Chapter 1192: The Cries of the Lambs (21)

"Hey, Jason, did you hear what the radio said about Batman appearing on the roof of the Wei En Building tonight?"

In the study of Wei En Manor, Dick, who was sitting at the table holding a book, looked at Jason and asked. Jason was burying his head in writing, writing furiously, and said without raising his head: "I don't listen to the radio. I don't quite understand the text conveyed by hearing. I prefer reading newspapers."

"That's true." Dick tilted his head and smacked his lips, saying: "Cat Getan's radio stations are full of gang fights. Oh, they now call that uncivilized spraying 'East Coast rap'. I heard they are also planning to hold a competition to see who can scold people more fiercely."

"However, that new travel and car radio station is quite interesting." Dick continued.

"Because Batman is there?" Jason turned his head to look at Dick.

"I quite like this sentence he said today: Cat Getan's night belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Dick supported his chin with his hand. His eyelids were very low, as if he were a bit sleepy.

Jason saw his demeanor, shook his head, and said: "Dick, I know that the mental trauma from a while ago makes you always sleep poorly, but you must take the initiative to rest, instead of letting yourself run out for a walk late at night. Haven't you noticed that your mental state is very poor?"

"Of course he hasn't noticed, and he definitely intends to continue running out tonight. Maybe he even intends to stay up until midnight with that group of Batman fans, waiting for him to appear."

Tim's voice sounded at the door. He walked in holding a stack of books, passed Dick at the desk, stretched his head to look at what Jason was writing, and let out an exclamation.

"Wait a minute? What are you writing? Math exercise report? I don't remember the teacher leaving this homework?"

"No way, I heard the teacher say it himself, tonight we have to finish the reports for the three exercises from the day..."

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

"He transferred to my class." Tim put down the stack of books in his hand and said: "Bruce feels that he should still go to school normally. He has been looking for schools for him, and it just so happened that he met my dad at the banquet a few days ago."

"You all know, my dad is a sales maniac. He frantically pushed the school I'm in to Bruce, and also said that the two of us going to school together can be companions. As a result, Bruce actually agreed."

Jason also shrugged helplessly and said: "My age is clearly older than his, yet I still have to be in the same grade as him. It's really fatal!"

"That doesn't wrong you, your science grades are really terrible." Tim and Jason sat together, stretched their necks to look at the exercise report he was writing, and pointed to a line of words on it and said:

"The exercise report is for you to write the problem-solving ideas. What is this you wrote? The grammatical errors of the problem setter? Even if I don't hand in the homework tomorrow, I won't get scolded more than you."

"God, let me go! Going to school in a car with you group of skinny little brats every day is already killing me!" Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said: "I hate math!"

Tim laughed brightly. He pulled Jason's arm to make him closer to himself and said: "The football game this semester all depends on you. You must blow up the dog head of the big guy in the next class!"

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

"Alright, 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 raised his head in confusion to look at Dick who stood up.

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

"Can't you just stay here and write? Let Alfred send the exercise book up, and you can turn on fewer lights." Jason grabbed him and said.

Dick shook off his hand lightly, shook his head, and said: "My grade is too different from yours. My homework needs a quieter environment to be completed."

After finishing, he left. Tim looked at his back and felt a bit confused. Jason pursed his lips and said: "Did you see it? He's actually quite unhappy."

"Why?" Tim asked in confusion.

"You forgot, a while ago, Dick suffered mental trauma, Bruce accompanied him all the time, leaving the two of us to fend for ourselves. Of course, I have always been fending for myself, so I don't count on anyone." Jason shrugged and said.

"So what?" Tim still didn't quite understand. Jason sighed lightly and explained: "Now, his illness is cured, Bruce is busy with work, and only has time at night. In the past few days, he checks our homework first as soon as he gets home, instead of rushing straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember a while ago, Dick also said that he hoped Bruce wouldn't always go to his room, saying something about him 'needing private space'. Now Bruce really doesn't go, and he feels sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said: "Books say that every child will be like this at this age, but I don't think I will."

