In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 742: Gotham 1990

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The early spring in Gotham is not as gentle as in the wilderness. In this season when everything grows, the wind is still howling here every night.

However, the sound of the wind from outside the window could not cover the sound of the flames burning in the fireplace. Merkel, who was chilling, put the firewood she had just brought from the warehouse into the fireplace again.

The flame made his shadow stretch very long. In the hall where the lights were not turned on, the outlines of every piece of furniture were faintly visible in the light and shadow of the flame.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and Merkel got up and turned around. He walked quickly to Schiller who had just come downstairs, and took the coat from the hanger next to him. After Schiller put on the coat, he took it from the umbrella stand. black umbrella.

Merkel looked down at her watch and said, "Sir, the opera doesn't start until nine o'clock tonight. Do you have an appointment with someone else?"

"That's right, someone invited me to the restaurant next to the Grand Theater for dinner, and he called the school directly to find me, so you don't know." Schiller adjusted his tie in the mirror, Merck Er picked up the duster and dusted off the dust from the corner of his clothes. He said: "It seems that this is a modernist gentleman. He invited you to dinner and actually called the school directly."

"Yes, after all, this year is 1990, the new year has a new atmosphere, and many old orders should be withdrawn."

After finishing speaking, Schiller walked out from the gate and boarded the car he had reserved in advance. Through the window glass, he could see that the road was extremely prosperous. .

After the development of Gotham's logistics business is getting better and better, the corresponding supporting service facilities are also constantly developing. The catering business in the East District is extremely hot, especially those local restaurants that are small, even slightly poor and dilapidated , has become a favorite of longshoremen and truck drivers.

Every restaurant near the logistics gathering area will have the following characteristics. The materials used may not be the best, but the quantity must be large enough. Word of mouth among workers and other groups, then there is absolutely no need to worry about business.

When Schiller was in the car, heading to a restaurant near the Grand Theater for an appointment, Coppert was also in the car, traveling from the North District to the East District to prepare for the opening of the Bingshan Restaurant.

Before he decided to open the restaurant, he did a lot of research, so he chose the East Side location.

The vast majority of restaurants here conform to the guidelines mentioned before. Sitting in the car and looking out the window, the roads here are still a bit broken. Compared with the re-prosperous West End, there is no luxury here. There is no gothic front door, no swashbuckling characters, no restaurant signs written in French, and no waiters in suits and leather shoes whose reflections are brighter than lamps.

Copper saw that all the restaurants here do not have any decent facades. Most of them are remodeled on the first floor of residential houses. There is a small round window for passing out food and a wooden door. An awning, with a sign hanging next to the awning, which says what exactly is sold here.

French lamb chops and Italian desserts are not popular here at all. As the vehicle slowly advances, it enters the commercial street with the most traffic. The most popular restaurant there is called "Anderson Old Street Steakhouse" .

The steak here is not the kind of high-end steak that is placed on a delicate porcelain plate. After being cut, it is slightly red and still oozes juice. Coppert, who has investigated the purchaser and purchase channel, knows best. Anderson That old **** can't bear to buy good beef, he will only buy the cheapest kind.

The steak here is not authentic. The most famous dish here is called Old Street Secret Steak. It is poured on the steak with a large bowl of chili sauce. The secret chili sauce is Anderson's life here. Capital.

The small steakhouse has less than ten tables, and they are all full of people at the moment, and many people are squatting outside the door to eat.

Gotham is wet and cold all year round, and the spicy food here is very popular. Coppert took advantage of this and hired a Mexican to make chili sauce for him. At the same time, people who do manual labor will always crave a lot For meat and carbohydrates, the bigger and thicker the steak, the better. It would be even better if you can dip it in bread with some juice.

Copperpot recalled the menu of his restaurant, and he certainly did not forget to put a large thick-cut steak with bread on the first place of the main course.

