The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After an afternoon tea, everyone else left, leaving only Batman and Schiller sitting at the table. Batman looked at the leftovers on the table in silence.

"I don't want to say 'I told you so,' but if you feel that you can rest easy by mixing holy water in food without detecting any abnormality in anyone, I will not risk your life again. Put in more effort.”

"What did you say to Barbara?" Batman asked. He looked at Schiller and said, "And why did you provoke Tim to find trouble with Barbara and Dick?"

"I thought you heard me."

"I just didn't get it."

Schiller seemed a little surprised by his straightforwardness, but he tapped the side of the tea cup with his finger and said, "I am adopting a simpler security method."

He dipped his hand in the tea and started writing on the table.

"Assuming the vampires are naturally on the same side, we divide everyone here now into two factions and make them turn against each other if we side with one of them."

"Then there's a half chance that there are no vampires on our side, and a half chance that all the vampires are on our side."

Batman frowned slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"If there are no vampires on our side, then the vampires will have to deal with half of the Bat family plus us. If the vampires are all on our side, then in order to win our trust and deal with the other half of the Bat family, the vampires will at least temporarily Stand with us."

"This is a question of the right to speak." Batman said: "When they become hostile to each other, they will all fight for us, whether they are vampires or not."

"Exactly." Schiller said: "Since the vampire did not take immediate violent action, it means that he still needs to lurk."

"When there are no enemies and everyone is united, they can stay quietly and only come forward to guide the development of events at critical moments, and then completely shirk the responsibility."

"But once there is another faction that has always been against them, they need to win the trust of higher-level officials to improve their voice. Otherwise, if the top officials trust another faction, their voice will decrease and they will not be able to respond at critical moments. If the team provides guidance, there is no point in hiding.”

"That's why you deliberately divided the Bat Family." Batman said: "You don't look like a surgeon, but more like a sociologist."

"Everything I do is to force the traitors to take action." Schiller said: "The natural reason for you to expose your weaknesses is to give them a target. I feel that I don't need to lurk for too long, and I will soon have the opportunity to take action. ”

"The purpose of dividing the Robins into two factions is to make the traitors feel that their position is unstable, and they may lose your trust, and then lose the opportunity to take action, so they can find other ways to win over you."

"Once he takes the initiative to contact you, as the person who knows your child best, can't you see who is the dried cookie?"

Schiller suddenly leaned forward, stared into Batman's eyes and said, "Or do you actually have a decision already, but you just don't want to admit that your favorite child has betrayed you, and you still want to give him a chance?"

The tea cup fell to the ground, and Batman put aside his head to call Alfred. Schiller regained his relaxed posture, sighed softly and said: "You know there will be one. If you expect this one to repent, you are destined to lose the third one." The second, the third..."

"That's enough." There was not much anger in Batman's tone, but a bit of warning. He said: "Don't try to interfere with the Bat Family's affairs. Just be prepared for the operation."

After Batman left, Schiller sat quietly on the chair for a while, pretending not to notice the eavesdropping figure behind the porch at all, and went upstairs after getting the ironed clothes from Alfred.

After returning to the room, within five minutes there was a knock on the door.

Schiller smiled slightly. Robins are very smart, but they are not mature enough. If anyone transforms them into vampires and wants to give Batman a fatal blow, it is probably just a bet that Batman will be soft-hearted.

In a head-on game, they have no chance of winning.

Schiller sighed softly, but the person standing outside the door was a little unexpected - it was Dick.

Schiller lowered his eyes as quickly as possible, suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and invited Dick to come in.

"I didn't expect you to come here." Schiller said with some vague meaning. At the same time, when he turned around, he lightly touched the cross in his pocket, but did not actually take it out.

He turned to offer Dick some tea.

"I'm very worried about Batman." Dick said, "At this time, he has an operation that must be performed."

"Are you also worried about a vampire invasion?"

"I don't think any outside force could breach the Batcave."

"Do you think you might be breached from the inside?"

"The Bat-Family has always been united."

"Until I show up?"

Dick stood up, took out a forearm-long cross from his arms and handed it to Schiller.

"Do you suspect that I am a vampire?" Schiller asked, looking at Dick.

"I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself. After all, you didn't touch anything during the afternoon tea during the day."

"Looks like you already know what's in the food."

"Yes, and I ate half a piece of cake and drank a whole cup of tea."

"That doesn't prove that you are not, child. You want me to prove it to you, but the guarantee you gave me may not be so credible."

"I'm not vouching for you, I just want to ensure Batman's safety. I'm his assistant. This is what I should do."

