One morning when Gotham City was still smoggy, Schiller stretched and sat up from his bed, he had just settled down in Marvel, and after a few days of leisure, he found the figure of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent near his mental clinic.

Those people are like kraft candy that can't be shaken off, maybe this is the case for ordinary people, even Stark, the rich man in that world, is still annoyed by them but there is nothing they can do.

But Schiller is different, after Gotham was annoyed by the young Batman, he could have patted his ass and left, and went to Marvel to hide, and now that Marvel is being targeted by agents, he can choose to leave and come to Gotham to hide.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had no idea how Schiller had disappeared, and he had left no trace, neither train nor plane tickets, nor had he been seen at the intersection of various highways, which made Nick Fury even more convinced that Schiller was anything but an ordinary person.

And after returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future scarecrow Jonathan, did not find out that its fear gas was stolen, because Schiller was not greedy, and he only took a small amount of test tubes.

After all, he is not like a scarecrow, who wants to use fear gas to create terrorist attacks, he just deals with a few gangsters who are not in the stream, and he doesn't need any high-tech equipment to spray these poison gases, he only needs to take a small spray bottle and spray it on the nose of ordinary people, and these concentrated fear gases will become the best weapons, after all, those gang members can't have the same reflexes as Batman.

In addition to using it as a weapon to spray others, Schiller found that the original version of the poison gas did not seem to be pure, and it could induce some other negative emotions in addition to fear, which was really good news for a psychiatrist, after all, if the patient was unwilling to confess his inner emotions, the treatment would not be able to continue.

Schiller found that he could completely spray the poison gas of fear that had been diluted hundreds of times as a perfume, I don't know why, it may be the fault of the system, this poison gas does not have any effect on him, but it can make people close to him suffer a small amount of negative emotions.

That's right, Schiller intends to use this trick against the young Bruce, that is, the young Batman.

The current Batman is not the man who expected things to happen later, Bruce is still too young, just after traveling the world, Bruce, who has learned a skill, is eager to start his revenge plan, he put on the original version of the bat suit, take the bat dart, and want to fight criminals, in his eyes, it is really simple to spend hundreds of millions to build equipment, but he has not realized that what really makes him Batman is not these external objects, but the spirit in his heart.

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

It was another ordinary morning, for Bruce, he met Schiller on a rainy night, it was just last night, Schiller called out his real name, Bruce was not surprised, he knew that there must be something unusual about this person.

Maybe it's a supernatural ability, maybe it's magic, he's seen a lot of people like this on the way to the world, and he also knows that this world is far from being as simple as ordinary people think, and there are many incredible forces peeking here.

Bruce knocked on the counselor's door again, and a steady and muddy "Please come in" came from inside.

Somehow, Bruce had a sense of rejoicing, because the reply came so quickly, and it was clear that the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hates all mysteries and nihilism, and so does Bruce, and in his opinion, Schiller's attitude means that maybe he will tell Bruce what the hell is going on, instead of continuing to prevaricate and conceal it, and take some verbal tricks and go around in circles with him.

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

"Mr. Wayne, it looks like you're not in a good mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you were going to come and pour me a cup of coffee like you did on the first day." ”

He spread his hands and motioned for the table to be empty, "You know, I didn't make coffee this morning, 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 be able to drink Batman's own coffee, but Bruce thought it was a test, or rather a mental intervention technique, using words to force the other party to do what he commanded, well, thinking about it this way, it might indeed be more in line with Schiller's character, a mad doctor obsessed with psychology and psychiatry.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill that had spread throughout his body because Gotham was cold, 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, not after I saw your face, and chose to deny it now."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table, he said: "I'm not going to deny that you saw me last night, I'm asking you, why do you put your net worth of tens of billions and don't donate to do some foundation charity, but wear a ridiculous tightsuit, when it's raining heavily, run to the streets of Gotham City, and compete with some thugs,"

Faced with this question, Bruce was silent.