At the moment when the car roared past, the "jingle bell" bell rang, and Cobblepot looked out the window on the right side, a dozen children surrounded a bakery, and someone was carrying boxes, Someone is packing bread, someone else is counting milk.

Coppert also worked like this for a while, when his mother was just hospitalized in a psychiatric hospital. Of course, he went to deliver bread and milk, not just to make money, but more importantly to figure out these things The trajectories of the hawkers.

There is a huge ambition in his heart, he hopes that these children can be used by him, and in the end he did, and now he is the veritable king of children in Gotham.

It sounds like this is not a very powerful title, but everyone in Gotham knows that a person with this title will definitely have a place in Gotham's upper class, and the foundation is stronger than anyone else.

In the process of the development of the logistics industry, it is not that it has experienced setbacks. The previous snowstorm hit Gotham's newly developed industry head-on, but this made the development of the Gotham Children's Gang better and better.

The door is closed due to heavy snow, the weather is freezing, and the roads are congested, making it impossible to go out to work. Everyone stays at home, so what about food, drink and firewood?

Most people will not choose to buy by themselves. On the one hand, they don’t know which store has the goods. Do you want to take a trip?

On the other hand, in a city full of gangsters, a strong adult walking around other people's territory at will is easy to get shot.

But the children don’t have to worry about this anymore. This is what they do. Which bakery has stock, where can they get the freshest warm milk, seasoning beer, and where to buy daily necessities? Clearly.

The gangsters don't care about these kids, and they don't see them breaking into the territory as a provocation, and they know too many small roads, especially the underpass, as long as they pay a little errand fee, newspaper, bread, milk, beer , has everything.

Coppert figured out their context in a very short time, and because the previous child king was involved in Constantine's matter, he has now been sacrificed to the devil.

Afterwards, the gang of several children fought very hard, just to compete for the throne of the king of children. At the beginning, Cobbot, who came out halfway, was questioned by many people.

However, Penguin's ambition and wisdom are unquestionable. He can successfully sit on the throne of the King of Children not only by violence, but more importantly, he can bring everyone together to make money.

There is no child with his strength, who can coordinate all the children in Gotham, rearrange suitable positions and the most efficient routes for them, so that their daily income can be doubled. Customers have conflicts.

The bakery in the East District will sell milk part-time. Every morning, fresh milk will be delivered to the bakery from the ranch outside the city. Children can directly buy bread and milk here. Buy cigarettes and beer at smoke shops and bars, and buy a newspaper at the newsagent as you go.

Coppert set these things into different packages. If someone only buys bread and milk, the hawkers will recommend adding a newspaper to them. If someone often buys cigarettes and beer, the hawkers will recommend to them He recommends the breakfast set.

During the snow disaster, they were trapped at home, so they had no choice but to drive these children to go shopping, but after they got used to it, they found it really convenient.

Before getting up every morning, hot milk and steaming bread are already waiting outside the door. When you want to drink every evening, you can have a drink without going to the bar.

After a few months like this, the vast majority of Gotham citizens have already bought the full package,

For a family of three in an ordinary family in the East District, for breakfast, they will order a pound of ordinary white bread, a bottle of milk, and those with better family conditions will add two slices of bacon and ham, plus a newspaper.

As for those who like to buy cigarettes and alcohol, they usually order the day before and deliver it the next day, and the same goes for daily necessities.

Although the East End is a slum, because Gotham's overall economic level is good and the supplies are relatively abundant, the people here are not so poor that they go hungry for nine meals in three days. Water and electricity cut off, plus diseases caused by poor sanitation.

The transformation of the slums of the Living Hell is going very smoothly. Now it has reached the third phase. The entire periphery of the Living Hell has been completely remodeled. resistance.

The living conditions and sanitation conditions in the Living Hell have become unbearable. I think it's fine to keep it as it is.

A local who has lived here since he was a child, has never read a book, and has almost no contact with other places, has no urgent need to improve his life. After all, life is not impossible.

