Chapter 71 Can you teach me to become strong?

"You shouldn't say that about Bruce."

After Bruce left the room, Martian Hunter said to Peter, "This kid is not as bad as you say."

"I know."

Peter stared at the flames in the fireplace, "Rebellious, self-righteous, lonely, suspicious, stubborn and paranoid in his bones, if he was in school, he would definitely be the kind of student called a 'freak', even if he was rich."

"If he was a rich second-generation, he might be a playboy that people loved and hated; if he was a hero, he might be a knight who protected the city."

Peter picked up the coffee with a unique taste brewed by Martian Hunter.

"But now, he can't save anyone, he's just a brat who will mess everything up."

Martian Hunter moved his eyebrows and said, "Maybe you can add a billionaire, billionaire brat-Bruce Wayne."

Peter looked at him in surprise. Martians also have a sense of humor?

"Is John okay?"

Not noticing Peter's expression, Martian Hunter picked up an Oreo cookie and asked Peter.

"He's still emotionally stable. You can give him some psychological counseling tomorrow."

Peter has always felt that Martian Manhunter is suitable for a career as a psychologist.

Using the ability of "reading minds" to solve other people's psychological problems, it's a professional match.

"I never easily peek into other people's hearts."

Mars Manhunter seemed to see Peter's thoughts and said seriously.

"It's like a cat saying that it has never stolen anything in its life. Okay, Jones, do you know which organization replaced Bruce?"

Peter turned the topic back to the right track.

Mars Manhunter's hand holding the Oreo paused in the air, and did not answer directly, but asked Peter: "How much do you know about Gotham, Peter?"

"Not much."

He said to Martian Manhunter: "All I know about Gotham is through 'ArtBell'."

"ArtBell?"

"A night show on Gotham Radio, mainly involving supernatural phenomena and various weird news. The commentators in it will talk about conspiracies, UFOs and all the weird things in the United States."

The reason why Peter pays attention to this radio show is completely out of bad taste.

In Gotham City, where people are simple and honest, there are many super criminals, either crazy, mentally ill or perverted.

He listened to the radio just to have some fun, to see if he could hear the news about those weird super criminals he heard in his previous life.

"Your taste is a little different, Peter."

After Martian Hunter complained, he said to him: "Have you heard of a mysterious organization in Gotham? This organization hidden in the dark, completely unpunished, unknown, and controlling the power of Gotham."

Peter shook his head, "No, no, your tone now sounds like Jones, the host of ArtBell Radio."

He put down the coffee and asked: "Do you suspect that this mysterious organization has replaced Bruce?"

Martian Hunter said with a serious expression: "Yes, in addition, I got a message that this mysterious organization seems to be plotting something big in Gotham."

Hearing this, Peter stared at the dark night outside the window.

The skyline of Gotham City in the distance, separated by a river, emerged faintly in the night.

"This kind of thing happens every day in that city. It's too far away from us."

"Huh!"

Bruce suddenly woke up from his trembling!

Wipe the sweat off his face, he exhaled dejectedly.

He had the nightmare about that alley again.

The scene of his parents' death in the nightmare was played out again.

He turned his head and looked at the window.

The glass in the night seemed to be stained with blood, black blood, thick and sticky.

The blood that turned into a nightmare in the alley seemed to flow slowly on the glass.

Shaking his head, Bruce looked at the glass again and found that there was nothing on it.

He was in a very bad mood. After a while of being dazed, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes, left the room, and walked upstairs.

After coming to the rooftop alone, Bruce wrapped his clothes tightly to resist the cold wind.

Take a deep breath and walk to the edge of the rooftop.

Looking down at the matchbox-sized car below, he felt a little dizzy because he was afraid of heights.

Standing on the edge, looking at the rooftop on the other side, he mustered up the courage to try to jump over.

But the moment he was about to jump over, he suddenly became cowardly, hesitated for a long time and finally did not jump over.

"What are you doing, Bruce."

The sudden voice behind him scared him, and he staggered and almost fell down.

Steady his body and looked back, and found that it was Peter standing there.

"I'm trying to overcome fear, Mr. Padrick."

Bruce turned around and said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "What you said tonight is right. I have always been cowardly and fearful in my heart. Maybe only by overcoming fear can I become strong."

"Only if I become strong, things like today will not happen."

Bruce's face was full of regret and self-blame, "I won't kill innocent people."

"Fear is not something you avoid like a snake and scorpion, Bruce."

Peter didn't expect that this kid would try to overcome fear in this way.

He organized his words and said: "It can also be a tool, a spur. Without fear, life is meaningless."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to the other party, "Come down, you shouldn't stand so high."

Bruce looked at Peter's hand reaching out to him, hesitated for a moment, and finally grabbed it and jumped down.

"You're disappointed in me, aren't you? Mr. Padrick."

Bruce asked Peter after jumping off.

Peter shook his head, "No, we all grow up from immaturity."

Bruce was silent for a long time. After fighting in his heart for a while, he bit his lip and said to Peter: "Sir, actually I know who is chasing me."

Peter looked at him in surprise, "Who is it?"

Bruce said with a complicated expression: "That mysterious organization. It's called the Court of Owls. It is said to be composed of prominent families in Gotham. It controls Gotham, secretly observes everything in Gotham, and infiltrates Wayne Enterprises. My parents His death may even have something to do with it.”

"It was the Court of Owls who knocked me out and put that fake Bruce in my place."

Bruce blew the cold wind, wrapped his clothes tightly, and whispered the song he heard, "Beware of the Court of Owls, they will always monitor your travels."

"I have been investigating this mysterious organization. I don't know why they replaced me with a fake Bruce, but I know. They must be planning something. Alfred, my friends, they may all be in danger. "

Bruce's tone was full of worry, "Not only Gotham, but the wildfires spreading in Kansas may be related to the Court of Owls."

"Sir, I want to stop them. I know I am not strong enough. Can you teach me to become strong?"