Chapter 1200

Night fell, but Bruce didn't rest in his room. He held a somewhat huge flowerpot and came to the corner of the manor's garden.

Surprisingly, what was planted in this flowerpot wasn't a flower, but a piece of mineral raw stone. Even more confusing was that Bruce squatted down holding the flowerpot and began to talk to the mineral.

"Just like we did in the mine before, once someone attacks the Shadow Ore, don't restrict it; let all the Shadow Vines in the Shadow Ore erupt."

"But that's dangerous!" A voice came from the mineral. A pair of eyes appeared in the translucent ore, spinning around, looking at Bruce, and said: "Your human bodies are very fragile. If you get hit once, you might lose your life."

"Then you control the Shadow Vines to imprison the other party, but don't hurt him. Can you do that?"

The eyes in the mineral blinked, giving an affirmative answer. After Bruce put down the flowerpot, he walked back to the hall with some difficulty. Jason and Tim happened to walk in.

The two children were carrying two heavy boxes. Tim lifted the box over his head, ran to Bruce, and said as if offering a treasure: "Look, we went to the Batcave and brought all your equipment!"

"Thank you, but I don't want to use them now." Bruce shook his head and said.

Tim widened his eyes in surprise and said: "Don't want to use them? Then how will you protect yourself? You will get hurt."

Jason also echoed: "You are already seriously injured. If you don't wear armor and fight with others, others only need a knife to pierce your lungs."

"Don't worry, I have a way. Don't worry."

Bruce coaxed the two of them upstairs and asked them to stay in the bedroom and absolutely not come out, letting Alfred watch Aisha. As for him, he didn't wear any equipment, just wore an ordinary hoodie, sat on the sofa, and waited quietly for the arrival of the night.

After night fell, Bruce, feeling somewhat sleepy, keenly heard a sound coming from the garden. He woke up instantly and strode into the garden.

Bruce knew that Thomas would definitely take this path. The weakness of all manor invasions in Gotham is the garden, because he himself had once used this weakness.

Thus, he was not surprised to see Batman Thomas at the corner of the garden wall. He stood in the darkness again, darker than the darkness itself.

Bruce leaned against the wall of the manor building. He felt very bad. The air in the garden was cold and damp, the wounds on his body were still in severe pain, his physical strength hadn't recovered at all, and he didn't have the equipment that could bring him a sense of security.

Bruce felt that he was now as naked as a baby, but this was something he brought upon himself.

"You have already heard about what happened during the day." Thomas said.

"I know, that was your doing." Bruce leaned one hand against the wall, trying hard to suppress the urge to slide down and curl up, and said in a somewhat dry voice: "You deliberately hid, letting me exhaust my physical strength while running, and deliberately stirred up the family conflict between Alberto and Luo Yin, letting me exhaust myself on the way to dissuade them."

"Are you still not planning to repent?" Thomas asked, but he wasn't actually asking, as if he were certain Bruce wouldn't change at all.

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Yet, what made him feel somewhat puzzled was that he didn't see stubbornness in Bruce's eyes. Bruce finally couldn't hold it anymore; his back leaned against the wall, and he slowly slid down, sitting on the ground.

Thomas frowned deeply. He couldn't understand this action of Bruce's. This was showing weakness to the enemy, which was fundamentally unfavorable for the confrontation.

"I think what you said makes sense." Bruce lowered his head slightly and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Batman's career has no meaning. I should give up early and go back to being Bruce Wei En."

Thomas froze there, but soon he began to look around vigilantly and said: "This is your delaying tactic."

"Batman's instinct makes you doubt everything." Bruce said intermittently: "You think I'm lying, just to set a trap for you."

"I don't repent, you want me to repent. I repent, and you don't believe me. Are you crazy, or am I crazy?"

When Bruce was muttering these words, it was as if he wasn't saying them to Thomas in front of him, but to himself, because Bruce thought of someone else.

When he showed that he wasn't an ordinary person, Bruce wanted him to be an ordinary person, but when he really tried to be an ordinary person, Bruce didn't believe him.

Bruce now only felt absurdly like laughing. He was a person who didn't believe in metaphysics, but at this moment he could only say that everything was cause and effect, and retribution was swift.

Bruce used his last bit of strength to stand up. He leaned against the wall, looked into Thomas's eyes, and said: "I will give up being Batman and won't wear that uniform again. And you should call Gordon now, tell him what you did today, and then go turn yourself in and go to jail."

Bruce saw Thomas's fingertips begin to tremble. That wasn't anger, but more like embarrassment turning into anger. Thus, Bruce said as if possessed: "You are seeking private revenge, right?"

"Because I disobeyed you before, because I didn't follow your arrangements, because I rejected you, so even if I took a step back, you still feel ashamed for making a concession."

Thomas stared at Bruce expressionlessly, but he discovered that Bruce didn't seem to be talking to him all along, but talking to himself.

