"His parents chose a happy family and a peaceful life, and did not use violent means to deal with the city, but they fell under violence. Batman is the opposite. If he chose violence, he might not

No more having a family.”

Gordon showed a sad expression and said: "...I am the same way. I really hope that he can realize this early and maybe there is a chance to redeem himself."

"He will."

After Schiller finished speaking, he turned to look out the window of the restaurant. The night was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier, and the manor buildings were looming in the rising rain and fog.

When the wind blows over the roofs of the manor area, everyone will feel frightened by those sharp Gothic spiers. When it blows into Wayne Manor through the warm windows, it does not become warm.

"Now, you go to sleep, go to sleep, understand? Don't stand here, don't look at me like this, lie on the bed, and then fall asleep, is this difficult?" Bruce pressed his hands on the shoulders of an extremely thin little girl.

said to her.

This little girl was one of the children he brought to the hospital before. The other children were already lying on the hospital bed for treatment, but she was the only one. No matter how much Batman tried to persuade her, she would just cry and cry.

If it barks, it will only run away and bite.

The little girl kept looking up at him, her big eyes full of fear, but she didn't move at all. Bruce wanted to hug her, but she ran away and forced her into a corner. She bit, couldn't speak, couldn't communicate.

, like a crazy wild cat.

Bruce squatted on the spot and covered his eyes with his hands. He said, "Then can you tell me what you want to do?"

The little girl turned to look at the window. Bruce closed his eyes hard and said, "It's raining outside, and you have a high fever now. If you go out, you will die immediately. Why don't you understand?"

Bruce felt that what he said was very clear. Even Aisha could completely understand what he said, but this little girl seemed to understand nothing.

Bruce even had the illusion that she was deliberately going against him, but when he calmed down, he felt that this was impossible. He was not abusing her. Why on earth would she do this?

"Dick, Dick! You come here and look at her while I look for a book." Bruce called Dick over and asked him to look at the little girl. He went to his study and got a book on child psychology.

This is his textbook. He didn't read it carefully in the past, but now he must read it carefully.

After watching for a long time, Bruce discovered that this little girl should have stress-trauma disorder, which is a disease that often occurs in abused children. The treatment suggestions given are to establish a sense of security for her, especially to establish a sense of security for her.

A safe environment.

Bruce raised his head and looked at Wayne Manor. He felt that there was no safer place in the world than here.

The hall is paved with warm-colored floors, and all the furniture is made of solid wood. The flame burning in the fireplace is very strong, bringing a cozy warmth. The windows and doors are sealed tightly, so that no cold wind can blow in.

If it's not safe here, isn't it safer in those dark, cramped alleys?

Bruce felt that the comfort he had done was much more than what was written in the book. He kept asking, caring, and taking care of her, but it had no effect at all. Not only did she not respond, she also refused to give injections, take medicine, or eat.

He drank water and showed aggressive behavior.

After struggling until midnight, Bruce felt that he was very tired. Fortunately, the little girl was also tired. Her physical strength could not support it for so long, so she just passed out. Fortunately, Alfred checked him and fed him.

After taking some medicine, the fever gradually subsided, and now I just need to rest.

Bruce leaned on the sofa and wiped his face. He felt sleepy coming, and at this time, he heard the "ta-ta-ta-ta" footsteps. Dick, who had already changed into pajamas, came down the stairs, holding in his hand

He was also holding a pillow.

In the dark hall, only the fire in the fireplace was lit, and the outlines of the furniture were clearly visible. Bruce had the illusion that the scene he had lived in for so many years was unfamiliar.

"What's wrong, Dick?" Bruce asked, raising his spirits.

"I just... I just want to ask that little girl... what happened to her?"

"...She's sick." Bruce replied: "This may make her a little irritable, but she will be fine soon. Don't worry, just go back to sleep."

Dick sighed, walked to Bruce and sat down. He was next to Bruce, and Bruce could even feel his body temperature. Dick turned his head, looked up at Bruce and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead." Bruce didn't look at him.

The firelight of the fireplace shines on the two people, and the light and shadow pass over the body. When the two figures, one large and one small, sit side by side on the sofa, there is always a sense of warmth, like the scene of a father-son conversation engraved in human genes.

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"I think... that little girl may not want to stay here." Dick hesitated and said, "She may not like us very much."

Dick rubbed the pillow in his hand and said, "In other words, she is in pain. Staying here makes her suffer. We shouldn't let her suffer, right?"

"Why does staying here cause her pain?" Bruce asked, "There are medicines and food here, there is a safe room, and there is a soft bed. Why does this make him suffer?"

"If it makes her suffer here, do I have to send her back to the place where she originally stayed? That shabby shed with a piece of iron sheet casually erected between two alleys as a roof?"

"I don't know." Dick leaned to the other side and said, "I just think that if she feels uncomfortable, we should think about why she feels uncomfortable and try to make her life as good as possible.

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"I'm trying to do that." Bruce said in a higher voice: "He has taken the medicine now and is asleep, which means there is progress."

"But she fainted from exhaustion..." Dick whispered: "I just saw that she was frowning while sleeping..."

Suddenly, a "bang" sound came, which startled Dick. He saw Bruce banging the table with his hand. He immediately stood up, stood one meter away from the coffee table, and then looked at Bruce.

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Suddenly, Bruce lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Go back to sleep, Dick...go back to sleep."

Dick faced him and took two steps back until he was out of the range of the light source, then turned and ran upstairs. Bruce leaned on the sofa alone, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and then fell asleep.

Early the next morning, there was no Dick at the dinner table. Alfred explained: "Master Dick left very early today. He went to school."

Bruce nodded and said nothing. However, Dick did not come back until the evening. Bruce asked Alfred: "Can't you go home on Monday and Tuesday? Why didn't he come back?"

"Master Dick just asked the newsboy to send back a letter. The content is probably that he is too busy with studies and has to stay overnight for a few days."

Bruce took the letter from Alfred's hand. He saw the handwriting on it, but he couldn't recognize it. He remembered that he had seen Dick's exercise book last time, and the handwriting on it was still very immature.

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But now, the English on this letter had some cursive style, and it looked like a letter written by an adult. Bruce found that he had never paid attention to these changes.

And when it started to rain again in Gotham, he was still sitting alone on the sofa, with only the dim and heavy bells in the manor to accompany him.

Before he fell asleep, he clenched his fists, seemingly making a decision, but as he fell asleep, he relaxed his arms, and his fingertips trembled slightly with his breathing, as if playing with the fire of a fireplace.

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On this cold night in Gotham in 1990, all that could be seen was the fleeting lightning on the horizon and the shadows of clouds hidden in the rain and fog in the distance under the bright light.

Gotham has gone through three years!
Chapter completed!