Chapter 1950

Bruce began rummaging through his pockets, left and right. Beside him, Lord Superman, who was using heat vision to help Wonder Woman cut vehicle parts, watched him rummaging around as if he had fleas, and asked with some confusion, "What are you looking for?"

"I forgot to bring my medicine. I remember putting it in my hoodie pocket. Could I have slipped it into my jacket pocket after taking it last time?" Bruce said, sounding somewhat uncertain.

"Medicine? What medicine are you taking?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Some medication for anxiety and calming," Bruce felt around his body again, and after finding nothing, said, "This is my second cycle of taking the medication. It's not a big deal to stop, but I might have night terrors tonight."

Wonder Woman and Lord Superman exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in the other's eyes. Lord Superman deliberated before saying, "So you have anxiety, and you even went to see a psychiatrist?"

"My psychiatrist is my psychology professor; he's the one who prescribed the medicine for me," Bruce shrugged and said, "Fortunately, he's not here, so it's fine to stop taking it for a while."

"That doesn't sound like it's 'fine' at all," Wonder Woman put down what she was holding, stood up, and clapped her hands, saying, "Where did you put your jacket? I'll go find it for you."

"I didn't see you wearing a jacket in the screening room," Lord Superman frowned and said, "Did you leave it at your team's camp?"

Bruce, however, didn't care at all. After spreading his hands, he turned and walked out. Wonder Woman hurried to follow him, saying, "Are you sure you're okay? I have a colleague who also needs long-term medication; if they stop, the previous treatment results will all be wasted."

"I'm almost better, so it's nothing."

"And you're studying psychology?" Wonder Woman asked, looking slightly curious.

Lord Superman also walked out. He lowered his voice and said into Wonder Woman's ear, "His psychology professor is a formidable figure."

"How formidable?"

"He can make Batman take his medicine obediently."

Wonder Woman thought for a moment and said, "That's rare, isn't it? Can you help him get his medicine back?"

"Even if I get it back, he won't take it," Lord Superman looked up at Bruce in front again and said, "Haven't you noticed yet? This guy doesn't look like Batman; he looks more like Bruce Wei En. He's rebellious enough."

"Oh, don't be like that," Wonder Woman said, feeling somewhat helpless, "I can't stand playboys like this."

"Can I look around here?" Bruce stood in the distance, looked back at the two of them, and asked, "Just walk around the area and come back before dark."

Lord Superman and Wonder Woman were still discussing the differences between Batman and Bruce Wei En and didn't pay much attention to what Bruce said, waving him off to let him go.

The two returned to the warehouse to prepare to repair the car, but at this moment, Wonder Woman complained with some dissatisfaction, "We don't need to drive at all. It was Batman who said it would be better to have a means of transport, which is why I started repairing this piece of junk. Do we still need to continue now?"

"Batman said we need this to transport supplies, or to modify it into a mobile base, but I think with our speed, making a few extra trips is no big deal. Besides, I don't think this iron shell has any defensive capabilities," Lord Superman said, looking at the frame of the abandoned truck.

"Should we ask Batman again?" Wonder Woman glanced toward the door, didn't see Bruce's figure, sighed, and said, "At least he has a brain as smart as Batman's, right?"

"I hope he does."

Lord Superman walked out the door to find Bruce, but didn't find Bruce's figure around the house, so he flew up, wanting to see if there was anyone around.

But unexpectedly, he didn't see Bruce around the house or on the hillside behind the house. Lord Superman flew a little higher, flew over the hillside behind the house, and only then saw a figure at the edge of the swampy lake.

He flew over without hesitation, only to discover that Bruce was actually fishing with a homemade fishing rod.

"What are you doing?" Lord Superman asked.

"I'm fishing, of course." Bruce had just finished speaking when he jerked the rod back, and a decent-sized fish was pulled up. When it landed on the ground, it kept flopping around.

Bruce walked over, picked up the fish, and placed it on a long leaf nearby. He hung the lure back on, cast the line, and stood quietly by the lake waiting for a fish to bite.

"You..." Lord Superman was choked up.

"What on earth are you doing?" Lord Superman asked again.

Bruce looked at Lord Superman as if looking at a moron and said, "I'm fishing. How many times do I have to repeat it? I'm using my homemade fishing rod to catch fish in the lake."

"Then why are you fishing?"

Bruce was genuinely a bit surprised. He looked at Lord Superman and said, "Why else would I be fishing? For fish, of course."

"Impossible," Lord Superman denied it flatly and said, "Are there mysterious ruins from tens of thousands of years ago under this lake? Or is this fish actually a pollutant factor released by aliens? Could there be something wrong with the growth and development of this reed marsh?"

Bruce blinked, not knowing how to answer.

"Fishing is a hunting activity," Lord Superman suddenly said, "but this kind of activity relies on the prey to take the bait itself, and the waiting process is a complete waste of time."

