[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world
Chapter 23: Into the Inner World of the Dark Bat
"It is indeed difficult."
Ada replied with a smile and ended the topic.After all, this conversation centered on Bruce Wayne, the visitor, and letting the other party inquire about the doctor's situation was of no significance to the consultation.So she just responded politely, and then gently let go of this topic.
She folded the test form that Bruce had filled out earlier, and tapped on the table twice, not only to make the paper level, but also to interrupt the previous questioning of herself.After putting down the test form, she sat up straight from the seat, held the pen, leaned forward slightly in the direction of Bruce Wayne, and was ready to listen.
"You don't have to be so restrained, it doesn't matter if you relax a little bit." She gestured and turned her head towards him, "Just sit in the posture you like. Should you pull the chair a little further? Or pull it closer?"
Bruce pulled the chair back subconsciously, leaving a distance, and at the same time leaned back a little bit more, crossed his arms across his chest and abdomen, and crossed his fingers.
——Typical defensive action.
she thinks.
It seemed that she also realized that her movements were a bit inappropriate. Bruce Wayne wanted to straighten his body, but Ada had already leaned back. Although her face was still facing his direction, she also changed her posture. Allow yourself to lean back against the back of the chair, leaving some room for him.This made the man relax a little unconsciously, and slowly leaned back on the back of his chair.
No matter how good a showman is, body language can't be disguised -- and neither can the best spies.Because it is an instinctive reaction, and human beings are not as good at controlling their brains and nerves as they think.
"I think this is good." He said, and at the same time smiled slightly, "Your sofa and chair here are very comfortable, if possible, I would like to change to such a one in my office, you can't imagine How unsuitable for naps are those Wayne Co. chairs."
"I guess that's because they weren't designed to sleep in the first place?" Ada added a quip.
"That's why those who design chairs don't know how to keep up with the times." Bruce Wayne shrugged exaggeratedly, "Nowadays, more and more employees need to take a nap in the company, why can't the manufacturers who design chairs think about it?" The needs of these white-collar workers?"
— is performing.
Ada silently gave this "no bread why not eat cake" playboy show a bad review.
He said it as if he didn't know that when most capitalists buy office equipment, they don't consider how the employees feel about using it, but whether the item is cheap enough and whether there is a discount.
"Of course, the most important thing is..." Bruce allowed a dramatic pause, "Their lack of consideration in this area will make me wake up with a sore neck every time I wake up in a meeting."
——Very good, a performance that fits the personality very well.
Ada barely gave his performance a three.
"Then you should really switch chairs," she said fairly, "if you often sleep in meetings."
"I thought you were going to ask me why I slept in the meeting." He laughed.
She "looked" at him: "Do you want to talk about this?"
"No, of course not. It's nothing to talk about." Bruce spread his hands and pressed his whole body on the back of the chair. "I'm not directly involved in the management of the company. Lucius and the others will take care of it. My job is just Go sign and stamp - smack, smack, ok, end - that's it. This is my job. Very boring, nothing special... Are we sure we're going to waste our precious time on these work topics? Please, don't .”
— a part of the truth.He trusted Lucius.
Ada nodded, and changed the subject graciously: "Then what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know either." Bruce tilted his head again, "It's my first time to do psychological counseling, I'm actually very curious about the work of your psychiatrists, you know, you are always portrayed as amazing in TV dramas and movies , as if you can see the patient's lesions at a glance-what topic do you usually start with? Do you start with 'how do you feel recently' like in the movie?"
"Do you want to start talking from that?" Ada didn't take his words directly, but threw the question back to him.
"How am I feeling recently?" He shrugged with a smile, "Actually, I feel fine, nothing special."
--lie.
It seemed that he also felt that what he said was really not credible-especially as the Brucey baby who alone supported half the sky of Gotham's newspapers-Bruce added another sentence.
"It's just that my housekeeper thinks I need to see a psychiatrist." His tone was a little cynical. "You know, my extreme sports and scandals do worry an old British man, don't you?"
—Sounds a lot like the truth, but it's still a lie.
Ada noticed that he unconsciously emphasized his tone when he said "extreme sports", and she silently recorded the word on the watch.
"Your housekeeper thinks so... what do you think yourself?" she asked.
Bruce involuntarily turned his cuff buttons and gave a short laugh.
