this point, it doesn't matter who loves who more, the main thing is to win.

Therefore, Bruce, who was lying on the ground, covered his wound, looked at Schiller with slack eyes, and said word by word: "It seems...we all understand...love is not about asking, but about giving. It is to give the other party what they want most..."

"And I know... what you want most... is freedom."

With that, Bruce grabbed the umbrella that wasn't too far from his body.

Before Schiller could react, Bruce grabbed the umbrella, pulled Schiller's arm holding the umbrella, and brought the umbrella knife close to his neck.

Then without hesitation and resolutely, he opened the artery on the side of his neck.

"Shh!"

The last scene Bruce saw was the expression of the never-smiling professor, who could be called panicked.

About a few hours later, in the room of Wayne Manor, Bruce, with bandages on his neck, chest and abdomen, was lying on the bed with a blank expression, and Schiller, with a stiff expression and dazed eyes, slumped in the chair next to him superior.

On the other side of the bed, Gordon, Victor, Alberto, Copperpot, Thomas, Lucifer, Alfred, and even Amanda and Angela stood in unison. a row.

Their eyes did not fall on Bruce and Schiller, but on another tall figure at the end of the bed, which was Clark Kent.

"Friends, can anyone explain to me why this is???" Clark spread his hands, his eyes flicked over everyone's faces.

In the face of the very sincere and puzzled eyes of the young people in the small town, everyone was speechless.

"The experience of Bruce and Schiller you just mentioned, can I also understand that two mental patients were forced to hurt each other for four full years in a very complicated relationship without any control? Years, and all of you, just look at it like this???"

Clark spread his arms a little wider, and raised his voice, which was as sharp as the cries of a lamb born on a farm:

"No one can take care of it???!

! "

"Did you realize that the two of them are mental patients???" Clark's tone was full of disbelief.

"They are incapacitated! They need someone to look after them, someone to look after them, and someone to help them live! This is common sense even for country doctors who work in our small town...you are big city people!

! "

Clark walked up to Schiller and Bruce, pointed at them with both hands and said:

"Because this city is unbelievably rotten, you should realize that there is something wrong with the two of them when they are here like fish in water!

What kind of IQ does this kind of common sense judgment require? !

The people on the opposite side looked a little embarrassed, Victor cleared his throat and said: "But they themselves feel that they don't need help, and we are not good..."

"Every mental patient thinks he is not crazy!" Clark looked at Victor in disbelief and said, "If everyone listens to them, then there is no need for mental hospitals in this world!"

"I don't think the matter is that serious..." Lucifer also said.

The expression Clark stared at his face clearly said, "Look at the state of the two of them and say it again."

Lucifer was speechless, Gordon coughed twice and said, "Indeed, they are a bit out of line this time..."

"A bit out of line?!

God! A student sent his teacher to prison and tortured him. A teacher tricked the student's father into trouble with him and broke three of his ribs. Finally, the teacher stabbed him. The student grabbed the teacher's hand The knife wiped his own neck, and then, do you call this 'a bit out of line'? ? !

Clark took a deep breath, he held his chest and took two steps back, looked at everyone present and said, "You should all go to a mental hospital, I'm serious!"

Thomas frowned. Bruce's last few words had already made him understand that Schiller might be lying to him, so just as he was about to open his mouth to express his dissatisfaction with Schiller, Clark stretched out his hand , suppressed all human speech.

"Whatever you may think, I believe that I must be responsible for my friend's unhinged life, which may have been caused by my indifference to him, failure to provide him with the help he requested, or delay in providing help of."

"And when this kind of thing has happened, I must try to improve his situation as much as possible to make up for what I owe him."

Clark put his hands on his hips, glanced at Bruce, then at Schiller and said, "Bruce is my good friend, and Schiller is a teacher I have always respected."

"I'm sorry, both of them are mental patients, but according to my superficial medical knowledge, the most important thing now is to separate them and let them have a quiet, warm and comfortable recuperation environment. "

"This city sees no sunshine and is very humid all year round, and the rain here is also weird, which is completely opposite to the environment for mental patients to recuperate, but our friends let them live here without knowing it For four years, I have neglected to take care and concern for them, and I think this is the culprit for their illness to develop to today!"

"So, we should let them go to a sunny, warm, and comfortable environment for their body and mind. After their mental state is really able to take care of themselves, we will end the care of them...Is there any objection?"

When Clark said these words, his voice trembled a little, and he was obviously extremely angry. In this state, Clark himself didn't realize how powerful he was, which caused the group of active-minded demons and ghosts on the opposite side to Leng is speechless.

"Okay, that's the decision! I think the farm in my hometown in Kansas is a good environment, so I will take one of them. Now, you two decide, who will go with me!"

Bruce, lying on the bed, said in a breathless voice: "I have a plan, we can..."

"No plan!" Clark cut him off immediately.

Schiller also said in a voice that was like a gossamer: "How about we make a bet? Just bet..."

"No betting!" Clark interrupted again.

"Your chaotic, insane, hallucinatory brains are not suitable for making any plans at all, and don't even think about betting with anyone... Now, right now, right now, guess the game!"

In the end, Bruce took the initiative to choose to leave with Clark, not because he lost in the boxing game, but mainly because he couldn't lift his arm, but Schiller could.

[The novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of chasing bugs.]

Still the same sentence, even if Batman is dead, buried, and the grass grows on the grave, he will cry out from the deep underground, "Anyone can beat him, but the clown can't!"

In a sense, this may also be the will of the universe, which is helpless.

As for Lucifer, he planned to take Schiller to the west coast. The business of the bar had been bad, and he had already planned to change cities.

After the crowd dispersed, Lucifer stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor in the Wayne Manor. Seeing Clark approaching, he said, "They are really lucky to have a friend like you."

"No, I am lucky to be able to help my friends. It will let them know ~IndoMTL.com~ that I love them. Let others feel my love, which makes me feel sincerely happy."

Lucifer lowered his head, as if thinking of something, and said after a while: "I used to have a friend like this, but my arrogance made me screw up everything."

"You can apologize to him." Clark said directly.

"He's gone."

"Then go and find him."

"He is dead."

"Then apologize to his tombstone."

Lucifer stared at Clark, he didn't know how to evaluate, the young man in front of him was outrageously straightforward, even a little naive, but maybe it was because of this naivety, what he said had a kind of shocking The magic that fascinates people.

Late at night, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel asked with some concern: "Do you really need me to follow? Professor Schiller's ability to take care of himself is really a bit..."

Lucifer shook his head. He looked at the packed luggage, turned and went upstairs, and said as he walked: "This is the last night he will spend in the manor. I will go and see him sleeping. How are you doing?"

After entering the room, Schiller was already fast asleep. Prison life was not so easy to pass, and the scene of Bruce's blood splattered reminded him of some memories he thought had long gone.

The white and huge angel wings spread out and lowered again, helping Schiller to cover the disturbing light from the gap in the curtains, causing his brows to slowly open, those nightmares are far away, Schiller finally fell asleep.

The sound of fine rain and rumbling thunder sounded at the same time, and the "sorry" mixed in it sounded like a sigh of regret and a cry of sadness.