Bruce said with some surprise, "Is that really how you view fishing?"

"Of course not. I mean, isn't that how you view fishing?"

"No, fishing is very interesting. Every fish that takes the bait is an unexpected surprise. It can provide food and lift one's spirits. I quite like fishing."

Lord Superman seemed to be shocked. He suddenly showed a hesitant expression and then said, "Oh, I understand. You often go wild fishing with those rich people, right? This is a social activity for you, where you can talk about business or something on the side."

"But there are no other rich people here," Bruce looked left and right and said, "Who am I supposed to socialize with?"

"Then why do you..."

"I already said fishing is for catching fish. Otherwise, what am I going to eat tonight?"

Lord Superman was choked up again. He said as if he had just reacted, "Right, we don't have food yet, but I can go into the woods and hunt a deer; it'll be more than enough for you to eat."

Bruce appeared very helpless. He said, "Didn't I already say? Fishing also has the effect of lifting one's spirits. I'm not taking my medicine, and I'm a bit worried that my anxiety symptoms will worsen, so I wanted to come fishing to relax."

"Can fishing relax you?" Lord Superman said, sounding a bit disbelieving, "You've never spent more than 1 minute and 40 seconds in the bathroom."

Bruce looked at Lord Superman in shock.

"No, I'm not spying on Batman, but this is truly amazing, isn't it? His average time in the bathroom every week is exactly the same; he won't waste even a single second."

Bruce sighed lightly and said, "I use tools I made myself to obtain edible food in nature. I don't see how that's a waste of time."

"Because if you told me, I could finish all of this in three seconds," Lord Superman spread his hands and said.

"But you have your own things to do."

Lord Superman was stunned.

"Aren't you guys repairing the car?"

"Yes, because Batman said that if we need a mobile base later, we might need a supply transport vehicle, or we could use the car as a mobile base to go out and explore, so Diana and I did just that."

"Then you guys go ahead and do it."

"What about you?"

"I'm fishing here."

Lord Superman racked his brains for a long time, not knowing what that feeling lingering in his heart was. He looked down at the fish on the ground again and said, "This lake doesn't look like it has big fish. You might not be full even if you fish here for two hours."

To Lord Superman's surprise, Bruce nodded and said, "Indeed, the fishing conditions here are very average. If I really can't catch any fish, I'll come find you, and you can help me get something to eat."

"But I can do it right now..."

"You can go back and repair the car right now, and I'll fish here," Bruce finally got a bit impatient. He said, "Why are you following me? Me fishing here doesn't mean you have to watch here, and you repairing the car there doesn't mean I have to stand by and watch."

"There's no danger here at all," Bruce spread his hands and said, "And even if there were danger, I could call your name, and you could fly over instantly. You don't have to stand here and watch me."

"Fine," Lord Superman took a few steps back and said, "So you think we should continue repairing the car, right?"

"It was the Batman you know who thought you should repair the car. Now that he's gone, whether to repair it or not is up to you."

"But we don't need a car to get around."

"Then don't repair it."

"But Batman..."

Bruce finally couldn't take it anymore. He covered his eyes with his hand and said, "If you want to repair the car, repair it; if you want to hunt, hunt; go for a walk, go on a swing, or even stand here and stare blankly! Just don't come asking me!"

Lord Superman looked at him in silence.

Bruce picked up the leaf and the fish from the ground, shouldered the fishing rod, and turned to leave. Just two steps out, he found Lord Superman actually following behind him.

Bruce sighed deeply and said, "Why are you so focused on me? Focused on what I'm doing, focused on what I want you to do, focused on my opinion of what I'm doing and what you're doing?"

"Because your opinion is usually very useful."

"It's not that useful, at least not more useful than you learning to know yourself."

"You've never been wrong."

"One day I will be."

Lord Superman felt shocked again. He never thought in his life that these words would come out of Batman's mouth.

"You think some errors have appeared in him," Bruce looked back at Lord Superman and said, "and you don't want to give him any chance for self-repair."

"I think that cannot be self-repaired."

"Or perhaps you are actually worried that he will lose control and cause consequences that even you cannot save," Bruce looked into Lord Superman's eyes and said, "You are worried that he will become a criminal, or you think he is actually a criminal."

"Do you think you don't have this potential?"

After these words were blurted out, Lord Superman finally fell silent.

Bruce carried the fish and looked at him, saying, "Everyone has the potential to become a criminal. It's just that Batman is exceptionally powerful, and therefore exceptionally dangerous. You know clearly that if he walks down a path completely different from yours, you have no power to turn it back."

"You try to make him prove something, by urging him to build a portal, by trying to persuade him, by staring at him like this, but he never proves anything, nor does he explain."

"So which one of us is wrong?"

"I'm wrong. I shouldn't have come fishing," Bruce threw the fish on the ground and turned to leave.