Chapter 1193: The Cries of the Lambs (22)

Dick seemed to be stunned. He felt that the person opposite was lying, because this black shadow appearing in front of him was completely different from the Batman he knew.

But he couldn't refute it, because apart from Batman, no one would fit Cat Getan's night so well.

Or rather, this freak who claimed to be Batman in front of him was more suitable for the darkness of this city than the Batman Dick knew.

When he stood in the slightly damp air of Cat Getan's night, every bit of water vapor from his hair tips to the ends of his skin was like a black wave rushing toward him.

Dick had never seen such a Batman.

He knew that Batman was Cat Getan's Dark Knight, knew that Batman was not the kind of bright and great hero written in fairy tales, but it was precisely this dark charm that deeply attracted Dick, and at this moment, he was even more fascinated.

"Who exactly are you?" Dick asked with some confusion, stepping forward slightly.

"I am Batman." The other party answered again, but looking at Dick's young face, he seemed to have extra patience, so he added: "Batman from another world."

"Another world?" Dick repeated these words to himself. He felt that he shouldn't accept such a bizarre explanation. Do other worlds really exist? Is there also a Cat Getan there? Is there also a Batman?

"You know the Batman of this world." The black shadow opposite said a sentence. This should have been a question, but he said it in the tone of a declarative sentence, and it was taken for granted.

Dick sobered up a bit, stepped back again, bared his teeth like a cat, and said vigilantly: "What do you want to do? You imposter, I won't tell you any information about Batman!"

"He shouldn't be Batman." The black shadow opposite said in an extremely slow tone, every word echoing in Dick's ears, carrying an inexplicable attraction.

"What did you say?" Dick asked in surprise.

"Batman is Bruce Wei En." The low voice sounded again, but before Dick could be surprised at why he knew so much, he heard the person opposite say.

"He should be Bruce, not Batman."

Dick opened his mouth wide. He suddenly felt guilty, instinctively glanced left and right, stared straight at the person in front of him, and suspected whether he had mind-reading skills.

Just now, when he was standing upstairs, the scene of Batman taking him for a ride on the roof of Cat Getan and the scene of Bruce sitting by the bed comforting him appeared alternately, making his already unstable spirit even more chaotic.

And when a stranger suddenly appeared and exposed his thoughts, Dick felt fear, but couldn't help thinking, as expected, everyone thinks so. It's normal for me to think so too.

Just when Dick was stunned, the black shadow in front of him disappeared. Dick didn't find out at all how he disappeared or when he disappeared, but this made him believe that the other party was indeed Batman, because only Batman would come and go without a trace.

A child's thoughts are always clearly written on his face. When Dick returned to Wei En Manor, Alfred brought a towel to help him wipe the moisture from his hair, and Bruce happened to walk out of his bedroom.

Dick saw Bruce's movements, but suddenly felt a bit angry. He turned his head to the side and didn't look at Bruce. Bruce walked to the side of the sofa with some confusion and asked him: "What's wrong? Dick? Where did you just go?"

"Why did you enter my room?!" Dick stared at Bruce's face. When he saw the slightly confused expression on Bruce's face, he became even angrier. He raised his tone and said: "There are no secrets in my room! Great detective!"

"No, Dick, it's not that I wanted to pry into your secrets. It's that Aisha went to your room to find you to tell her a story, found you weren't there, and started screaming, and also messed up your quilt. Alfred and I just carried her out." Bruce explained very patiently.

Dick had nothing to say, but the anger and restlessness didn't disappear at all. He gritted his teeth and said: "Fine, it's me who doesn't understand things. Batman is always right."

After finishing, he threw the towel away, and even the hand of the old butler holding the other end of the towel was thrown away.

Bruce immediately frowned. He blocked the only way for Dick to return to his room and said: "Dick, don't be like this. You almost hit Alfred. You have to apologize to him."

Dick turned his head, glanced at the old butler's aged face, lowered his head, and said muffledly: "Sorry, Alfred, I'm going back to sleep."

After finishing, Dick rushed into his bedroom without looking back and closed the door. Bruce looked at his back, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Sometimes, I really don't understand what he is thinking."

A look of hesitation appeared on Bruce's face. After a while, he nodded and said: "Maybe I've been paying too much attention to Jason and Tim recently. Dick has always been a sensitive child. My adopting Tim might indeed make him feel unhappy. If I show that I like Jason and them too much, he will definitely feel very hurt."

"Have you ever asked about his studies?" Alfred reminded while folding the towel: "Sir, you just finished Jason's transfer, and you've been staring at their homework recently. Perhaps you should also pay more attention to the eldest young master's studies."

Bruce touched his chin and nodded, feeling that Alfred's words made sense. He thought for a while and said: "Before, I frequently changed schools for him, which caused him to be bullied. I think I should go to school to see him, but I can't rush in wearing Batman's uniform. That's too scary."

"Why not, you go to pick him up after school tomorrow?" Alfred suggested: "You can go earlier, meet his teacher, and observe his classmates to understand his life situation at school."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He nodded and said: "I have to say, Alfred, you are always able to provide me with valuable inspiration. I should indeed talk to his teacher about him, including his grades, future development direction, and the arrangement of talent courses, etc."

Bruce, who returned to the bedroom, sank into a dream while thinking about the content of the conversation with the teacher tomorrow.

This was a night full of thoughts. Bruce didn't sleep well. For some reason, he felt a kind of tension.

