The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman, in these short two months, you have seen the darkest side of this city, no, maybe not the darkest side, after all you brought a lot, at least more than an umbrella Much more.

Before you came here, you learned martial arts, made countless inventions, kept exercising all the year round, your body is in incredible health, your mind is very flexible, and you don't have any bad habits.

You think you're alone, experiencing life, but in fact, you have more than everyone here.

You came to the slums of Gotham with such conditions, and saw how the people here live. So, you found that you have been doing some useless work for the past ten years.

As long as there is evil soil, poisonous strains will definitely grow. No matter how many flowers you cut off, there is no way to stop thousands of seeds from taking root.

You feel desperate for this. As a loser, you comfort yourself with a wry smile, but in fact you don't really want to laugh, you are just a poor imitation...

Schiller stood still and touched his ears, and said, I didn't hear you want to laugh, so the smile you showed is very disgusting.

But now, you can laugh from the bottom of your heart, because I am a tolerant person, the most tolerant person in Gotham. Even if you fall in front of me now, I will never hurt you.

On the contrary, I'm more than happy to send you back to Wayne Manor, where you should be.

There is everything you need there, food to fill your stomach, medicine to heal your wounds, a bed to rest you in, safety, enjoyment, warmth, and it's time for you to do it.

You've already seen it, haven't you? Schiller spread his hands and said, You've made yourself like this, and you've already experienced the difficulty of the people at the bottom. This kind of material is enough to move you for another ten years. Isn't that enough?

If I send you back, tonight, you can put on the bat suit again, stand on the roof of the Wayne Building, and show mercy to all beings with a deeper heart. This time, you didn't pay anything, like this The mental and physical exhaustion has left you with almost permanent scars, and you have paid too much for them...

You don't really need to do this at all. They don't deserve it at all. Your kindness has left you covered in bruises here. You stick to the bottom line, and they will just do whatever they can.

What prompted you to do this? It is your kindness and your great heart of justice that make you unwilling to do anything that violates the law even in the slums. This is the moral bottom line you stick to.

The people in the slums can't give you anything, but you are willing to pay so much for them, and you are willing to suffer so much for them. Everything here is enough...

So, another clown is willing to offer you a little money, but I can do more. When your body is close to its limit, I can send you back to Wayne Manor so that you can have a good rest.

Soon, Alfred will serve you a steaming meal, Elsa will throw herself into your arms, Dick will look at you worriedly, and you can share family happiness...

Schiller's voice echoed in the empty and dark chemical factory, with an inexplicable allure, Bruce began to hallucinate in front of his eyes.

The moisture stained on the eyelashes turned into neon light under the light of the match.

Bruce saw the chandelier of Wayne Manor, shining with dreamy luster, and under the chandelier, on the expensive wooden long table, all kinds of expensive ingredients that he hadn't seen or eaten for a long time were brought up.

Alfred was standing beside him smiling, Elsa was in his arms, Dick was in the second seat, and at this moment, Selena, dressed up, came and kissed him on the cheek and said he was a hero .

Everyone praised him, for his spirit of sacrifice, for his broad mind, for paying so much for him, and for doing things that were not necessary, everyone was very moved.

Then, he heard the click sound of the shutter. It turned out that the reporters came in, and all of this was under their watchful eyes. His heroic actions were recorded in their original form.

Batman's bad reputation has finally been cleared, and everyone in the mansion, restaurant, and manor is praising him.

What is even more surprising is that Bruce Wayne also won the title of a prodigal son, and the shares of the Wayne Group soared. Going a step further, there is already a prototype of a final product.

Batman's popularity far exceeded expectations, so he embarked on the road to politics.

He wanted to fundamentally change the country, and unsurprisingly, under the dual values ​​of wealth and fame, he stood at the top.

Batman announced education reform, announced a series of life guarantees for the slums, and he finally succeeded, successfully completed all this.

Years later, when he recalled these glorious experiences, he told reporters that it was all because of his good intentions at the beginning.

He entered the lowest level of Gotham and experienced the difficulty of the poor. These two months were the most important two months in his life. He learned a lot from these people living in the slums...

