In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 745: A lot of shadows (top)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, making Batman's vision blurry. Amidst the crimson, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, and then picked up the aperture.

Then, a pair of leather shoes came into view, and the person in front of him slowly squatted down, holding the light circle in his hand, and slammed it **** the ground, the light circle was embedded in the road surface, and half of it disappeared.

Batman rolled sideways with all his strength, got up from the ground, and kept panting in a half-kneeling position. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Schiller's face. He saw that the professor on the opposite side pushed He glanced at his glasses and said:

"Drinking, drunk driving, staying out at night, racing cars, bombing the streets, disturbing the people in the middle of the night... Batman, if you are really free recently, should you think about handing in the homework you didn't hand in before?"

Batman coughed twice. He found bloodshot eyes in his saliva, but he didn't feel any pain in his lungs. He suspected that his mouth was bleeding from the previous impact. He took a deep breath and stood up. Got up, and walked towards the Batmobile a little staggeringly.

Schiller didn't stop him, but watched him overturn the overturned Batmobile with great effort, and then sat in the cab again.

Batman squinted his eyes and wanted to step on the accelerator. In the next second, a light circle was embedded on the windshield, less than ten centimeters away from Batman's nose.

In an instant, Batman was more than half sober.

"Professor..." Batman's voice was very low. When he spoke, his lips didn't even move. resonance.

"Where do you want to drive?" Schiller asked standing in front of the Batmobile. expression.

"I want to go back to Wayne Manor." Batman replied.

"Are you planning to go back like this? Do you know how old Alfred is this year? Do you know how he will feel when he sees your blood?" Schiller retracted the aperture, and then held the aperture to illuminate around.

This is the highway out of Gotham City, but it does not leave the scope of Gotham City, but it no longer has the bustling scene of the city, so the sound of rain has become more obvious.

Ten minutes later, under the eaves of a nearby alley street, Batman was sitting on the steps, holding an aperture light in his hand, and Schiller was standing behind him, bandaging his head.

"You... did you see her? See that..." When Batman said this, he stopped, as if he was unwilling to say that word, but Schiller said directly: " Yes, I saw that corpse."

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"That was a poor child. She suffered a lot of abuse and excessive malnutrition, which greatly increased the probability of her dying. To be honest, she is lucky to be alive today."

"No." Batman shook his head and said, "I didn't take her seriously, I thought she had no resistance, so I didn't check her bedroom window at all, I didn't expect her to jump from there, she She is already very weak, even the height of the second floor is too high for her."

"I'm not optimistic about Aisha either. Aisha frightened her and caused her breathing obstruction. When her heart stopped beating, I couldn't help it."

The movement of Schiller's hand paused for a moment, and then asked: "Are you blaming all this on your lack of a better plan?"

"Isn't it?"

Schiller sighed, and just about to speak, Batman said: "Yes, I should learn more about child psychology before picking them up, and I shouldn't change their environment so frequently. Some medical methods should be used first to supplement their nutrition and improve their physical fitness..."

"I shouldn't bring her back to the manor alone, at least I should let her have a similar kind, and I should spend the first night with her instead of letting her pry the window there all night... ..."

Batman's voice began to become a little low, he said: "I thought she might run away, but I didn't think she would jump from the window, I didn't think she would dare to do it, I should know, suffer Stimulated patients are not limited by fear..."

"I should have told Dick and Aisha not to scare her before I picked her up, and after she ran out and came back, I should have taken measures to preserve her body temperature instead of standing Who is there to argue with..."

As if Batman had been holding it in for a long time, with the resurgence of drunkenness, he said quickly: "The same is true for Dick, he doesn't want to go home because I didn't consider that he might not like it now In this environment, he may not want to transfer schools again and again, he may prefer to stay with the children in the chorus class..."

"There should have been a better way to deal with this. Batman wiped the blood from his eyes with his hand and said, "If I had thought about it, I could have avoided these things. "

"Why don't you allow yourself to make mistakes?" Schiller asked.

"Because she's dead, that's a child, a child's life, anyone's life, shouldn't be paid for another person's mistakes." Batman opened his mouth and said: "If What's the difference between Batman doing something wrong and someone dying because of it, and dying because of a criminal?"

"Do you wish everything in this world went according to your plan? Do you wish you never made a mistake?" Schiller asked.

"Of course it is."

"What do you think drove you to make such a decision?" Schiller asked again.

Alcohol is constantly eroding Batman's brain. People who don't drink often are always more likely to get drunk.

Even without Schiller's hypnosis, Batman has naturally entered a hypnotic state. Various hallucinations and bizarre scenes began to appear in front of his eyes, which made him feel chills all over his body.

