Chapter 1213

Holding Bruce's transcript, Thomas sat on the sofa in Wei En Manor and covered his forehead. His emotions were no longer angry, but genuinely worried.

He discovered that he had fallen into a thinking trap before. Professor Zoom's words made him think that his son Bruce had still gone down the path of Batman, and Batman was an omniscient and omnipotent genius who could do everything well.

In fact, even if Bruce wasn't Batman, possessing the large inheritance left by Thomas and Martha, the stable Wei En Group, the old butler who took care of his daily life, and the handsome appearance from his genes, theoretically speaking, as long as his ability level was about the same as a normal person, he would definitely be able to live a much happier life than a normal person.

But now it seems that Bruce didn't have a good life in the time he didn't spend as Batman. On the contrary, it could be said to be a mess.

This wasn't because Thomas had too high requirements. Mainly, Thomas himself was an old-school person. Before he became Batman, he was a relatively traditional Catholic who valued family. Even after he became Batman, he didn't forget to save Martha, who had become the Joker.

From the logic of his actions, everything he did was to save his family, but he didn't succeed.

So, Bruce just graduated from university and produced an illegitimate daughter who was full of life, which was already a bit beyond his cognitive range.

The United States is not as open as many people imagine. At least in Thomas's era, Catholics on the East Coast were still very conservative. Things like illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters, if spread out, would simply lose the face of an entire family.

But Thomas could still comfort himself. He and Martha died too early, and Bruce would inevitably need other emotional comfort. At that time, he was inexperienced, so it wasn't strange to cause trouble.

Thomas didn't know that Aisha's essence was actually a monster. He felt that what Alfred said was credible. It might be because of the irresponsibility of Bruce and Aisha's mother, who was hard to mention, that this little girl had all kinds of congenital diseases.

What made Thomas even more unhappy was that it seemed Aisha's various diseases hadn't been well treated. Since things had happened, one should take responsibility, not let it go. This was contrary to Thomas's values.

If these two points were still tolerable, then Bruce didn't do scientific research well, and his university grades were terrible, which made Thomas even more difficult to understand.

People's time is limited, even for Batman. Thomas knew that he could wholeheartedly be Batman because he had no worries.

And this young Bruce, of course, had to balance the work of a vigilante and go to school to write a thesis, so it was inevitable that one aspect would be neglected.

But how did these two aspects become like this?

Thomas's main activity trajectory in the past few days was still in the West and South districts. Cat Getan was a mega-city after all. If he didn't take the initiative to go to the East and North districts, he wouldn't see the construction sites there. Even if he saw them, Thomas wouldn't associate them with what Bruce was trying to do.

Bruce had his own thoughts and the path he wanted to take after being tempered. The twists and turns in this could only be understood by experience. Thomas couldn't understand what he was trying to do at a glance. Even if he knew, this Batman, who had been hit too hard by life, might not hold any hope.

Thomas didn't know that because of Schiller's arrival, the Joker in this world was just a Sunset Tyrant Shrimp, so he really didn't understand how Bruce, with such good material conditions, a genius brain, and a handsome appearance, managed to fail at everything.

Pessimistic people are always more pessimistic the more they think. This old bat, who had experienced the most painful tragedy in the world, became more worried the more he thought about it.

And this pessimistic speculation was most powerfully confirmed when Thomas found a pile of messy diagnostic certificates in Bruce's bedroom.

I believe many people still remember that Bruce once asked Schiller very seriously: Do I have a disease?

Schiller gave an affirmative answer, but it wasn't just an answer. He had prescribed some medicine for Bruce. Although Cat Getan's medical system was chaotic, Schiller still adhered to a doctor's guidelines, which was to prescribe according to the process.

Prescribing medicine isn't just writing a note. It requires a series of standardized processes, such as confirming the diagnosis, prescribing, reviewing the prescription, etc. One of the necessary links is writing a diagnostic certificate.

According to Schiller's judgment, Bruce might have some lineage characteristics and high-functioning population characteristics because his high IQ squeezed the emotional modules in his brain, but it wasn't typical autism.

In this case, Schiller couldn't write nonsense, but fortunately, there is a classification for such people in medicine. Therefore, Bruce's diagnosis was Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS).

I believe many people start to feel dizzy when they see this long string of nouns, but the diagnostic results in English are like this. Not only are they long, but there are also all kinds of strange abbreviations.

Schiller was still afraid that Bruce wouldn't understand, so he specifically wrote out the full name. Otherwise, if he only wrote a PDD-NOS, most laymen wouldn't understand it.

But it was precisely because of this very specific diagnostic result that Thomas's fingertips started to tremble a bit.

He had some understanding of medicine, but he wasn't proficient in psychiatry and psychology. Therefore, his thinking in this regard was about the same as ordinary people. As long as he saw words like "unclassified," "pervasive," "development," etc., he would associate them with incurable diseases.

At that time, Schiller prescribed a lot of medicine for Bruce, mixed with some placebos, so the list of medicine was very long and looked a bit scary. What was even scarier was that at the end of the prescription, the doctor's signature was Schiller Rodriguez.