"My thoughts?" He was silent for a long moment this time. "I can't stop--yes, I know that's not a commendable way to live, it looks stupid, and it doesn't do any good...but I can't stop. I can’t come down. In other words, I don’t want to let myself stop. Although I also know that the people around me don’t agree with this way of life, and although Alfred never directly stops me, I know he doesn’t agree.”
- the truth.
After Ada made the judgment, she silently complained to the AI in her heart.
——Yeah, isn’t it enough for the elderly to worry about breaking their arms and legs because of mountaineering, skiing and skydiving?That is, the butler will "not directly stop" you.This is going to leave my hometown, which brat is so skinny, the family can't just give him a discount on his legs.
However, as a professional psychiatrist, she still has to be humanistic, taking the feelings of the visitors as the most important consideration.So instead of judging his behavior, Ada brought up something she had noticed in it.
"You care about your housekeeper...is his name Alfred?" she said softly, "You care about his feelings, I can hear that. You have a good relationship?"
"Yes." The mention of Alfred brought a genuine smile to Bruce's lips, "He was a friend of my parents... and an important family member of mine. After my parents passed away, it was Alfred who Red has always taken care of me. He has taught me a lot, attended my PTA meetings, guarded our family...he has been the most loyal and true friend to our family. Alfred always handles everything Well, without him - I just can't imagine that life."
——True words.
"You like him very much," she was sure.
"Yeah. Alfred was the best mate. There were a lot of things I did that I knew he didn't approve of...but he was there for me."
After saying this, the smile on his lips disappeared, and something invisible was pressing on him. He pinched his knuckles unconsciously, and his voice sank slightly.
"I'm sorry I always... make him worry so much."
— Gratitude and guilt.
Although he suppressed it well, those emotions still leaked from his movements, from the subtle turns of his voice, captured by Nunnally's perception, and conveyed to her mind.
"Do you think you violated his expectations?" she asked.
"Going against Alfred's expectations? No, of course not—" His voice stopped suddenly, and it took him a while before he spoke again, "Sometimes... indeed. Sometimes I His expectations were violated."
After saying this, Bruce fell silent again.Ada didn't interrupt, but quietly waited for him to say something...whether it was to continue talking or to divert the topic.
Bruce was silent for a long time, but continued to speak.
"There was one time..." he paused longer this time, but said it anyway, "the time I just came back to Gotham...he begged me not to dishonor my father's name, to protect it Our family's reputation. Because that was the last thing my father left. He only said that to me once...but I let him down."
Ada probably guessed what it was.
The heir of the Wayne family set fire to his manor after drinking too much wine at the banquet... It was a big sensation.
But Ada always thought there was something else hidden about that incident.
The Bruce Wayne she knew wasn't such a disproportionate guy.He's not the type to do such an absurd act.If he allowed his estate to burn, there must be a reason why he had to.
"And what I did..." He laughed shortly again, mocking himself, "The things I did really didn't add much decency to my family."
"Do you think so?" she asked.
"I can't help it." His voice dropped, "... there is no way."
——Is there no way to meet Alfred's expectations, or is there no way to do things that add glory to the family in the world's cognition?
Ada was also silent for a while, before she asked the key question: "Do you really think you have shamed your father?"
long silence.
Ada did not urge, but waited quietly.
Finally, the man shook his head slowly but firmly.
"No," he said, "I did...disgrace Wayne's reputation. But I know I didn't disgrace my father."
Ada smiled slightly and nodded slowly.
"That's fine," she said.
……
……
……
Due to time constraints, they ended the meeting before discussing more in-depth topics.After making an appointment for the next meeting, Bruce and Ada shook hands and said goodbye.
The door of the consultation room was closed. AI's voice popped out of her head.
"How does it feel?" it asked.
"Basically there is no progress." She said calmly, "He is very defensive. Or, throughout the meeting, he tried his best to hide his true inner side from me."
Still, Ada got in touch with a part of Bruce Wayne's essence.
She felt that she was really out of her mind last week to think Bruce Wayne was Sweetie.
... Beauty is misleading.
Yan Gou thought regretfully.
The author has something to say:
I was really impressed by the scene in the movie where the old man was poisoned by fear gas, and Ah Fu drove him back while weeping.
Alfred worked so hard.
PS: There will be another update at nine o'clock.Also the deep water torpedo thrown by onbgfbr before.
