The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

On a morning when Gotham City was still full of smog, Schiller stretched his waist and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel, and after a few days of free time, he discovered that a man appeared near his psychological clinic. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Those people are like brown candy that can't be shaken off, which may be the case for ordinary people. Even Stark, the richest man in that world, is still annoyed by them but there is nothing he can do about it.

But Schiller is different. After Gotham was annoyed by the young Batman, he could pat his ass and leave and go to Marvel to hide. Now that he is being targeted by agents in Marvel, he can choose to leave again. Go to Gotham and hide.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. did not discover how Schiller disappeared at all, and his departure left no trace, neither train nor plane ticket, nor was he seen at the intersection of various highways, which made Nick Foer Ray reinforced the idea that Schiller was by no means an ordinary man.

After returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future Scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that its fear gas was stolen, because Schiller was not greedy, and he only took a small test tube.

After all, he is not like a scarecrow who wants to use fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He is just dealing with a few low-level gangsters. He doesn't need any high-tech equipment to spray these poison gases. All he needs is a small spray bottle , Spray on the noses of ordinary people, and these concentrated fear gases become the best weapons. After all, those gangsters can't have the same reaction as Batman.

When studying this poisonous gas, although Schiller did not have any systematic chemical knowledge, he knew how to make the best use of it. In addition to spraying it as a weapon at others, Schiller discovered that this original version Fear poison seems to be not pure. Apart from inducing fear, it can also induce some other negative emotions. This is really good news for a psychiatrist. After all, if the patient is still unwilling to confess his inner emotions , then the treatment cannot continue.

Schiller discovered that he could spray the fear gas diluted hundreds of times on his body as perfume. For some reason, it may be due to the system. This poison gas has no effect on him, but it can make people close to him of people are infected by a small amount of negative emotions.

Yes, Schiller intends to use this trick against the inexperienced Bruce, aka Young Batman.

The current Batman is not the old master who is so predictable later. Bruce is still too young. He has just traveled the world and learned all the skills. Bruce is eager to start his revenge plan. He put on the original version of the bat suit and took When he was on the bat dart, he wanted to fight criminals. In his eyes, it was an easy thing to spend hundreds of millions to build equipment, but he hadn't realized that it wasn't these foreign things that really made him Batman. , but the spirit deep within him.

Obviously, there is still a long way to go for Batman's growth, and Schiller, for his own personal safety and a stable life in Gotham in the future, has to act as the spiritual mentor of young Bruce.

It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, meeting Schiller on a rainy night was just last night. When Schiller called out his real name, Bruce was not surprised. He knew that this person must have something different from him. A place for ordinary people.

Maybe it's a supernatural ability, maybe it's magic. He has seen many such people during his travels around the world, and he also knows that this world is far from being as simple as ordinary people imagine, and there are many incredible forces peeping here.

Bruce knocked on the door of the counselor again, and there was a steady and muddled "Come in" from inside.

Somehow, Bruce felt lucky, because the reply came very quickly, obviously the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hates all mysteries and nihilism, and so does Bruce. In his opinion, Schiller's attitude means that maybe he will tell Bruce what's going on, instead of continuing to evade and conceal, and take some words to say tricks and he goes around in circles.

Bruce sat opposite Schiller again, and Bruce said, "Professor, it seems that you are in a good mood today."

"Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are not in a good mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you would come and pour me a cup of coffee like the first day."

He spread his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know, I didn't make coffee on purpose this morning, just waiting for you to come."

Bruce was silent for a moment, but got up anyway to make Schiller a cup of coffee.

Schiller actually just thought it was interesting to drink the coffee made by Batman himself, but Bruce thought it was a test, or a technique of mental interference, using words to make the other party have to do what he ordered, Well, thinking about it this way, it may indeed be more in line with Schiller's personality, a crazy doctor who is obsessed with psychology and psychiatry research.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill that was running through his body due to the cold weather in Gotham, and Bruce spoke first:

"Why were you there last night?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"If you want to hide it, you should have made yourself a mask last night, instead of choosing to deny it now after I saw your face."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table, he said: "I'm not trying to deny that you saw me last night, I'm asking you, why do you put tens of billions of money away from donating Some foundation charity, but to wear a ridiculous tights, run to the streets of Gotham City in the heavy rain, and fight with some punks, "

Faced with this question, Bruce was silent.

"This is not a set question..." Schiller said, "You don't have to think about how to answer it, because I will answer you."

"Because your fundamental purpose is not rescue, but revenge."

"Here's the answer you gave me," Bruce said.

"No, I just read the answer in your heart." Schiller said,

"I don't think there is mind reading in this world."

"Of course there is no mind reading in this world. It's just that some people don't realize it. The strong desire in his heart can be reflected by what means. People always think that they hide their hearts well, but it's not the case."

"Can I learn this ability?" Bruce asked, "This ability to read people's hearts."

"And then use them to avenge the criminals?" Schiller asked, "Obviously you think all this too simply, Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you regard it as all the motivation to support you, then you will Like last night."

Schiller, making a drop gesture, Bruce explained:

"Going back last night, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I plan to design a belt..."

"You know those things are not the point, you can put an iron fist with a force of thousands of kilograms on your hand, you can put a motor on your boots that allows you to fly to the moon, you can even Design yourself a pair of wings so that you can fly to any planet in the solar system, you can do it, Bruce, I believe you can do it."

"But it's not enough, it's not enough."