Thomas wasn't a native of this universe, so he didn't know Schiller's great name in this world, but he knew Schiller was the Joker.

It's actually hard to say about Batman going to the Joker for medical treatment. If the Joker treated him seriously and even diagnosed a disease, Batman must be seriously ill. But if the Joker didn't diagnose a disease, and Batman still opened a prescription and paid, then he was even more seriously ill.

As the saying goes, if people don't agree to open a window, you propose to lift the ceiling, and everyone will agree to open the window.

If Thomas didn't agree to his son being Batman, then show him Bruce's terrible transcript and a stack of mental illness diagnostic certificates and prescriptions, and he would definitely agree to Bruce being Batman.

After all, being Batman is better than being a mental patient. Martha's tragedy had fully explained this point to Thomas. Anything is better than being a lunatic.

A few minutes later, Thomas, sitting on the sofa, had these diagnostic certificates and receipts in his hand in addition to the transcript. He simply took off his mask, revealing the wrinkles of vicissitudes engraved on the corners of his eyes.

Jason, who had just finished his homework, ran downstairs to drink water, and saw Thomas worrying there.

Dick had been deceived by Thomas, so he didn't trust him. Tim seemed a bit afraid of Thomas. Only Jason was quite interested in Thomas.

"What's wrong with you?" Jason walked up and asked: "Need help?"

Thomas didn't answer. Jason stepped forward again, leaned out, glanced at the large stack of papers in his hand, and then revealed an expression of sudden realization.

Although Thomas didn't answer him immediately, he was also observing his reaction. Seeing Jason's unsurprised expression, he asked with some confusion: "Have you seen these things?"

"Of course, when that professor was writing the diagnostic certificate, I was right next to him. I even asked him about word spelling."

Thomas hesitated for a moment, and then he beckoned to Jason. Jason walked up two steps somewhat ignorantly. He could feel that Thomas had no malice. Sure enough, Thomas gently rubbed his head and said: "Don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"Who is 'anyone else'?" Jason asked very straightforwardly. Before Thomas could speak, he said: "Are you referring to these people in Wei En Manor? They already knew."

"Bruce couldn't deceive Alfred. All his things are kept by the butler. Dick has the closest relationship with him and often enters his bedroom, so he probably saw it long ago. Tim is very smart and had already tricked the words out of Dick."

"As for Aisha... I suggest you hurry up and put these things back, otherwise they will enter Aisha's stomach tonight. She is the most efficient paper shredder here."

Thomas stared at Jason with those wrinkled eyes. He saw two completely different temperaments in Jason's eyes: the wildness belonging to the chaotic streets of Cat Getan, a dark city, and the intellect coming from knowledge and philosophical thinking.

"No father hopes his son is sick." Thomas said. He had just started the next sentence when Jason snatched it in front of him: "But no son hopes his father is sick. Do you think you are not sick?"

Thomas stared blankly at him. Jason put his hands behind his back, lowered his eyelids, and then said: "If you weren't sick, you wouldn't have broken three of your own son's ribs, and made him have to follow his friends to other cities instead of being able to heal at home."

Thomas lowered his head and looked at the diagnostic certificate again. He found that he was really good at tolerating a lunatic. Whether it was Joker Martha or Bruce, once he learned that they might have mental illness, Thomas's expectations for them were only left with letting them take care of themselves.

Thomas sighed deeply and stood up. He turned to Alfred and said: "Book me a ticket. I'm going to Kansas."

Alfred hadn't responded yet, when he heard a "boom," and a violent explosion came from the entrance of Wei En Manor.

Thomas instinctively pressed Jason under his body. After the explosion ended and the smoke dissipated, Thomas saw the gate of Wei En Manor collapse. In the night, a slightly familiar figure stood outside the gate.

"Joker..." Thomas narrowed his eyes, and Batman's instincts buzzed. But the one who appeared outside the gate wasn't the Schiller he had already seen, but another Joker.

He was wearing a truck driver's uniform, holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, and a bomb remote control in the other.

"Hello there, my name is Jack. A colleague of mine, oh, a former colleague, called and told me that my little bat actually found his father. I've been busy with work lately and haven't been able to visit. It's nice to meet you, Batman."

Thomas didn't talk nonsense with him, took out three Batarangs from his waist and threw them over. Joker Jack did a roll on the spot, smiled and shook his head, and said: "Great Batman, don't you intend to listen to the poor Joker's plea before doing it?"

Thomas, while loading his pistol, stared at Joker Jack, his expression as if saying "I want to see what kind of ghost talk you can come up with."

But the next words of Joker Jack made his eyes widen slowly.

Jack revealed an exaggerated smile, limped to Thomas's front, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, righteously slapping the paper on the coffee table.

Thomas only glanced at the paper, and then was stunned. At the same time, Jack's voice sounded in his ear.

"You can't hit me, otherwise tomorrow, all of Cat Getan will know that the bully Wei En father and son owe money and don't pay it back, and even beat up the creditor!"

"That's right, your son owes me 100 dollars and hasn't paid it back yet! Here, this is the IOU, undeniable. Hurry up and let him come back to pay the debt!"

Thomas's vision went black.