With the timeline of the story, the dream comes to an end, and the dreamy light is about to disappear.

How much Bruce wanted to take another look, but there were no more matches for him to strike.

When the last match goes out, the little match girl doesn't feel warm and satisfied, she just feels colder than before.

Lying on the cold surface of the platform, the carousel flashed through Bruce's mind for just a moment, and at this moment, Schiller's words just fell.

Bruce felt that there was a force bursting out of his chest, like a volcano about to erupt. He had never experienced such intense emotions, so he didn't know how to release it.

At this time, he felt a shadow covering his head, Schiller came over and looked down at him, Bruce saw the familiar crazy smile in his eyes, he understood, all of this It's all a clown's trap.

It's not an accident that Jack will help him. He didn't give up those crazy plans, and he didn't really want to be Batman's mentor. The purpose of the clown from the beginning to the end is only one, that is, to make Batman laugh .

Schiller squatted down, pressed Bruce's shoulder and said, You are about to get out of the sea of ​​suffering, Batman, aren't you happy about it? Since you are happy, you should smile, smile from the bottom of your heart...

Let's go, Batman, I'll take you back, you should have a good sleep...

Schiller grabbed Bruce's shoulders, carried Bruce on his back, turned around, and walked towards the stairs of the platform with Bruce on his back.

And just as he was approaching the railing, Schiller felt that the person on his back suddenly burst out with great strength.

Schiller staggered a bit, holding onto the railing next to him with one hand, but the moment his center of gravity lost balance, Bruce on his back jumped out of the railing and grabbed the edge of the railing with his hands.

Schiller turned his head, his eyes filled with crazy light, he looked at Bruce and said, What are you doing?!! What else do you want to do?!!! Batman!! Are you crazy?!!!

Bruce's hand gradually slid down, from the railing's horizontal rail to the railing's vertical railing, and finally, only two hands were left on the edge of the platform.

And below him is the bottomless mixing pool of chemical agents.

On the surface of the fluorescent medicine, there are tiny bubbles flickering all the time, like particles flying around the sun, and the pungent smell keeps drifting away, making people feel dizzy.

And in such chaotic and psychedelic light, only one pair of eyes was very bright. Bruce looked up, and on his face against the light, every scar and ravine appeared deeper, but because of this, those eyes were more like being buried in a rock formation. of sapphires.

Here... there is nothing... what I'm looking for... Bruce said intermittently: I have experienced... the whole life, and understood many things... There is no need... to experience this again...

He swallowed hard, under such circumstances, it was very difficult for him to speak a complete sentence.

I was hungry, achy, sleepy... just like them.

His arms began to tremble continuously, until his whole body began to tremble, but he still raised his face, facing Schiller's condescending gaze, and said, There is only one thing I haven't done...

One of Bruce's hands was released, but Schiller showed a terrified expression. He quickly squatted down, trying to pull Bruce, but the moment he stretched out his hand, Bruce let go of the only one hand.

The moment Bruce was captured by the gravity of the sun, his hair fluttered upwards, and his whole body was no longer so tired and heavy, but became light, like a dragonfly getting up from water, or a gull gliding with wings.

The sound of falling into the water sounded together with the last sentence:

There's one last thing I'm left with, and that's, being them.

In the face of crazy reality, tell yourself... just smile.

Bruce smiled, genuinely, as he merged with the sun's rays.

In front of Schiller, a rising drop of water fell, and he slowly closed his eyes, the crazy expression on his face disappeared, but he did not let go of his hand that was firmly grasping the railing.

The quiet night of Gotham is like a dark and mysterious universe.

Soon, dawn came, and when the sun rose from the horizon, there was no mystery and coquettishness of dusk, but with unique gloom.

A figure dragged another figure and walked out from the gate of the factory. Behind them was a misty sun.

The cool morning dew falls, reflecting the luster of the leather shoes. When the stone road is foggy, a pious whisper comes:

If there can only be one laughing Batman in this world... Batman Laughing, God bless you forever, Amen.

Amen