They are very envious of those gentlemen who live in the manor and go to theaters and high-end restaurants every day. They occasionally have such dreams, but this does not mean that they are willing to let their houses be changed into a mess.

The living habits of this generation have been formed, and they have no higher pursuits, as long as they have enough food and the house is not leaking, so in the end, the problem went around and went back to education.

If you want them to accept the change from the bottom of their hearts, you must raise the level of education to make them realize that this kind of living environment and sanitation is abnormal, but the possibility of this generation starting education from scratch is very low , then in the end, we still have to start with the child.

This is also the reason why the godfather allowed Copperpot to change the originally luxurious mansion into an ordinary restaurant. This will let the children here see that another society is different from the environment in which they live. The motivation to climb upwards is the motivation to receive education.

Coppert arrived at the Bingshan restaurant by car. At this time, the children who had changed into waiter uniforms were standing in a row, listening to a waiter explaining the job requirements to them.

"First of all, I want to teach you to clean. I don't know if you have done such a job, but it is very simple. Everyone is divided into three groups, one group is responsible for dry cleaning, one group is responsible for wet cleaning, and the rest The team is responsible for changing the water, all you have to do is to clean the floor, tables and chairs..."

"The stronger ones go to the water change group, and the weakest ones go to the cleaning group. You, yes, it's you. Have you gone down the fever?" The waiter called out the thinnest boy among them, He reached out and touched the little boy's head and said, "No, your fever hasn't gone down, go back and take another medicine, and then lie down."

But who knows, the little boy trembled and said: "I can work... I'm not sick, I can wipe the floor, I've done it before..."

"Yeah, if you take a rag and put it in cold water to wash, then you will die tonight, do you expect me to get up in the middle of the night and throw your body into the trash can?" Coppert walked quickly He stepped forward and said, "If you are all dead like this, who will do the work?"

The waiter urged the little boy and said, "Go, if you are well tomorrow, we will call you."

The little boy sniffed, the fear on his face weakened slightly, he nodded and walked down.

After the rest of the children started to work, Copperpot discovered that they actually couldn't work at all, and they couldn't even do the simplest mopping.

The oldest of these children is only seven or eight years old, and they are extremely thin due to long-term malnutrition. They can hardly do any physical work, but in fact, the scope of erasure is not large. can finish.

But they didn't know how to wipe the floor. Instead of going back and forth, they wiped forward. As soon as they wiped the floor, they were trampled and dirty again. The two of them worked together to wipe a chair, and the surface of the chair was wiped reflective No, the chair legs haven't been wiped at all.

Copperpot stood there watching for a while, he was not angry, but turned to the waiter and said, "Is Mrs. George there? Let her come over and teach them how to work, except for mopping the floor." In addition, they also have to learn how to boil water, serve dishes, shine shoes, carry luggage, collect umbrellas, etc..."

The waiter shook his head and said: "It's okay to wipe the floor and serve dishes, but other tasks require a lot of strength. Maybe we should try to see if they can do it..."

"It's not that I haven't hired professional waiters like you. Tomorrow, they will come to report. One person will take care of two children. Let them help first. If you really can't do this job, let them deliver Newspaper."

After Cobbot finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs without further arrangements. His attention was never completely on these children, as if he didn't care about them at all, but those children saw him With this attitude, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Because they know that if Cobbot puts all his energy on them like his original parents did, it means that he will definitely want to get back ten times and a hundred times the reward from them.

If Coppert doesn't care much about them, how well they work and how much they earn, it means that he is actually very rich and doesn't need to squeeze them to make money.

After coming upstairs, Coppert stood on the balcony of the mansion building, where he could see the lights of the pier. Although it had started to rain, the pier was still full of traffic. On the truck, in storage in cold storage.

It won't take long for these goods to be taken out of the cold storage, put on other vehicles, and sent to various parts of the East Coast.

Gotham has now become the largest distribution center for cold chain transportation on the east coast. The natural cold storage covering the entire Gotham underground has become the trump card for this megacity's sustainable industry turnaround.

