When Bruce opened his eyes again, it was Gordon's face that appeared in front of him, but what he was waiting for was not a puzzled inquiry or concern. Gordon said slightly anxiously: "Bruce, Mayor Roy was killed this morning.
When it came to the assassination, he was seriously injured!"
Bruce woke up instantly, but along with his wakefulness came severe pain and dizziness that made him suffocate.
He found that he couldn't straighten up at all. Gordon quickly helped him sit up and said, "Who did you fight with last night? You broke three ribs, injured your lungs, and lost two molars in the back."
"
Bruce's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he did not answer, but asked: "How is Roy?"
"It's not good." Gordon looked gloomy. He sighed and continued: "I saved a life, but the problem is that now many people think it was Falcone who did it, and the situation has become very tense.
.”
Gordon sat beside Bruce's bed and poured him water while saying, "You also know that the Falcone family is a gangster family after all, and Falcone Jr. needs to be responsible for the interests of the family."
"His prestige is not as good as his father's, so on certain things, he must be ruthless and carry them out to the end to establish his authority."
"He and Roy also have differences on certain issues of urban development. Roy feels that he is too selfish and only cares about Falcone and the Twelve Families, and cannot solve the root causes of Gotham's problems."
"Alberto feels that Roy is completely unrealistic and wants to copy the successful plan of Imperial City. Without localization reforms, everything will fail."
"Roy feels that Alberto just wants to seek personal gain for the Falcone family, and Alberto feels that Roy does it for his own political career. The problem is that neither of them can prove that they have no selfish motives."
"Originally, you were there to calm things down before. Neither of them dared to offend you, so they didn't make too much of a fuss. But you haven't attended the last few banquets. The two of them have already made a fuss openly.
Very stiff.”
"As a result, just this morning Roy was assassinated on his way to the city government office building. He was shot four times. Fortunately, the hospital was close and he saved his life."
"He said he didn't see the killer clearly, but everyone thought it was Alberto who did it. To be honest, the Falcone family has a bad record in this regard. Everyone knows how the previous mayors died."
Bruce struggled to get up from the bed, and then immediately stooped down, with a look of pain on his face, but he still stood up and shouted to the door: "Alfred...Alfred! Get your clothes ready.
, I’m going to Falcone Manor.”
Gordon helped Bruce get dressed reluctantly, but Bruce was a little reluctant to stand and moved too haggardly. Bruce took a deep breath, looked at Gordon and said: "Get me some analgesics, don't let Al
Fred knows."
As soon as Gordon opened his mouth, Bruce stretched out a hand to stop him from speaking, and then said: "I know the dangers of abusing painkillers better than anyone else, but the current situation is special and Gotham's transformation is entering a critical stage.
I can't let this go to waste."
Gordon sighed. He helped Bruce sit down beside the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he took out the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist.
After a while, a bag hanging under a rope appeared outside the window. Gordon walked over, opened the window, and took off the bag. There were several bottles of medicine inside. Bruce was about to reach out to take it, but Gordon took his hand away.
Go back and say:
"I have to remind you that this thing may affect your IQ. Your precious genius brain must not be poisoned by drugs, so you must swear to me that you will never abuse analgesics."
"Don't worry, I swear, I care about my brain more than anyone else."
Gordon hesitated in every possible way, but in the end it was not Bruce's assurance that made him hand the medicine to Bruce, but the pain between his brows.
Bruce felt better after taking medicine, so the two of them planned to go out, but when they walked out of the door, Bruce saw Dick at the end of the corridor.
Dick walked forward hesitantly, still holding the homework book in his hand. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before he said: "Last night, Tim and Jason persuaded me all night, okay, I'm sorry, Bruce.
I know before I..."
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. A uniformed police officer quickly rushed up and whispered a few words into Gordon's ear. Gordon's expression changed and he said to Bruce: "Roy's sister took it."
She went to Falcone's manor with a gun. She shot Alberto first and then herself. Mrs. Falcone was frightened and fainted. She went to the hospital for a checkup and found out she was pregnant.
But the situation is not good.”
"Alberto is almost mad. He wants the lives of Roy and his sister. The heads of the twelve families are trying to dissuade him, but they can no longer dissuade him. We must go there immediately and stop Albert.
Trust.”
Bruce's expression also changed. He knew that the Falcone family were all of Italian origin and traditional Catholics. They valued their family very much. Mrs. Falcone was injured, and the conflict would definitely be intensified to a very dangerous point.
Bruce really couldn't care too much. He rushed downstairs quickly, opened the door of the police car, pulled out the driver, got in, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
Dick stood there, looking at his back. All the courage he had mustered up overnight had dissipated.
After Bruce persuaded him to resolve all the conflicts and dragged his tired and painful body back to the manor, Dick had already packed his schoolbag. Bruce walked to him and sat down and said: "Dick, I'm back, I think we
We can talk."