He knew that almost no one in this city could blame him, but when thinking about going to face Dick's teacher and understanding his school life, Bruce still felt a bit at a loss.

On the second morning, Bruce got up early like every student facing an important exam, and specifically went to the canteen of Cat Getan University, finding Victor who was eating breakfast.

Victor was a bit surprised that he would come to find him. He put down his knife and fork and said to Bruce: "You wouldn't have remembered the wrong time for the group meeting, right? I said next Tuesday, not today."

"No." Bruce sat opposite Victor, but for some reason, he appeared a bit reserved. His hands were on both sides of his trench coat, and he shook his head at the waiter who was about to walk over, indicating that he wouldn't order.

"I'm going to Dick's school today to ask about... his studies." Bruce's wording was a bit dry, and his eyes drifting left and right could also explain that he was a bit nervous now.

Before Victor could speak, Bruce put his hands on the table and said at a fast speed: "Before, I made a mistake. I let Dick change schools frequently, which caused him to always be in a strange environment and even be bullied. If it weren't for Tim mentioning this, I wouldn't have known."

"I'm a bit worried..." Bruce pinched his fingers and said.

"Worried about what?" Victor asked.

"What if Dick is not doing well at school? Can I continue to transfer him? When will it end? He is not doing well in one environment and wants to change to another, but if he is not familiar with a strange environment, what should he do?"

Victor smiled and said: "Don't worry, Bruce. Dick is a big kid. He has his own ideas and will choose a way of life that makes him feel comfortable."

Victor lowered his head and cut the food on the plate and said: "I don't have children, but I have taught children in the junior high age group. Children in this age group have many ideas. Although adults may not believe it, in fact, the things they can handle are much more than you imagine."

"Children in this age group are not as fragile as you imagine, and Dick is exceptionally smart and strong. Don't worry too much."

Although Bruce nodded, even though his reason told him that Victor had done his best to comfort him, his heart could feel that Victor's comfort was not the answer he wanted.

Bruce didn't eat breakfast at all, but he didn't feel hungry either. He just felt his abdominal cavity was empty and his heart was sinking. And after taking a car to Dick's school, this feeling was even more obvious.

The principal of the school warmly received Bruce. Dick's counselor was an elderly woman who looked very experienced. She sat with Bruce in the reception area of the principal's office and talked about Dick's school life.

But in fact, there was nothing to talk about. In front of the principal, the counselor couldn't say that Dick was bullied or suffered any injuries, and even less could she say that Dick was not a good student.

And when mentioning real grades, the counselor very tactfully indicated that Dick might have better development in ballet and artistic gymnastics. Bruce immediately heard her implication.

"Are Dick's grades not very good?" Bruce asked.

The female counselor hesitated, but still opened her mouth and said: "We don't encourage giving children too much learning pressure at this age. Many parents in the class are eager for their children to succeed and pay too much attention to grades, making children feel a lot of pressure."

Bruce understood her hint again. The counselor couldn't say directly, "Dick's grades are not good because his parents don't pay attention to him."

Bruce didn't have such high emotional intelligence to understand the counselor's tactful words. He could only forcibly use his superior IQ to decipher the secrets behind these social hints, but this was actually very tiring.

"What do you think I should do? I mean, without giving him too much pressure, let his grades improve." Bruce deliberated and opened his mouth, but then he added:

"I don't require him to enter any prestigious university, but I feel that such grades waste his talent. If it's because I didn't require him, which made him slack off, I feel I should change something."

The female counselor took a few notebooks from the bag next to her, put them on the table, pushed them to Bruce, and said: "These are the exercises left by the math teacher yesterday. The questions are a bit difficult. With his grade level, it's normal to have places he doesn't understand."

Bruce listened to her while opening the notebook, and the counselor added: "We also allow children to write their calculation process next to the questions, so that teachers can better understand their problem-solving ideas, which is convenient for helping them correct mistakes."

"But what makes me feel a bit worried is that Dick's calculation process appears a bit sloppy. He wrote the first half well, but for some reason, he always gets stuck on a number in the second half, repeatedly calculating it many times, and even irritably crossed out the previous process."

The female counselor shook her head lightly and said: "We will emphasize to children that if a question cannot be done, then put it aside first, or he can hand it in blank, and then come to us to ask how this question should be done. Every teacher will answer for him."

"But there is no answer in the homework he handed in today, the calculation process is sloppy, and he scribbled in the notebook, and today during the day, he didn't find the teacher to ask about the real problem-solving process."

"Mr. Wei En, if you hope he can achieve better grades, I think you can start from learning habits and patience. Dick doesn't only have this phenomenon in math. If your company can reduce the number of times he is impatient, I think it should be a great improvement for his grades."

Bruce looked down at Dick's notes in the notebook, his brows frowned deeply. He could feel that he was angry, because Dick's exercises were indeed written very sloppily. It was clear that they were not written properly on the table. The ends of some strokes even brought out fine ink marks, like many little bugs crawling on the paper.

Clearly, this was not a capability problem, but an attitude problem. Dick didn't do his homework properly last night at all, scribbled two strokes, and after finding he couldn't calculate it, he even painted over the previous calculation process, as if he were afraid that others would find out he had calculated a lot but calculated it wrong.

This was releasing a bad signal, Bruce thought. Dick's teacher spoke too tactfully. This kind of impatience and the attempt to cover up mistakes would make any teacher who saw this homework have their blood pressure soar.

So, when picking up Dick after school in the evening, Bruce appeared a bit silent. ===== CHAPTER 1194 =====