"If I have such power, I can wipe out criminals all over the world, can't I?" Bruce asked,

Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who has never met a clown, can't imagine how an unarmed criminal, a thin and weak ordinary person who only knows a little acrobatics and fighting skills, can defeat a proficient There are hundreds of fighting skills and superheroes who have learned all kinds of abilities all over the world.

Schiller feels that no matter how he guides the current Bruce and the future Batman, he can only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. The one who really taught Batman everything is precisely his deadly enemy, the Joker.

And now, the clown should still be living a very ordinary life in a circus.

Now Bruce is still very arrogant. He asked Schiller to study psychology, because he is like this, and has learned various skills in various places around the world. His modesty and arrogance do not actually conflict.

Schiller said: "Of course you can study psychology. You can learn everything in the textbook. You can come to my class, go back to endorse, write homework, write a paper, and then take the final exam. I am a professor. , I will not stop any student from studying."

"You know that's not what I want to learn..."

"Then what else do you think?"

"Your... special ability." Bruce made a gesture, and he said, "I have seen many people like this all over the world. They have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."

"No, I'm different from them, I don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people."

Bruce pondered for a moment, he pursed his lips, apparently not believing it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him, the young Batman was obviously too immature, he was a bit too straightforward, impulsive, and unpredictable as a result of.

And he seemed too impatient. The troubled superhero career made his impatience even worse. Obviously, he felt that if he could learn mind-reading skills from Schiller, it would be easier for him to deal with criminals. , instead of being pushed downstairs by a few gangsters and falling to the ground in embarrassment.

He simply hasn't figured out what exactly caused his failure.

Once again Bruce got no success from Schiller, who just told him, even threatened him, that he'd better study hard, take all the courses, and get a good grade in the final exam.

And Bruce obviously didn't listen to a word.

At night, Schiller went out again. He went to Jonathan's secret base and stole a lot of fear gas. No matter how stupid Jonathan was this time, he should be able to see that his two rows of test tubes were full of blood. Less than half.

Schiller is not proficient in any chemical knowledge, he has no way to carry out any improvement and transformation of this special gas, he can only put them into different containers, or perform some simple dilution.

But there is one more thing he can do, and that is to use these fear gases to scare Batman.

Soon Schiller reappeared in Mason Street. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce was such a person. Wherever he fell, he must get up there, and he was never willing to change places. His pride.

The entire Mawson block is not big, with only six alleys. The building where Bruce fell happened to be the first alley in the Mawson block. There was a nightclub there, controlled by the Gutter Gang.

The Gutters are just a little gang in Gotham, because there's a Gotham gutter on the edge of Mawson's block, and the Gutters like to throw some miserable victims into that gutter, and that gutter The ditch also became more and more stinky, so other gangsters began to use the ditch to refer to this gang, and the gutter gang was complacent about this, and was quite proud of it.

The first enemy to defeat Batman was obviously not a famous villain. They were just a group of punks smoking upstairs in a nightclub. Batman used his fighting skills to deal with most of them, but he lacked actual combat experience. A handful of lime was sprinkled in the eyes of the portrait, and then he staggered and fell downstairs.

The early Batman had no assistants, and the equipment was immature. It is not surprising that he would capsize in the gutter, but the gutter gang did not have such good luck the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of Mawson block for a while, and heard There were horrified cries from the nightclub, and the night soon became quiet. A little gangster that no one would care about disappeared into Gotham just like that.

Batman came out, obviously his condition was much better than last time, he lowered his head, as if he was still thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward and turned a corner. He wanted to find the beggar, and then give him some dollars, and told him that the gutter gang had been solved by him, and he took Money is no longer in danger.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again, she was still tightly wrapped in the quilt, shivering in the damp and cold night air of Gotham, and the umbrella that Schiller had given him was gone.

Batman handed him the money and said in a low voice, "There are no gangsters left on this block, you're safe."

The beggar looked up tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found in disbelief that there was only hatred in the beggar's eyes staring at him.

"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.

"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head, and Schiller stood on the balcony above the beggar's building, looking down at Batman from the second floor.

"Because of the existence of the Gutter Gang, that nightclub has a steady stream of customers every day. Some customers will hold food in their hands. When there is only a little food left in their hands, they will throw it on the side of the road, so that beggars will die. You can pick it up and continue eating."

"But now without the Gutter Gang, it is impossible for the nightclub to continue to operate. No guests come, which means no food."

"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."

"Yeah, you have the best medical system in Gotham, a private doctor, and a family health consultant. You haven't tried colds and fevers a few times, and you don't know how difficult it is for a person to be so cold that he can't stand up. What kind of feeling."

"In your imagination, he can go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, maybe even find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then heal his illness..." Schiller dragged made a long sound, and continued:

"But unfortunately, he couldn't even take the first step."

Batman squatted down. He tore off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs had been frozen blue. It had been raining for several days in Gotham City, and her legs were soaked in water, and they were swollen beyond shape.

Batman is proficient in the theory of surgery, and he knows that even in the best hospital in Gotham, such a lower limb can only be amputated.

He was completely silent, looking at the many dollar bills that the beggar didn't hold in his hand, but let them fall randomly on the ground, he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that made him suffocate.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions irresistibly swallowed his heart, making him want to roar, Batman felt that he had never lost his composure like tonight, he stood up, staggered back and walked back After a few steps, he fell to the ground.

Apparently, a tragic story with an unexpected ending, and the negativity evoked by a little bit of fear gas, is enough to silence Bruce for a few days.