The cold chain industry can be used as the economic pillar of a city. Generally speaking, the cold chain industry in coastal cities does not exist in isolation, and most of them also cooperate with fishery, light processing industry and tourism.

Such supporting industries may not necessarily make this city a first-tier city, but it can indeed become the basis for economic development.

The problem is that Gotham has no way to develop fishery, light processing industry and tourism, and the cold chain industry alone cannot replace those unsustainable gray or even black industries.

"It is indeed much better now." Gordon put down the fork in his hand and wiped his mouth. Everyone has a job to do, and the chances of committing a crime are much smaller.”

"Working consumes physical energy. Under the condition of exhausting physical strength, the gang fire will bleed and get injured. Working can make money. Fire may expand your territory, but the income may not be as much as working, so why not Going to work?" Schiller said while cutting the steak on the plate.

"That's right, that's it. The bosses of the gangsters I often deal with say so. The people below are too busy to hold guns. He said, if I drive a police car along the entire street to patrol, maybe I can't even meet a person who will shoot me, which was unimaginable before." Gordon said with a sigh.

He held the wine glass, leaned back on the chair and said: "But the most important problem now is the education of the children."

"There are 23 community primary schools in Gotham, which may sound like a lot, but for a megacity on the east coast, this number is pitifully small, even if it is not compared with the metropolis, it is only compared with Brudhaven. Bludhaven is only one-fifth the size of Gotham, but they have 16 elementary schools.”

"This is actually against the law, but because the previous mayor had no strength, no change was made at all."

"There are even fewer middle schools, and there is only one university. This kind of educational conditions, even in the west, can be said to be pitifully weak."

Schiller lightly tapped the table with his fingertips and asked: "Do you think there are fewer schools because people in Gotham are unwilling to receive education, or because people in Gotham are unwilling to receive education because of fewer schools?"

Gordon was stunned for a moment and said: "I think it's the former, because I saw in the file that there were originally more than forty schools in Gotham City, but later, many schools were closed for various reasons. , of which security reasons accounted for the vast majority.”

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think it's the latter."

"Want to hear more about it," said Gordon.

"Some time ago, I read "The History of Urban Construction on the East Coast" which mentioned the situation in Gotham. At first, all the schools in Gotham were established by churches or privately invested by wealthy families. No."

"The church and private primary schools have monopolized the education here, which has led to the loss of the opportunity for the vast majority of citizens to receive education. The church primary schools only allow a very small number of citizens to enroll, and the private primary schools invested by private investors are only for the wealthy. The opening of the children of man."

"Later, the law and order in Gotham City began to get worse and worse. Some rich people left here, their investment was interrupted, and the school was abandoned. Later, the church began to stop paying attention to this evil place. The elementary school opened in the past is either invested by the Twelve Family or the Wayne Family."

"No matter in terms of quantity or quality, it is impossible to support the educational requirements of such a large city. Over time, the vast majority of Gotham citizens are limited by their education level and cannot engage in technical jobs."

Gordon fell into deep thought. He said: "I haven't really paid attention to this issue, but why didn't there be a public elementary school when Gotham was built? Doesn't the state assembly care?"

Schiller shook his head. Lucifer erased the existence of the Court of Owls before, but Gotham has not changed for the better. This means that the setting of Gotham as a city of sin may be the basic rule of the DC universe. , the Court of Owls has been wiped out, and there may be other forces.

In short, someone must have interfered with the development of Gotham's education, otherwise, there would not be a city in the United States at the end of the 20th century, and most of the people had never even attended elementary school.

"If you want to improve the education level of the citizens, you have to run a primary school. If you want to run a primary school, you have to be rich. If you want to be rich, you have to develop new industries. It's an endless loop." Gordon put his hand on his forehead and said, "But if companies and gangs are involved in the construction of the school, it won't work."

