Chapter 1209 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-One)

"Hey Jason, did you hear what they said on the radio that Batman is going to be on the roof of the Wayne Tower tonight?"

In the study room of Wayne Manor, Dick, who was sitting at the table with a book in his hands, looked at Jason next to him and asked. Jason was immersed in writing, writing hard, and said without raising his head: "I don't listen to the radio. , I can’t understand the auditory text, I still prefer reading newspapers.”

"That's right." Dick tilted his head, smacked his lips and said, "Gotham's radio stations are full of gang wars. Oh, they now call that uncivilized exchange East Coast rap. I heard that they I also plan to hold a competition to see who can curse the most."

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

"Because there's Batman there?" Jason turned his head and glanced at Dick.

"I quite like what he said today. Gotham's night belongs to Batman. It's really cool." Dick supported his chin with his hand. His eyelids were always drooped, as if he was a little sleepy.

Seeing his expression, Jason shook his head and said, "Dick, I know that the mental trauma you suffered some time ago has always made you unable to sleep well, but you must take the initiative to rest instead of letting yourself go out for a walk at night. "Don't you realize that your mental state is very poor?"

"Of course he didn't notice, and he definitely planned to run out again tonight, and maybe he planned to stay up until midnight with the group of Batman fans waiting for him to show up."

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

"Wait a minute? What are you writing? A math exercise report? Why don't I remember that the teacher left this homework?"

"It's impossible. I heard it from the teacher himself. I need to finish writing the report on the three exercises during the day tonight..."

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

"He was transferred to my class." Tim put down the pile of books in his hand and said, "Bruce thinks that he should go to school normally and has been looking for schools for him. As a result, during the banquet a few days ago, I just happened to meet my dad.”

"As you all know, my dad is a salesman. He tried so hard to sell my school to Bruce. He also said that we could be companions when we go to school together. In the end, Bruce actually agreed."

Jason shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm obviously older than him, but I still have to be in the same grade as him. It's really terrible!"

"I'm not wronging you. Your science scores are really bad." Tim and Jason sat huddled next to each other, stretched their necks to read the exercise report he had written, and pointed at a line on it. The word says:

"The exercise report asks you to write down your ideas for solving the problem. What are you writing? A grammatical error by the person who made the question? Even if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow, I won't get scolded more than you."

"God, please let me go! Sitting in the car with you skinny little kids every day to go to school is almost killing me!" Jason scratched his hair impatiently and said, "I hate it. math!"

Tim smiled brightly, and he took Jason's arm to bring him closer to him, and said: "We are counting on you for the football game this semester, you must blow the head of the big guy in the next class! "

"Don't worry." Jason patted his chest, then he pushed the homework book in front of him to Tim and said, "Hurry and help me finish writing the math problem report, and I will help you write the paper for the grammar class."

"Okay, but you have to write the arithmetic questions yourself. These questions are so simple that I don't want to waste another second on them... Oh, Dick, where are you going?" Tim looked up at the man who stood up in confusion. Dick.

Dick turned around so that no one could see 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 bring up the homework and light a few less lights." Jason grabbed him and said.

Dick gently shook his hand away, shook his head and said, "The grade difference between you and me is too big. I need a quieter environment to complete my homework."

After saying that, he left. Tim looked at his back and felt a little confused. Jason pursed his lips and said, "Did you see it? He was actually quite unhappy."

"Why?" Tim asked somewhat puzzled.

"You forgot, some time ago, Dick suffered a mental trauma. Bruce stayed with him and let the two of us be self-reliant. Of course, I have always been self-reliant and I don't count on anyone." Jason shrugged. .

"So what?" Tim still didn't understand. Jason sighed softly and explained: "Now, he has recovered from his illness. Bruce is busy with work and is only free at night. In recent days, as soon as he comes home, Just check our homework first instead of going straight to Dick's room like before."

"But I remember some time ago, Dick also said that he hoped Bruce would not go to his room all the time, saying that he 'needs private space' and so on. Now that Bruce really doesn't go, does he feel sad again?"

Jason spread his hands and said, "The book says that every child will be like this when they reach this age, but I don't think I will."

"I certainly won't," Tim agreed.

When Dick went downstairs, he said hello to Alfred in a gloomy manner, then he went into his bedroom, closed the door tightly and did not come out again.

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In his bedroom, Dick first sat on the bed and flipped through his schoolbag, sorted out the homework to be done, and did not go to the desk, but just sat cross-legged on the ground, took the homework in his hand and started to write.

But before he wrote for a while, his brows frowned. Dick was in a higher grade than Jason and Tim, so the math problems were more difficult.

They all went to private schools and received elite education, which was not easy. Dick's grades were not very good. He could be considered above the middle level before, but after recuperating at home for a while, he could not keep up with the course and now his grades have become below the middle level.

Dick wrote and scribbled for a long time, but couldn't get the answer at all. He threw the draft paper to the ground in annoyance, but after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a stubborn expression, as if he didn't admit defeat and continued to calculate.

But math is something that you can't do if you don't know it. Dick missed a little idea and went into a dead end. He also started to get stuck in the calculation, and the more he calculated, the more he couldn't figure it out.

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

Sitting there and thinking for a while, Dick put down the homework in his hand, dragged a toolbox from under the bed, put on the hook and other equipment, opened the window, climbed down the wall, and came to the garden.

The huge city, in the moonlight reflected by the sea, became a silhouette with a bright outline. A slender and powerful figure ran quickly above the roof and finally stopped in the center of the moon.

Dick stroked the edge of the eye mask, turned his head and looked at the tallest building in the city center, where there was also a black shadow, taller and 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, every person here, was his child.

Dick once admired Batman's great ideals and wanted to take this path, but when he stood here again and looked at Batman's figure, what flashed through his mind was Bruce's slightly sleepy eyes still staring at him in front of the bed.

Dick once thought that Batman was a god in the dark, the greatest person he knew, understood and could contact, and he would definitely admire Batman all his life.

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

Compared to Batman, Bruce is more like a living person. When he tucked Dick in, he didn't look great at all, and even a little too ordinary, which couldn't satisfy any teenager's heroic dream.

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

After standing on the roof for a while, Dick didn't jump to a closer building as he did in the past to observe Batman from a closer distance, but turned around with a sense of loss, intending to go back to Wayne Manor to do his homework.

But just as he turned around and jumped over the gap between the two buildings, he saw a dark figure appear in the alley below.

He was so tall and strong, but he didn't fit in with the surrounding environment, with a strong dark atmosphere, even darker than the night of Gotham.

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

But the curiosity aroused by that glimpse made Dick feel anxious. He squatted on the roof and hesitated for a while, but still climbed down the drainpipe and came to the dark alley.

But when he landed on the ground, the figure had disappeared. Dick looked around and felt a little disappointed. He thought that his mental trauma might not have healed, so he had hallucinations.

Dick scratched his head and turned to leave, but at this moment, two sounds of breaking air came from behind him.

Dick instinctively jumped to the side and flipped over the wall. He squatted on the top of the wall like a flexible cat, staring at the darkness at the end of the alley with a sharp gaze.

As a dark figure walked out of the darkness, Dick's eyes widened in shock and he shouted:

"Batman?!"

But in an instant, he took two steps back vigilantly, stood up with the help of 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 deep voice darker than the night of Gotham came from the end of the alley:

"I am."