Thomas walked up. Just a second before his hand touched Bruce, a Batarang flew out, grazing his palm. Thomas instantly rolled to the side, his vigilance raised to the highest level.

But the target of this Batarang wasn't his arm, but a strange flowerpot behind Thomas. The sharp blade hit the mineral body, and instantly, infinite Shadow Vine tentacles surged out.

A pair of eyes loomed between the vines. The vines slowed down the attack, but still instantly wrapped around Thomas's body, pulled him back to the wall, and fixed him to it.

Thomas stared fixedly at Bruce. Bruce panted in place for a while, but still stood up and said.

"I don't blame you at all, and I'm sure you are the real Thomas. Although not necessarily the Thomas who is already dead, perhaps you really are my father, because our ways of thinking are truly inherited from the same source."

"When two people have a conflict and are at loggerheads, when the other party advances, I want to advance more than him; but when the other party retreats, I doubt whether he really retreated. To verify this doubt, I have to go a step further, until the other party is forced to have nowhere to retreat."

"And after the other party has nowhere to retreat and begins to counterattack, I will feel that my suspicion was indeed correct, and then I will begin to resort to violence, and after achieving victory, continue to oppress the other party."

"But this oppression has long had nothing to do with the initial conflict; it's just anger at the other party's previous act of resistance... it's seeking private revenge."

"I don't know if this is a hereditary disease of the Wei En family, or perhaps it's Batman's curse."

Before Thomas could speak, Bruce asked ahead of him: "You give me a sense of familiarity, but it doesn't come from you being Thomas, but from the fact that your judgment of me always has a basis for judgment beyond the facts... What did Schiller say to you?"

"He said that Batman is destroying himself." Thomas said after a moment of silence.

"As expected." Bruce leaned against the wall and staggered out, saying as he walked: "I'm not surprised at all. You were deceived by him, but I don't blame you. This isn't a trick, just insight into the human heart."

"He saw that what you care about most is whether your son will repeat the tragic fate of Batman."

"Thus, he fabricated an incomparably tragic me for you. He utilized your urgent psychology, knowing that you would feel that change was urgent due to anxiety, disregarding factual evidence. He doesn't understand you too well; he understands me too well."

"Where are you going?" Thomas asked, looking at Bruce's departing back.

Bruce's footsteps paused and he said: "Possibly Hell."

In the dark and narrow prison corridor, Amanda led a group of security personnel and walked quickly toward the stairs. Following the stairs to the bottom floor, she saw Bruce waiting there.

"Where is Schiller?" Bruce looked at Amanda and asked.

"The homicide case that occurred at the FBI base in Lavilla County, Metropolis, has been accused of possibly being committed by a mysterious organization called the 'League of Assassins,' and Talia al Ghul, who disappeared mysteriously a few days ago, has become the most likely suspect."

Amanda crossed her arms and looked at Bruce, saying: "The FBI discovered that Talia has extra interest in you. They suspect that Wei En Enterprises might be colluding with the League of Assassins, so they entrusted me to investigate... You know, they need balance."

"So now, this prison is still under my control. Although the employees want money, they want their lives even more."

"Mr. Wei En, Professor Schiller said he doesn't want to see you. Now, please leave."

"Where is he?" Bruce asked again.

Instantly, the sound of countless firearms being loaded rang out. The security personnel aimed their guns at Bruce. Amanda continued: "I advise you not to have any dangerous thoughts. Just yesterday, a group of KGB infiltrated the prison and almost caused a big mess."

"The FBI believes that the KGB might want to rescue Schiller, which shows that Schiller has important secrets or is extremely valuable. Thus, they immediately took Schiller to the FBI headquarters."

"I don't know what they talked about, but in the end, they reached an agreement. At certain critical moments, Schiller will use his abilities to serve the FBI, and the FBI will absolve Schiller of his crimes. That is to say, Schiller is no longer a prisoner now."

Bruce took two steps forward without speaking, but Amanda knew he had repeated that question again.

Amanda showed a mocking expression. Just as she was about to speak, Bruce rushed to her side with lightning speed and then used his arm to choke her neck.

"Don't move," Bruce shouted.

The security personnel wanted to turn their guns, but seeing Amanda being held hostage, they also hesitated. No matter which one of the two they shot, there wouldn't be a good result, so they all stopped their actions.

Amanda gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at Bruce, and said: "Anyone with a shred of conscience wouldn't come here to rampage after sending their teacher to prison!"

"Tell me, where is he?" Bruce's arm tightened.

Amanda had difficulty breathing. She glared at Bruce, but in the end, she could only say intermittently: "Interrogation room... He asked me to tell you... If you go find him... Consequences at your own risk..."

Bruce let go of Amanda. Amanda clutched her neck and looked at his back. After panting for a few breaths, she said to the security personnel beside her:

"Call the doctor, prepare for emergency treatment... Forget it, prepare the plane. These two lunatics, even if one has to die, don't let them die here!"