Come back at nine o'clock, everyone.
Ada replied with a smile and ended the topic.After all, this conversation centered on Bruce Wayne, the visitor, and letting the other party inquire about the doctor's situation was of no significance to the consultation.So she just responded politely, and then gently let go of this topic.
She folded the test form that Bruce had filled out earlier, and tapped on the table twice, not only to make the paper level, but also to interrupt the previous questioning of herself.After putting down the test form, she sat up straight from the seat, held the pen, leaned forward slightly in the direction of Bruce Wayne, and was ready to listen.
"You don't have to be so restrained, it doesn't matter if you relax a little bit." She gestured and turned her head towards him, "Just sit in the posture you like. Should you pull the chair a little further? Or pull it closer?"
Bruce pulled the chair back subconsciously, leaving a distance, and at the same time leaned back a little bit more, crossed his arms across his chest and abdomen, and crossed his fingers.
——Typical defensive action.
she thinks.
It seemed that she also realized that her movements were a bit inappropriate. Bruce Wayne wanted to straighten his body, but Ada had already leaned back. Although her face was still facing his direction, she also changed her posture. Allow yourself to lean back against the back of the chair, leaving some room for him.This made the man relax a little unconsciously, and slowly leaned back on the back of his chair.
No matter how good a showman is, body language can't be disguised -- and neither can the best spies.Because it is an instinctive reaction, and human beings are not as good at controlling their brains and nerves as they think.
"I think this is good." He said, and at the same time smiled slightly, "Your sofa and chair here are very comfortable, if possible, I would like to change to such a one in my office, you can't imagine How unsuitable for naps are those Wayne Co. chairs."
"I guess that's because they weren't designed to sleep in the first place?" Ada added a quip.
"That's why those who design chairs don't know how to keep up with the times." Bruce Wayne shrugged exaggeratedly, "Nowadays, more and more employees need to take a nap in the company, why can't the manufacturers who design chairs think about it?" The needs of these white-collar workers?"
— is performing.
Ada silently gave this "no bread why not eat cake" playboy show a bad review.
He said it as if he didn't know that when most capitalists buy office equipment, they don't consider how the employees feel about using it, but whether the item is cheap enough and whether there is a discount.
"Of course, the most important thing is..." Bruce allowed a dramatic pause, "Their lack of consideration in this area will make me wake up with a sore neck every time I wake up in a meeting."
——Very good, a performance that fits the personality very well.
Ada barely gave his performance a three.
"Then you should really switch chairs," she said fairly, "if you often sleep in meetings."
"I thought you were going to ask me why I slept in the meeting." He laughed.
She "looked" at him: "Do you want to talk about this?"
"No, of course not. It's nothing to talk about." Bruce spread his hands and pressed his whole body on the back of the chair. "I'm not directly involved in the management of the company. Lucius and the others will take care of it. My job is just Go sign and stamp - smack, smack, ok, end - that's it. This is my job. Very boring, nothing special... Are we sure we're going to waste our precious time on these work topics? Please, don't .”
— a part of the truth.He trusted Lucius.
Ada nodded, and changed the subject graciously: "Then what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know either." Bruce tilted his head again, "It's my first time to do psychological counseling, I'm actually very curious about the work of your psychiatrists, you know, you are always portrayed as amazing in TV dramas and movies , as if you can see the patient's lesions at a glance-what topic do you usually start with? Do you start with 'how do you feel recently' like in the movie?"
"Do you want to start talking from that?" Ada didn't take his words directly, but threw the question back to him.
"How am I feeling recently?" He shrugged with a smile, "Actually, I feel fine, nothing special."
--lie.
It seemed that he also felt that what he said was really not credible-especially as the Brucey baby who alone supported half the sky of Gotham's newspapers-Bruce added another sentence.
"It's just that my housekeeper thinks I need to see a psychiatrist." His tone was a little cynical. "You know, my extreme sports and scandals do worry an old British man, don't you?"
—Sounds a lot like the truth, but it's still a lie.
Ada noticed that he unconsciously emphasized his tone when he said "extreme sports", and she silently recorded the word on the watch.
"Your housekeeper thinks so... what do you think yourself?" she asked.
Bruce involuntarily turned his cuff buttons and gave a short laugh.