"Bats...it's bats." Batman replied: "One night, a group of bats flew by the window, and I heard them say to me, you can be one of us, to save this world. city..."

"It's fear that drives you to do it."

Psychiatrists are very good at interpreting strange imagery in patients' mouths, such as two unrelated things, a story that sounds like a fairy tale, or even disgusting and uncomfortable fantasies, Schiller said. All represent some emotions of the patient.

Schiller asked: "You are afraid of things that are beyond your plan. So, are you afraid of bad results that may happen outside of your plan, or are you afraid of these bad results that may be perfect for you?" Frightened by the devastation wrought by identity?"

Batman didn't seem to understand such a long series of very complicated words, he has been silent, trying to get rid of the resurging drunkenness, but he drank too much alcohol, his efforts were useless.

"Batman? Batman?" Schiller was calling him, but Batman hadn't responded. He had already entered a state of consciousness lake, commonly known as drinking to pieces.

Schiller's long series of questions became the final lullaby. In a dark alley, in a night of torrential rain, Batman just fell asleep like this, which shows that he is real. drunk.

The next morning, the rain stopped, and every morning in Gotham's spring was the same cold, Bruce sat up from the bed, and the moment he got up, he felt a severe headache.

Turned out of bed and came to the window. After opening the window, the cold wind blew through his temples, which made him feel a lot more awake.

Before pushing the door open, Bruce paused. He felt a kind of unreasonable fear. He was afraid that after he opened the door, he didn't see Alfred.

But after a few seconds, he pushed open the door anyway, and then he heard the crackling sound of wood burning vigorously in the fireplace.

This made him heave a sigh of relief. When he came to the stairs, he saw Alfred cleaning the dust off the phone with a duster.

He put on buckskin gloves that Bruce hadn't seen for a long time, which made his movements look less flexible, but Bruce's hand on the armrest was still gripped even tighter. In the cold air, a kind of Emotions start to build.

"Oh, sir, are you awake? Good morning, breakfast is ready, you can go to eat." Alfred smiled and said to Bruce, as if nothing happened last night.

But Bruce's memory is telling him that many things happened yesterday, and he must know the result now, so he asked: "Where is Aisha? Is she back?"

"Yes, Miss has come back, master, she didn't go far, I brought her back, but after I came back, I didn't see your figure, so I sent her to sleep." Alf Red replied with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of small footsteps coming from behind.

Aisha in her pajamas ran down the stairs, rushed directly to the dining table, pulled out the chair, jumped on the chair, sat down, picked up the knife and fork, licked her lips, and looked back at Al Fred.

Alfred smiled and guided Bruce to the dining table. Bruce wanted to say something to Aisha, but at this time, Aisha had already started to eat hard, and Alfred stood behind him smiling say

"Miss Aisha had a strenuous exercise last night, and she started to cry when she came back, but because it was too late at that time, eating is not good for her body, so she may be a little hungry now."

Seeing this, Bruce didn't say anything else, he also started to eat breakfast early, but during the meal, he felt that something was missing, he put down his fork and asked, "Alfred, where is today's newspaper? "

Alfred, who was holding the duster, moved his fingers slightly, and he said: "Sorry, master, I got up late today, and the newspaper has not been ironed, but today the newspaper is still promoting the Angelica Troupe, and their new play 'Macbeth'..."

"By the way, sir." Alfred suddenly raised his voice a little, and he said, "This is the first performance by a formal troupe in Gotham in ten years, and all the dignitaries in the city will be there, you really should go Take a look, do you want me to book tickets for you, Master Dick and Miss Aisha?"

Bruce looked down at his plate and said, "No, I'm not going, you book a ticket for Selena, Dick and Aisha, let them go together."

Alfred nodded and didn't say anything else. Bruce frowned when Alfred took Aisha to the backyard to exercise after breakfast.

Is the newspaper not ironed? Bruce would not believe this statement. In the decades that Alfred has worked in the Wayne family, there has never been a situation where the newspaper has not been ironed before he started eating breakfast.

On this point, Alfred himself was even more persistent than the members of the Wayne family. No one could shake the old man's obsession with letting the members of the Wayne family know the latest news.

Bruce came to the back of the hall. Through the window, he saw Alfred playing with Aisha. Bruce left along the corridor of the restaurant, all the way around the hall, and came to the ironing room on the side.

Alfred usually irons things here, including clothes, gloves, and newspapers. The newspapers delivered by the newsboy must be put here the first time after they are taken out of the mailbox.

However, Bruce rummaged here for a long time, but couldn't find any trace of the newspaper, so he went back to the hall, walked out the gate, pushed open the gate of the manor, opened the mailbox, and looked inside.

