Chapter 1216 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Eight) Nirvana
The forced calmness brought by the large amount of analgesics gradually slowed down Bruce's breathing rate. Putting aside the euphoria that made him have hazy hallucinations, countless scenes began to replay in Bruce's mind.
He had dreamed of the happy family life he should have had in countless nights, the tall and steady Thomas, the gentle and beautiful Martha, who accompanied him and spent one peaceful and happy day after another.
But the scenes of Thomas in these dreams could not overlap with the Thomas he met today. They were too different.
But what made Bruce feel contradictory was that the logic of the Batman Thomas he met in action and behavior was exactly the same as his father in his memory. He did not think that this was the effect that plastic surgery or cloning could achieve.
More fragments, more details, the brain that was far beyond the ordinary began to work overload, and all the details in just a few minutes were fully analyzed.
In an instant, the fragments like a mirror shattered, and Bruce opened his eyes, feeling a little confused.
He finally understood where those contradictory feelings came from. This Thomas gave him a sense of strangeness, but at the same time gave him a sense of familiarity.
This familiarity did not come from Thomas's face and figure. In fact, this Batman Thomas was much older than Bruce's memory, and his figure was also different.
The original Thomas was a businessman. Although he would go to the gym to maintain his majestic image, it was obviously impossible for him to have such strong and smooth muscle lines as this Batman Thomas, nor did he have such a dark temperament.
Originally, such a big difference should make him feel strange, but inexplicably, Bruce felt that the expressions and words made by this Batman were somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a while, Bruce stood up from the sofa. A sharp pain attacked him again. Bruce covered his chest and stood there for a while, then shouted to Alfred: "Alfred, before... before, where is the potted plant I brought back from hell?"
Alfred came over, he supported Bruce and said: "The little devil named Hexagon always fights with Elsa, so I sent it to Rodriguez Manor."
Hearing the familiar surname, Bruce's mouth corners obviously turned down, but he seemed to pretend not to hear it. He said to Alfred: "Can you go and pick it up? I need it tonight."
Alfred nodded. This is not difficult. It was originally fostered with Merkel. He just needs to drive over to pick it up.
After Alfred left, Bruce pursed his lips and looked a little uncomfortable. He held the railing and slowly walked to the basement. Now the basement is his laboratory. The bats are not here. The bat equipment is placed in a cave in the suburbs.
After arriving in the basement, Bruce wanted to start the lathe to make something for himself, but he found that his physical injuries were too serious. He could only lie on the operating panel and move every few minutes.
Bruce stood up slowly, turned around and sat down with his back against the laboratory table, breathing slowly and heavily.
And between the panting, there was a series of hurried footsteps.
Just when Bruce's eyes went black and he wanted to take out the painkillers and swallow them, he felt his arm being grabbed.
In the haze, he heard an anxious call.
"Bruce! Bruce! Wake up quickly!...Bruce!"
Bruce felt an unexplained anxiety. He was worried that after he woke up, a series of troubles would be waiting for him.
His physical condition, which was close to the limit, made him instinctively want to escape, but his last rationality told him that the voice that woke him up was very immature, so he had to wake up.
In the interweaving of black fog and dreamy light and shadow, Bruce saw Jason and Tim's faces, and also saw Dick standing far away at the door of the laboratory.
"I said, he must be in trouble!" Tim stretched out his hand and snatched the pills from Bruce's hand. Jason took the bottle and screamed: "Oh my God, where did he get this good stuff?!"
Jason quickly stuffed the bottle into his pocket. Tim looked at his movements and asked in confusion: "What? What kind of medicine is this?"
"This is a regular painkiller! Not those second-processed junk! Even if it is taken to the living hell now, it can be sold at a high price of forty or fifty dollars. For those drug addicts, they can even exchange their lives for it."
As Jason said, he walked forward and flipped Bruce's eyelids, sighed and said: "He took too many sedatives Pain medicine, now he is in a state of confusion, what happened? "
Tim turned around and pulled Dick over, and said to Dick as he walked: "Can't you see? His mind is a little abnormal, he must have encountered something last night."
"He..." Dick hesitated, but seeing Bruce leaning on the laboratory table with a pale face, he still said: "The night I quarreled with him and ran away, I met a weirdo who claimed to be Batman, and I think..."
"What do you think?"
"He is more like Batman than Batman."
"Oh my God, don't be kidding!" Tim patted Dick on the back and said: "Batman is here now."
"Some impostor must have hurt him!" Dick's tone suddenly showed a hint of anger. His unstable mental state made him look a little startled, and Tim hurriedly comforted him.
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Jason's expression was also very angry. In fact, he was the one with the worst temper among the three. In Gotham, every kid who had been on the streets had a bad temper. Jason immediately turned to Tim and said: "Don't you know how to crack the combination lock? Go to the warehouse and shoot the cabinet!"
"No, don't, come back..." Bruce shouted in the haze: "Do me a favor, do me a favor, Dick...Dick!"