"My thoughts?" He was silent for a long moment this time. "I can't stop--yes, I know that's not a commendable way to live, it looks stupid, and it doesn't do any good...but I can't stop. I can’t come down. In other words, I don’t want to let myself stop. Although I also know that the people around me don’t agree with this way of life, and although Alfred never directly stops me, I know he doesn’t agree.”
- the truth.
After Ada made the judgment, she silently complained to the AI in her heart.
——Yeah, isn’t it enough for the elderly to worry about breaking their arms and legs because of mountaineering, skiing and skydiving?That is, the butler will "not directly stop" you.This is going to leave my hometown, which brat is so skinny, the family can't just give him a discount on his legs.
However, as a professional psychiatrist, she still has to be humanistic, taking the feelings of the visitors as the most important consideration.So instead of judging his behavior, Ada brought up something she had noticed in it.
"You care about your housekeeper...is his name Alfred?" she said softly, "You care about his feelings, I can hear that. You have a good relationship?"
"Yes." The mention of Alfred brought a genuine smile to Bruce's lips, "He was a friend of my parents... and an important family member of mine. After my parents passed away, it was Alfred who Red has always taken care of me. He has taught me a lot, attended my PTA meetings, guarded our family...he has been the most loyal and true friend to our family. Alfred always handles everything Well, without him - I just can't imagine that life."
——True words.
"You like him very much," she was sure.
"Yeah. Alfred was the best mate. There were a lot of things I did that I knew he didn't approve of...but he was there for me."
After saying this, the smile on his lips disappeared, and something invisible was pressing on him. He pinched his knuckles unconsciously, and his voice sank slightly.
"I'm sorry I always... make him worry so much."
— Gratitude and guilt.
Although he suppressed it well, those emotions still leaked from his movements, from the subtle turns of his voice, captured by Nunnally's perception, and conveyed to her mind.
"Do you think you violated his expectations?" she asked.
"Going against Alfred's expectations? No, of course not—" His voice stopped suddenly, and it took him a while before he spoke again, "Sometimes... indeed. Sometimes I His expectations were violated."
After saying this, Bruce fell silent again.Ada didn't interrupt, but quietly waited for him to say something...whether it was to continue talking or to divert the topic.
Bruce was silent for a long time, but continued to speak.
"There was one time..." he paused longer this time, but said it anyway, "the time I just came back to Gotham...he begged me not to dishonor my father's name, to protect it Our family's reputation. Because that was the last thing my father left. He only said that to me once...but I let him down."
Ada probably guessed what it was.
The heir of the Wayne family set fire to his manor after drinking too much wine at the banquet... It was a big sensation.
But Ada always thought there was something else hidden about that incident.
The Bruce Wayne she knew wasn't such a disproportionate guy.He's not the type to do such an absurd act.If he allowed his estate to burn, there must be a reason why he had to.
"And what I did..." He laughed shortly again, mocking himself, "The things I did really didn't add much decency to my family."
"Do you think so?" she asked.
"I can't help it." His voice dropped, "... there is no way."
——Is there no way to meet Alfred's expectations, or is there no way to do things that add glory to the family in the world's cognition?
Ada was also silent for a while, before she asked the key question: "Do you really think you have shamed your father?"
long silence.
Ada did not urge, but waited quietly.
Finally, the man shook his head slowly but firmly.
"No," he said, "I did...disgrace Wayne's reputation. But I know I didn't disgrace my father."
Ada smiled slightly and nodded slowly.
"That's fine," she said.
……
……
……
Due to time constraints, they ended the meeting before discussing more in-depth topics.After making an appointment for the next meeting, Bruce and Ada shook hands and said goodbye.
The door of the consultation room was closed. AI's voice popped out of her head.
"How does it feel?" it asked.
"Basically there is no progress." She said calmly, "He is very defensive. Or, throughout the meeting, he tried his best to hide his true inner side from me."
Still, Ada got in touch with a part of Bruce Wayne's essence.
She felt that she was really out of her mind last week to think Bruce Wayne was Sweetie.
... Beauty is misleading.
Yan Gou thought regretfully.
The author has something to say:
I was really impressed by the scene in the movie where the old man was poisoned by fear gas, and Ah Fu drove him back while weeping.
Alfred worked so hard.
PS: There will be another update at nine o'clock.Also the deep water torpedo thrown by onbgfbr before.
Come back at nine o'clock, everyone.
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