"The gangsters have spontaneously started to set up schools." Schiller put a piece of shrimp steak into his mouth and said: "But they are destined not to develop systematic education. Pull people to security training, no one wants to teach grammar, calculation, art and thinking logic at the same time.”

"That's the problem." Schiller shook his head and said, "They have no way of understanding what systematic education is teaching. They feel that it is very correct to learn what they don't know."

"Actually, I also thought about this question before." Gordon touched his cheek and said: "I used to think, I don't plan to be a musician, so why do I need to take music lessons? I don't need it for the job I do now. Calculation, then why should I learn arithmetic?"

"It's still the same sentence. The process of learning these things is actually helping people build a way of thinking, but it is difficult for you to explain these things to the gangsters. They hope to see the effect tomorrow."

Schiller tapped the plate lightly with a fork and said: "I discussed this matter with Victor and Anna. We think that we can open a vocational high school and let all those who want to learn technology go there. .”

"If you learn technology, you can improve your living standards, broaden your horizons, understand the outside world, and realize the significance of systematic education. Then, they may let their children do the same as people in other cities. Systematic education, this is a relatively conservative approach.”

Gordon nodded in agreement, but Schiller said: "The problem is that this technical school must maintain its purity. We cannot let this turn into a gang war."

"Some gangsters hope that their subordinates will have more electricians, and some gangsters manage the tap water. Naturally, they need talents in this area. Even the twelve families have their own priorities. They want the school to only teach this subject. class so they can squeeze in more students, but you know, that's not possible.”

Gordon sighed with some regret and said: "In a city where no force can suppress gangsters, it is very difficult to confront them. The Gotham Police Department may be able to do some security work, but we certainly don't A way to deal with the Twelve Families."

"What if the Wayne family enters?" Schiller asked.

"But he doesn't need to do this at all." Gordon shook his head and said, "Everyone knows that this must be a troublesome matter. Which department recruits more people, which department recruits fewer people, and how many people can be recruited by each family?" People come in, how to distribute between the big and small gangs... This will cause a lot of conflicts."

And Gordon hesitated and said: "I always feel that Bruce has not turned a corner. I don't know what he thinks. He seems to want to save this city and everyone here."

Schiller smiled and asked: "Why do you ask such a question? Don't you think so?"

Gordon shook his head helplessly and said, "No, we're different. Batman wants to put all the sick in the hospital, all the criminals in prison, and all the kids in school. They all stay where they should be, so as to create a perfect society.”

"I'm not saying this is wrong, but we all know that it's unrealistic, maybe he knows it too, maybe he thinks that if you practice with such a high goal, it's a good thing if you can save one. .”

Schiller looked at Gordon and asked, "Who do you think Batman or Bruce can save Gotham?"

"If it was Batman who asked me this question, I would definitely say it was him." Gordon pursed his lips and said, "I hope to give every good person the answer they want to hear, but because the person who asked this question is You, a professor of psychology, so I can only say that I prefer Bruce."

"We all know that Bruce Wayne is a rich man. Rich people in this world do things much more simply, and the same is true when it comes to saving lives."

"Then you know why he doesn't want to do it?" Schiller lowered his head to eat, and then asked: "You know why, he would rather spend a lot of money to maintain that expensive outrageous armor, and then go to Shaking fists with criminals, saving people one by one, are you unwilling to save the city as Bruce?"

Gordon shook his head and said, "This is what I can't figure out the most. It's spending money, why not spend it in more useful places?"

"Has it ever occurred to you that someone might have done this, but it didn't work out, and it cost him so much that he kept resisting doing it," Schiller said.

"But I don't think Batman is such an easily swayed person. Even if others fail, he will feel that he may not fail. He is quite aggressive and will not be swayed by others." Gordon shared Start talking.

"What if this person is his parents?"

Gordon was silent.

"A wealthy businessman, a generous philanthropist, and a kind-hearted rich man, these identities did not bring a good ending for his parents. The Wayne couple tried to save the city, but in the end, they died , and Bruce witnessed all this with his own eyes."