Hearing Bruce calling his name, Dick instinctively walked over. Bruce seemed to have completely lost consciousness and just instinctively shouted: "Dick, help me press the button on the third row... Design drawing, design drawing In the drawer."
Dick turned around and opened the drawer, but he flipped through the blueprints inside and said, "There are no new blueprints here. Aren't these all ordinary bat equipment?"
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Jason and Tim also came up. While Bruce was silent, the three of them studied it. Finally, Jason said: "He may need new bat equipment, but those things are in the cave now, so he wants to Make a new set.”
"Then why doesn't he get it?...Oh, he can't drive now." Dick suddenly realized.
"Dick, you stay here to take care of Bruce, while Tim and I drive to get the equipment. Remember, don't let him take medicine anymore. Drug addiction is not good." After Jason finished speaking, he pulled the trigger in a rather vigorous manner. Then Tim left.
Dick sat next to Bruce and started to cry again. He didn't know if Bruce could hear it, but he still said to himself: "I'm really sorry. I didn't know that weirdo wanted to hurt you that day."
"Actually, I should have noticed that he wanted to take advantage of me. I should have known that he had no good intentions. But I was so angry at the time. I felt that you just wanted to accuse me on purpose."
"Dick...Dick..." Bruce in the lake of consciousness called Dick's name, making a sound like a mosquito buzzing. Dick couldn't hear what he was saying, so he moved closer.
Now Bruce couldn't think rationally at all. The impact of a large amount of analgesic drugs left him with only instinct, so he stretched out his arms and held Dick in his arms.
Dick's eyes widened in shock. He felt Bruce hugging him tightly and his strong arms squeezing his chest.
He was like a sponge. After being put under such pressure, love and tears were squeezed out like a waterfall.
Dick began to cry loudly, like a newborn baby. He didn't know if he saw tears in Bruce's eyes, but sadness, grievance and more, he didn't know what the emotion was, so he could only cry. Come to vent.
It wasn't until Dick started crying in Bruce's arms and the clips of their relationship replayed in his mind that Bruce discovered that behind the alternation of paternity, there was an identical father and son looking at each other in the mirror.
Bruce felt that Thomas was so stubborn, domineering, and old-fashioned in his thinking, like a piece of wood that made no sense, but maybe at some time, Dick saw him that way too.
Thomas made judgments without knowing anything at all, and used violent means to force Bruce to accept his ideas, but Bruce did the same when dealing with Dick.
He seemed to have the patience to communicate well, but he actually didn't understand Dick at all. He didn't know why he was like this or what he wanted. He interpreted it all as nonsense.
When many people were children, they felt that their parents were stubborn, inflexible, and unreasonable. They also told themselves in their hearts that when they became parents, they would never become like this.
But if they could really do it, there wouldn't be so many awkward and painful family relationships in the world.
When people are in a low position, they beautify themselves, thinking that with their own willpower, they can remain pure even if they are in a high position.
But when they are really in a high position, they will think, human nature cannot stand the test, I am just for myself, what is wrong with me.
The same goes for the father-son relationship.
When I was a son, I wanted a father who was reasonable, understanding and communicative.
When I became a father, I would think, I have given him so much, I am so busy at work, and I bear so much pressure. Can’t my son understand me?
Human beings essentially cannot understand each other and never learn any lessons from history. Fatherhood is the epitome of these two points.
Therefore, the alternation of paternity has been carried out thousands of times, and when it falls on everyone, it is still extremely painful, and no one is immune.
This kind of tragedy did not bring Bruce any growth. It only made him realize that he was not immune to human weaknesses, but it made him feel fortunate that everyone was like this.
Then, this made him realize that the solution to the various contradictions in the replacement of patriarchy is not to let the other party go, but to let himself go.
As long as you do not beautify yourself into a perfect person who is absolutely correct, has strong willpower and self-control, you will not feel that you can do better than anyone else, and you will be able to solve the problem. The oppression of the father and the resistance of the son.
As a father, the path I point out is not perfect, so you just listen to it for now. It’s up to you whether you want to go or not. As a son, my plan for my life is not perfect either, so I still need other people’s opinions.
Only by giving up the unreasonable arrogance and self-glorification that comes from the inferior nature of human beings can there be room for each other to take a step back, and these reserved spaces can accommodate love and understanding.
Of course, there is another possibility. Bruce, who was sitting on the ground, thought that if he took a step back, the other party would push forward. What should he do then?
At this time, Bruce thought again, what is the difference between patriarchy and power?
Father and son have a physiological blood connection, but this cannot be perceived in reality. The so-called blood is thicker than water, which refers more to emotional connection. The difference between patriarchy and power lies in love.
The essence of love is not to make people move forward aggressively, but to make people retreat with consideration.
Once there is no love, this relationship becomes outright exploitation and oppression.
As for what to do in the face of pure exploitation and oppression, Bruce knew that he had already learned this lesson.