"I'm really sorry." Dick looked at Bruce with tears in his eyes and said, "I didn't know you were hurt. I didn't know you were hurt so badly."
The black-haired boy turned his head away, reached out and stuffed the last book into his bag, and then said: "You should go to rest and have a good sleep. I don't have any problems, or compared to the problems you face, I
These are all small problems that I can solve myself."
Bruce looked at him in a daze. For some reason, he felt as if his chest was blocked by something. It was even more uncomfortable than the pain of broken ribs.
"Just now, I called the teacher to apologize. I promised her that I would do my homework well and asked her to agree to my boarding at school. Today is Friday, so I won't be back this weekend."
After saying that, Dick put on his schoolbag, walked up to Bruce, stared into his eyes and said, "We should all try hard not to worry you, so that you can use your free time to rest."
"Dick, don't do this, Dick..." Bruce called Dick's name repeatedly and said, "We need to talk."
"You should go to the hospital now." Dick looked at Bruce's pale face and said very seriously: "I can solve my own problems, so you should also solve yours."
After saying that, Dick was about to walk out. Bruce pulled his arm. Dick turned around helplessly. He opened his schoolbag and took out his homework book. After opening it, he showed it to Bruce: "Look, I wrote well yesterday.
As for the homework, I understood all the questions and corrected my previous mistakes.”
Bruce glanced at the neat handwriting on the exercise book, and found that he was not happy at all, but felt angry and sad, but then he felt ashamed of his emotions.
Dick closed his homework, gently touched Bruce's face with his hand, and said, "I'm going to school."
When the boy turned around, he happened to walk into the sunset light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the string in Bruce's heart finally broke.
"Come back, Dick!"
Bruce couldn't feel the pain anymore. He stood up, grabbed Dick and pulled him back. Dick frowned, obviously hurt by him, but Bruce had no intention of letting go. He emphasized
He said again: "I said, come back! Dick! What the hell are you kidding about?!"
"I'm going to school!" Dick emphasized.
"I said I wanted to have a good talk with you, but you thought you had nothing to say to me, so you lost your temper and now you want to run away from home. Dick Grayson, do you think I will let you act like this?!
"
Bruce felt that all the blood in his body began to burn. He strode to the phone and dialed the number. "If you don't want to study, then I will call the teacher and ask for a few days off. You must develop a good study habit at home."
Get used to it and then go to school."
Dick was stunned. The schoolbag in his hand fell to the ground. He looked at Bruce in disbelief and said, "Do you think I'm lying? Even though I completed my homework well, you still don't believe me? You still want to call the teacher?
Confirm, is what I said true?!"
In an instant, Dick's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you hate me, you can just tell me! I don't do my homework well, and you have to teach me a lesson. Now I do my homework well, and I plan to go to school, but you don't let me do it."
Let me go, is it wrong no matter what I do?"
"Last night, you still had nightmares due to mental trauma. This afternoon, you told me that you were going to live on campus. Dick Grayson, are you taking responsibility for your own health?!" Bruce also raised his voice.
"I know my mental health better than you do!" Dick almost started screaming.
But then, he showed an extremely sad expression, stood there and said to himself: "You wouldn't do this to Tim and Jason. I shouldn't believe them when they say you are a first-time father and have no experience."
, I shouldn’t be considerate of you, you don’t appreciate it at all!”
"I just wish you better!" Bruce said.
Dick took two steps back, shook his head and said, "Is it as good as you are now?"
Bruce opened his eyes wide, but Dick wiped away his tears and stepped back and said, "Why do you ask me for something you can't do yourself?"
After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the door. The phone in Bruce's hand fell and hit the ground with a clang.
Bruce held the back of the sofa and sat back on the sofa. Uncontrollable pain erupted from his chest. He had never felt such pain in his life.
Bruce felt like he was struggling to even breathe, like a fish that was about to dry up. The dizziness caused by suffocation made his eyes covered with a layer of black mist, and an inexplicable fear surrounded him. He felt that he would
die.
Bruce had never thought about it this way before, but this time he felt extremely panicked. He firmly believed that he would die, and he also firmly believed that he was afraid of death.
He almost hurriedly took out the analgesic from his pocket, poured out a handful with trembling, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Hazy and dreamy light and shadow appeared in front of Bruce's eyes, making him feel as if he had returned to the roof of Wayne Tower and saw the neon lights of Gotham every night.
Thomas, who really saw these neon lights, took off the pistol from his waist, filled the magazine with four bullets with his black-gloved fingers, without any joy of victory between his brows.
What's amazing is that the wrinkles of this old Batman, which have long been tamed by pain, can actually squeeze out more pain from the pain.
Just like the continuous cold rain every night in Gotham.