"If it was you, would you go this way again?" Schiller looked at Gordon and asked.

Gordon was silent for a long time, and Schiller went on to say: "We regard the soul of Bruce Wayne as the identity of a third person. He has two choices, either becoming Bruce Wayne or becoming a bat." Hero."

"His rationality will definitely tell him that the path to become Bruce Wayne is much simpler, and there are too many resources at his disposal. If coupled with his wisdom, he may really be able to Save the city."

"His reason will also tell him that the road to becoming Batman is too difficult. It sounds like a joke to save a city of sin by fighting crime."

"People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If anyone violates this innate instinct, it means that there must be reasons driving him to do so. Most of the time, this driving force comes from Heart."

"At least in my observation..." Schiller paused and said, "He hates the identity of Bruce Wayne, and he doesn't want to be Bruce Wayne."

"He became Batman, not because he wanted to be Batman, but because he didn't want to be Bruce Wayne, didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his parents, and he was terrified of it."

Schiller sighed softly and said: "When he was Bruce Wayne, he was also doing charity non-stop. He spent a lot of money, but his purpose was not to save people, but to spend money. It's just that he feels that Bruce Wayne can't save anyone, just like he can't save his parents."

"He has no hope for Bruce Wayne, because Bruce Wayne can't save his parents, and he can't save anyone."

Gordon looked at his plate and said: "I feel very sorry for his tragic childhood experience, but if this continues, he may go to the other extreme."

"His parents chose a happy family and a peaceful life. They did not use violence to treat the city, but they fell under violence. Batman is the opposite. If he chooses violence, he may You won’t have a family anymore.”

Gordon showed a sad expression, and said: "...I am the same way, I really hope that he can realize this earlier, and maybe there is a chance of redemption."

"He will."

After Schiller finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out of the window of the restaurant. The night was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the manor buildings were looming in the rising rain and fog.

When the wind blows over the roof of the manor area, you will feel the fear of those sharp Gothic spires. When you blow into the Wayne Manor through the warm windows, it does not become warm. .

"Now, you're going to sleep, go to sleep, understand? Don't stand here, don't look at me like this, lie on the bed, and fall asleep, is it hard?" Bruce put his hands on an extremely thin little The girl's shoulder said to her.

This little girl is one of the few children he brought to the hospital before. The other children are already lying on the hospital bed for treatment, but she is the only one. Crying and screaming, only fleeing and biting.

The little girl kept looking up at him, big eyes full of fear, but she didn't move at all, Bruce wanted to hug her, she ran away, cornered her, she bit and couldn't speak , unable to communicate, like a wild cat gone mad.

Bruce squatted in place, covered his eyes with his hands, and said, "Then can you tell me, what do you want to do?"

The little girl turned her head to look at the window. Bruce closed his eyes and said, "It's raining outside, and you have a high fever. If you go out, you will die immediately. Why don't you understand?"

Bruce felt that what he had said was very clear. Even Aisha could fully understand what he said, but this little girl just didn't seem to understand anything.

Bruce even had the illusion that she was deliberately against him, but when he calmed down, he felt that this was impossible. He did not abuse her. Why did she do this?

"Dick, Dick! Come here and look at her, I'll go find a book." Bruce called Dick and asked him to look at the little girl. He went to his study and brought a book related to child psychology. .

This is his textbook. He didn't read it seriously before, but now he has to read it carefully.

After watching for a long time, Bruce discovered that this little girl should have stress trauma disorder, which is a disease that often occurs in abused children. Create a safe environment for her.

Bruce looked up and looked at Wayne Manor. He felt that there was no safer place in the world than here.

The hall is covered with warm-colored floors, and all the furniture is made of solid wood. The flames burning in the fireplace are very strong, bringing warmth, and the windows and doors are tightly sealed, so that no cold wind can blow in.

If it's not safe here, are those dark and narrow alleys safer?