There was nothing in the mailbox, Bruce frowned, closed the door of the mailbox again, and then began to look around the street.

At this moment, the neighbors of Wayne Manor just went out.

Not far from Wayne Manor, there lived a mother and daughter. The mother was the legacy of a rich businessman on the east coast, but because of her stronger management ability, the family was even more prosperous than when her husband was there. , so he is honored as Mrs. Goethe, and her daughter is Miss Goethe.

Both of them were dressed in the same outfit, wearing the most fashionable woolen coat for ladies nowadays, paired with a pair of bright-colored boots, wearing a scarf and hat of the same color as the boots, and holding a handbag.

Bruce stepped back into the courtyard of the manor and stood behind the bushes, listening to their chat.

Mrs. Goth opened the mouth first: "If you didn't insist on going, I wouldn't sit and eat with those smelly dock workers. Wasn't the experience last night bad enough?"

"Don't say that, Mom, look at the stupidity of their crowd, some girls my age, can only look at my boots, and, you don't see these people in the East End who call themselves Do ladies and ladies look at your eyes?"

"Hmph, don't play these little tricks with me. You just want to see Little Werther. I already knew that. That bastard's character is not very good, but his family is still worthy of the table. If today When you see Mr. Witte, you'd better show me a little bit of reserve..."

"Understood, Mom, what kind of topic do you think is suitable for the opening? Should I talk to them about the recent drama first?" Miss Goethe's voice was a little apprehensive.

"Stupid girl." Mrs. Goethe reprimanded: "The play hasn't started yet, what are you going to talk about? Didn't you read the newspaper this morning? Of course you should talk to Mr. White from out of town about our local Special product, the famous Batman."

"Hey, what's the point of him? He's just a hypocritical rich man. Didn't the newspapers say that? He brought them all to his base to have fun in the name of helping beggars. Disgusting, I heard that another child died, he was really..."

Ms. Goth quickly covered her mouth and said: "Stop saying such things, that's not what a lady like you should talk about. Isn't it enough to let those dirty men talk?"

The mother and daughter whispered and walked quickly through the yard of Wayne Manor. From the gap in the bush wall, Bruce saw that Mrs. Goethe looked up and down Wayne Manor with a handkerchief covering her mouth, and said to him Daughter said:

"If you want me to say, Little Wayne is the best candidate, Playboy? That's the least important thing to consider when choosing a spouse. If you can marry Little Wayne, I will go to church every week and thank God!"

The sound of high-heeled footsteps gradually faded away, and Bruce's expression turned cold. He walked along the fence of the yard all the way to the back of Wayne Manor, avoiding Alfred's sight, and turned out the wall.

There are also two manors at the back of Wayne Manor, but because the South District is a newly-built wealthy area, the buildings are not as dense as the West District. Bruce walked through a street and turned a corner before finding another family. mailbox.

Bruce knew that the male owner of this house was allergic to ink, so although they ordered newspapers, they never read them. Bruce once heard the newsboys here complain that when new newspapers were delivered, the previous day’s newspapers were still left. In the mailbox.

Bruce looked around and found no one around. He reached out and pried open the family's mailbox, and took out a newspaper inside.

After closing the mailbox, Bruce walked around two more corners, found an empty corner, opened the newspaper, and began to read it carefully.

In fact, you don’t need to read it very carefully, because the headline on the front page has a line of big characters:

"Batman? Fuck your Gotham heroes!"

Bruce frowned ~IndoMTL.com~ and then looked at the subtitle, which read: "Batman kidnaps young children, a cruel child killer in a hero's coat!"

There is a lot of content in the text, but it mainly introduces how Batman rescued begging children in the name of rescue, took them away, and persecuted them to death in the form of a sequential timeline.

Among them, four photos are matched in chronological order. The first one is his flashing figure in a dark alley. A piece of iron, three children, including the little girl, used to live there.

The second picture is the figure of Batman standing on a tall building, but due to the angle and background, he does not look like a hero, but a killer looking for an opportunity.

The third and fourth pictures are close-up shots, and the shape of Batman's mask can be clearly seen.

Batman has been haunting Gotham for so long, it’s not that there are no newspapers paying attention to him, and some reporters risked their lives to take pictures of him at night in Gotham, but generally speaking, Batman would catch him on the spot and confiscate him As a tool for eucalyptus.

Few newspapers publish news about him. After all, no one wants to deal with a weirdo in tights who haunts Gotham in the middle of the night. Can't tell.

But this time, the news took up an entire page of the Gotham Morning Post.

This article is sharp in writing, sophisticated in narrative, and extremely fanciful, and more importantly, it accurately captures the psychology of Gotham people——

Compared with making gods, these lunatics prefer to watch gods fall.