"I definitely won't either." Tim echoed.

When Dick went downstairs, he greeted Alfred somewhat listlessly, and then buried his head and walked into his bedroom, closing the bedroom door tightly and not coming out again.

In his bedroom, Dick first sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through his schoolbag, organized the homework to be written, didn't go to the desk, just sat cross-legged on the floor, took the homework in his hand, and started writing.

But before he wrote for long, his brows frowned. Dick's grade was higher than Jason and Tim's, so the difficulty of the math problems was also harder.

They were all in private schools and received elite education, so the difficulty was not low. Dick's grades were actually not very good. Before, he could be considered middle-to-upper level, but after recuperating at home for a period of time, he couldn't keep up with the courses, and now he had become middle-to-lower level.

Dick wrote and drew for a long time, but couldn't get the answer at all. He threw the draft paper on the floor somewhat irritably, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, as if he were unconvinced and continued to calculate.

But math is something like that; if you don't know it, you don't know it. Dick missed a train of thought, walked into a dead end, and started to drill into the bull's horn of calculation, calculating more and more without being able to calculate it out.

Dick hammered the bed board next to him hard, but didn't know who he was angry with. He looked up at the clock and showed a look of loss.

Sitting in place and thinking for a while, Dick put down the homework in his hand, dragged out a toolbox from under the bed, put on equipment such as grappling hooks, opened the window, climbed down along the wall, and came to the garden.

The huge city, in the moonlight reflected by the sea, turned into a silhouette with bright outlines. 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, stronger, like a mountain that could never be crossed.

Dick knew that when he was looking at Batman, Batman was not looking at him.

Batman was looking at this city, this city that belonged to him. He was the god of this city. Every building, every car, and every person here was his child.

Dick had once admired Batman's great ideals incomparably and also wanted to embark on this path. But when he stood here again looking at Batman's figure, what flashed in his mind was the look in Bruce's eyes by the hospital bed, slightly sleepy but still watching him.

Dick had once thought that Batman was a god in the darkness, the greatest person he knew, understood, and could contact, and he would definitely respect Batman for a lifetime.

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

Compared to Batman, Bruce was more like a living person. When he tucked Dick in, he didn't look great at all, even a bit too ordinary, unable to satisfy any teenager's hero dream.

Dick wanted to become Batman, but also wanted Bruce to accompany him. He felt that he was too greedy and felt lost because he couldn't realize it.

Standing on the roof for a while, Dick didn't jump to a closer building as before to observe Batman from a closer distance, but turned around in loss, intending to return to Wei En Manor to do homework.

But just as he turned and jumped through the gap between two buildings, he saw a pitch-black figure appear in the alley below.

He was so tall and strong, but out of place with the surrounding environment, carrying a rich dark atmosphere, even darker than Cat Getan's night.

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

But the curiosity triggered by that fleeting glance made Dick feel like a hundred claws scratching his heart. He squatted on the roof and hesitated for a while, but still climbed down along the drainpipe and came to the dark alley.

But when he landed on the ground, that figure had long since disappeared. Dick looked left and right, feeling a bit disappointed. He felt that maybe his mental trauma hadn't healed yet, so he had hallucinations.

Dick stood in place and scratched his head, turned around and prepared to leave, but just at this time, two sounds of breaking through the air came from behind.

Dick instinctively jumped to the side, flipped onto the wall with a somersault, squatted on the wall like a flexible cat, and stared at the darkness at the end of the alley with eyes like torches.

Accompanied by a pitch-black figure walking out of the darkness, Dick widened his eyes in shock, and he shouted:

"Batman?!"

But instantly, he stepped back two steps vigilantly, supported himself on the wall next to him, stared at the figure in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"No! You are not Batman!"

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

"I am." ===== CHAPTER 1193 =====