Chapter 113

In the morning, the sunlight shone into the bedroom of Wei En Manor. Bruce sat up from the bed. Alfred was standing outside the door. Bruce asked him: "What time is it now?"

"It's nine o'clock, young master."

Bruce was a bit surprised. He walked to the window, opened the curtain, and took a look, discovering that the sky outside was indeed already very bright. Since returning to Cat Getan, this was the first time he had woken up so late.

The butler Alfred, however, looked very happy. When Bruce went downstairs for breakfast, Alfred stood smiling on the side.

"Alfred, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because the young master has looked so happy recently."

Bruce was stunned for a moment. Is he happy? He touched his face and then tried hard to recall his recent behavioral patterns.

Because of the Cat Getan University student internship plan with Schiller's genius creativity, Bruce has really been extremely busy recently. During the day, he has to go out with other classmates to control traffic, and at night, he has to run between the hospital and the prison, arranging the gang members who couldn't fit here and moved there, and couldn't fit there and moved here, properly.

He suddenly discovered that the time he spent being Bruce recently was much, much longer than the time he spent being Batman.

In the past, he wouldn't hide his true nature in Wei En Manor. He rarely smiled and was relatively reticent. Although he was close to Alfred, he actually rarely had any emotional fluctuations.

But recently, because he spent too much time being Bruce, his behavioral patterns became more like the playboy he pretended to be. He no longer kept a straight face all day, and occasionally he would crack jokes with Alfred.

This raised a warning sign in his heart. Since returning to Cat Getan, he had never naturally slept until nine o'clock before waking up. This was a sign that his spirit was relaxing its vigilance.

From a psychological point of view, this is actually very normal. Who a person becomes has a lot to do with who they think they are. Bruce is only 18 years old now, just starting college. When he devotedly plays a cheerful, sociable billionaire, he cannot clearly find the boundary between this disguised identity and his own personality.

After being busy for another day, Bruce, who returned, was in the washroom of his bedroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water.

The curtain beside him was gently blown by the night wind. The cold-colored light was above his head, letting a pitch-black shadow condense at his feet.

Bruce supported himself on the washstand with both hands, looking at the person in the mirror in front of him. The person in the mirror had a pair of blue eyes, but the light from top to bottom let his eyes be shrouded in the shadow of the brow bone.

"Who am I??" he asked.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I..."

His voice echoed in the empty room. The sound hit the wall and returned to his ears, just like another him asking him this question. He felt vaguely that he seemed to have heard an answer, but it also seemed like he hadn't heard anything.

The reflected echo couldn't give him an answer. Bruce was very clear about this point.

He reached out his hand, wanting to wipe away the mist condensed on the glass to see the appearance of his own eyes clearly, but in the end, he still didn't do that, letting his whole face and eyes be shrouded under the mist on the surface of the mirror. Then he stood up straight, looking at himself in the mirror as if looking down from a high position.

"I am Batman."

"I am Batman..."

The corners of his mouth began to move downward bit by bit. He didn't wear a mask, but when the shadow climbed onto his face, the whole face seemed to be covered under a black mask again.

The shadow covering those blue eyes became more and more intense. Finally, only his low voice echoed in the empty manor. He said: "I am, Batman..."

Bruce walked out of the washroom. In the pitch-black bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, just opened the door after walking to the side of the door, and then continued to pass through the pitch-black corridor. When he stood by the stairs, he happened to see Alfred standing downstairs, wiping that old-fashioned telephone with a piece of felt cloth.

Since Bruce returned, he invented new mobile communication equipment for himself, which is a mobile phone. He never used that telephone again. That old-fashioned rotary dial telephone was already too ancient, and every time its ringtone rang, it would make this manor seem even emptier.

But Alfred cherished that telephone very much. Bruce had never seen a trace of dust on it. Today was the same, but what was different was that Bruce heard Alfred humming a song. That sounded a bit like a jazz tune, full of the style of the past era, just like the happy and lively mood of immigrants when they just discovered this golden coast.

Bruce looked at Alfred's back. He closed his eyes in some pain. He gripped the railing tightly, and the old wooden handrail made a light sound. Alfred looked back and saw Bruce standing on the stairs. Before he could open his mouth to ask, Bruce returned to the bedroom as if running away.

When he closed the bedroom door, he was almost panting heavily, as if this distance was more tiring than running several kilometers.

He felt a violent emotion churning in his heart, as if something was constantly stimulating the emotional system in his brain.

Since a long, long time ago, Bruce hadn't felt such intense emotions again. After the gunshot on a certain pitch-black night, Bruce's emotional world lost half of its emotions. All those happy, joyful, and moved emotions had left him for a long time.

But when seeing Alfred so happy, Bruce didn't know how to describe his mood. This problem had troubled him for a long time.

Bruce, whose heart was restless, tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. An inexplicable impulsive emotion was affecting him. He had no other way but to put on the Batman suit and then leave Wei En Manor.

This was the first time Batman left here wearing this suit not because he wanted to fight criminals; he was just trying to escape the kind of emotion he didn't want to accept.

Therefore, after leaving Wei En Manor, he wandered aimlessly over Cat Getan. Bruce had never expected so much to run into a criminal immediately and then bring him to justice and send him to prison... no, today it should be his turn to be sent to a mental hospital.

Thinking of this, Batman covered his forehead in some discomfort. What is he thinking? Wake up! You are not Bruce right now! Stop worrying about those messy things of going back and forth between the hospital and the prison!

But Batman still couldn't control himself. As soon as he thought that the number of people in prison would exceed 28% tomorrow, and the vacancy rate of wards was less than 15%, he felt that this kind of pressure was more terrifying than anything else.

But damn it, this city where you could run into three robbery cases by walking two steps out the door, Batman wandered for half an hour and actually hadn't run into a single criminal.

Now the streets near the central roundabout can be called brightly lit. On the four avenues extending from the roundabout, there are night markets thousands of meters long, brightly lit all night.