Bruce felt that the consolation he had done was much more than what was written in the book. He kept asking, caring, and taking care of him, but it was completely useless. , refused to drink water, and showed aggressive behavior.

Tossing until midnight, Bruce felt very tired. Fortunately, the little girl was also tired. Her physical strength could not last for so long, so she just passed out. Fortunately, Alfred checked him , fed some medicine, the fever gradually subsided, and now I just need to rest.

Bruce leaned on the sofa and wiped his face, he felt drowsy, and at this moment, he heard the sound of "da da da" footsteps, and Dick, who had already changed into pajamas, came down the stairs , holding a pillow in his hand.

In the dark hall, only the fire in the fireplace was lit, and the outlines of the furniture were clearly visible. Bruce had an illusion, as if the scene he had lived in for so many years was very strange.

"What's wrong, Dick?" Bruce asked mentally.

"I just...I just want to ask, what happened to that little girl...she?"

"...She's sick." Bruce replied, "It might make her a little irritable, but she'll be fine soon, don't worry, go back to sleep."

Dick sighed, walked to Bruce and sat down, he was next to Bruce, Bruce could even feel his body temperature, Dick turned his head, looked up to Bruce and said, "I have something to say to you."

"Go ahead." Bruce didn't look at him.

The fire from the fireplace shines on the two of them, and the light and shadow pass over their bodies. When two figures, one big and one small, sit side by side on the sofa, they always have a kind of warmth, like a father and son engraved in human genes. conversation scene.

"I think... that little girl may not really want to stay here." Dick hesitated and said, "She may not like us very much."

Dick rubbed the pillow in his hand and said: "Or, she is in pain, staying here makes her in pain, we shouldn't make her suffer, right?"

"Why does staying here make her miserable?" Bruce asked rhetorically. He said, "There are medicines and food, a safe room, and a soft bed. Why does it make him miserable?"

"If this place makes her suffer, should I send her back to the place she used to be? The broken shed with a piece of iron sheet randomly built between two alleys as a roof?"

"I don't know." Dick said, leaning his body to the other side, "I just think that if she's feeling bad, we should think about why she's feeling bad and try to make her feel as good as possible." Better."

"I'm trying to do that." Bruce raised his voice and said, "He's taken his pills and fallen asleep now, which means there's progress."

"But she passed out from exhaustion..." Dick whispered, "I just saw that she was frowning when she was sleeping..."

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, which startled Dick. He saw that Bruce thumped the table with his hand, and he immediately stood up, standing one meter away from the coffee table~IndoMTL .com~ and looked at Bruce.

Suddenly, Bruce lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Go back to sleep, Dick... Go back to sleep."

Dick faced him, took two steps back, and turned and ran upstairs until he was out of the range of the light source. Bruce was leaning on the sofa alone, listening to the night rain outside the window, and then fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, there was no Dick on the dining table. Alfred explained: "Master Dick left very early today, he went to school."

Bruce nodded and didn't speak, but Dick didn't come back until the evening. Bruce asked Alfred: "Isn't it possible to go home on Monday and Tuesday? Why didn't he come back?"

"Master Dick asked the newsboy to send back a letter just now. The general content is that he is too busy with his studies and he has to stay for a few days."

Bruce took the letter from Alfred, he saw the handwriting on it, but he couldn't recognize it, he remembered that the last time he saw Dick's workbook, the handwriting on it Still very immature.

But now, the English on this letter has a somewhat swashbuckling style, which looks like a letter written by an adult. Bruce found that he had never paid attention to these changes.

And when Gotham started to rain again, he was still sitting alone on the sofa, accompanied by only the dim and heavy bells in the manor.

Before he fell asleep, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made a decision, but as he fell asleep, he relaxed his arms, and his fingertips trembled slightly with his breathing, as if he was playing Firelight from the fireplace.

On this cold night in Gotham 1990, all that could be seen were the fleeting lightning in the sky, and the cloud shadows hidden in the rain and fog in the distance under the light.