"His assistant is Robin, and you are Nightwing." Schiller walked to the opposite side of him, bent down and put down the tea cup slowly, then stood up straight and looked at Dick and said, "After you are determined to leave Bruder, That night in Haven, did you ever think about what you should do?"

Dick's hand holding the cross tightened instantly, he frowned deeply, his chest began to heave continuously, and he felt like a knife was piercing his heart.

This is a topic that the Bat Family has a tacit agreement not to mention, about his departure, about Jason's return, about Tim's existence.

And Schiller obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that. He walked slowly to Dick's side, held the wrist of the hand holding the cross, gently pressed it down and said: "In your opinion, Is a powerful vampire more threatening, or an ordinary person who is familiar with the history of the Bat Family and deeply trusted by Batman? "

"Can't you be both?"

Schiller lowered his head and laughed deeply and said, "If I were the same, would you still be able to stand here properly?"

Dick was speechless.

But the strength on his arm was slightly loose, and the cross was pressed down. Schiller let go and walked behind him and said: "The target of the vampire must be Batman. If I am, since I have convinced Batman to let him go, He revealed his true identity to me and took me back to Wayne Manor. I won’t wait until tomorrow night to do it. It’s a long night and a lot of dreams.”

Schiller paused and continued.

"This shows that the real vampire may not even be more trusted by Batman than me, at least he thinks so, otherwise he would have taken action a long time ago."

"The fact that he didn't take action proved that he felt that Batman was on guard against him - think about it, when he finally showed his ugly face and extended his claws on Batman, what he saw was not Batman's shock and sadness. His face was as calm as ever, as if he had guessed everything. "

Schiller went around to Dick's side and said, "That indifferent expression seemed to say, 'I have known for a long time that you are this kind of person, and I have known that you would betray me, so I have been prepared for it.'"

"This will deny the meaning of his existence in the first half of his life... As Batman's assistant, as the person Batman should trust the most, he has never been truly accepted by him for a moment, and has never been able to get his candid confession. "I have never seen him defenseless before."

"Knowing that getting rid of Batman would be a huge step forward in his grand plan to occupy the earth, this coward didn't dare to take action because he didn't dare to bet on whether Batman was sincere towards him."

"Batman's expression makes him more haunted and uneasy than the throne that towers over all mankind."

Schiller's tone was laced with a smile. He reached out and took the cross from Dick's hand, tapped Dick's shoulder lightly and said:

"So, boy, tell me, who is this coward?"

"That's enough."

But it was not Dick's voice. Batman's voice echoed in the room. He said: "Dr. Schiller, I warned you not to get involved in the Bat Family."

"How could I forget that there is a bigger coward here." Schiller had no intention of shutting up. He knocked the cross in his hand and said, "Knowing that his dear child was already polishing that He had the knife to kill him, but he still harbored naive delusions and was unwilling to convict him even before he took action. "

The moment Schiller turned around suddenly, Dick knew something was wrong. The red light in his eyes went out too late.

Schiller suddenly raised the cross, and Dick stretched out his arm to block it - only shadows came.

The sound of the cross breaking through the air disappeared, stopped in mid-air, turned gracefully, and was handed to Dick.

"What's wrong? Dick?"

Schiller's smiling voice came, and Dick felt that his teeth could hardly clenched.

"I don't think this thing can help me guard against vampires. You should use it yourself." Schiller said: "The things Batman prepared for me are much more sophisticated than this."

Schiller took out the cross pendant from his pocket, shook it in front of Dick, and then said: "He seems to be worried about me being bitten, and thinks that putting this thing around my neck can ward off a predator for me." Fang attack, there’s something special about this, isn’t it?”

Dick looked at the pendant. He had seen this necklace with Batman before. It seemed that he got it from a priest when the rumors of vampires first spread, but it was not hung on any Robin's neck. superior.

Unique and close at hand.

Schiller's gaze remained unchanged, but his tone became sharper.

"Dick, is the perfect disguise that you carefully prepared that is not afraid of the sun and holy water really meant to deceive Batman, or are you just afraid to look at his disappointed expression on you in public?"

"Even if it's a life-or-death moment, do you only dare to attack from behind where you can't see his expression?"

Schiller raised his hand, and the cross pendant was suddenly thrown out. The silver light drew a beautiful arc in the air. When it was about to fall to the ground, Nightwing instinctively bent down and stretched out his hand to catch it.

He looked at his hands in shock. The unspeakable humiliation made him unable to suppress the red light in his eyes.

"Nightwing...is this what you're supposed to do? Be a dog that catches Frisbees?"