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, there is no mind-reading in this world, but some people are not aware of their own strong desires, and what can be reflected in their hearts, people always think that they hide their hearts well, but in fact this is not the case."

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

"And then use them to get revenge on criminals?" Schiller asked, "Obviously you're thinking of it all too simply, Bruce may be motivated by revenge, but if you take it as everything that sustains you, then it's going to be like last night." ”

Schiller, making a falling gesture, Bruce explained:

"When I went back last night, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I was going to design a belt......"

"You know those things are not the point, you can put an iron fist on your hand with a strength of thousands of kilograms, you can add an engine to your boots that will make you leap to the moon, you can even design yourself a pair of wings that will allow you to fly to any planet in the solar system, you can do that, Bruce, I'm sure you can do it."

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

"If I had that power, I could wipe out criminals all over the world, wouldn't I?" Bruce asked,

Schiller sighed, obviously, Batman, who had not yet met the Joker, could not imagine how an unarmed criminal, an ordinary person who could only do a little acrobatics and fighting skills, thin and weak, could defeat a superhero who was proficient in hundreds of fighting techniques and had learned all kinds of abilities all over the world.

Schiller feels that no matter how much he coaches the current Bruce and the future Batman, he can only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life, and what really teaches Batman everything is precisely his sworn enemy, the Joker.

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

Now Bruce is still very arrogant, and he asked Schiller to study psychology, because this is how he has learned all kinds of skills in various parts of the world, and his modesty and inquisitiveness and arrogance are not in fact in conflict.

Schiller said: "Again, of course you can study psychology, you can have everything in the textbook, you can come to my lectures, go back to memorize, write homework, write papers, 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......"

"And what else do you think?"

"Your kind of ...... Special skills. Bruce gestured and said, "I've seen a lot of people all over the world who have special abilities that ordinary people don't have......

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

Bruce groaned, he pursed his lips, obviously not convinced, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him, young Batman was obviously too immature, he was a little too straightforward, impulsive, and did not anticipate the consequences.

And he seemed too impatient, and the failure of his superhero career made his impatience even more important, apparently he felt that if he could learn those skills like mind reading from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals more easily, instead of being pushed downstairs and thrown to the ground in embarrassment by a few gang members.

He simply hadn't figured out what exactly caused his defeat.

Once again, Bruce failed to get back from Schiller, who simply told him, and even threatened him, that it was better for him to study hard, take all his classes, and then get a good grade in the final exam.

And Bruce apparently didn't listen to a word.

In the evening, Schiller went out again, he went to Jonathan's secret base again, and stole a lot of fear gas, and this time Jonathan was stupid, he should also be able to see that his two rows and two rows of test tubes were more than half.

Schiller was not well versed in any chemistry, and he had no way to make any modifications and modifications to this particular gas, but to put them in different containers, or to do some simple dilution.

But there's one more thing he can do, and that's to use the fear gas to scare Batman.

Soon Schiller reappeared in the Mawson neighborhood, he knew that Batman would still be here, Bruce was such a person, where he fell, he had to get up there, and he would never want to change places, this was his pride.

The whole Mawson neighborhood is not large, there are only six alleys, and the building where Bruce fell down happens to be the first alley in the Mawson neighborhood, where there is a nightclub, which is controlled by the Gutter Gang.

The Gutter Gang is just a small gang in Gotham, because there is a drainage ditch in Gotham on the side of the Mawson block, and the Gutter Gang likes to throw some miserable victims into that ditch, and the ditch becomes more and more smelly, so other gangs start to use the gutter to refer to this gang, and the Gutter Gang is quite complacent about it.

The first enemy to defeat Batman is obviously not a famous villain, they are just a group of thugs smoking upstairs in a nightclub, Batman used his fighting skills to solve most of them, but he has little combat experience, he was sprinkled with a handful of lime in the eyes of a portrait, and then stumbled and fell downstairs.

The early Batman had no assistants and was not fully equipped, and it was not surprising that the boat capsized in the perineum, but the Gutter Gang did not have such good luck for a second time, Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of the Mawson block for a while, and heard a frightened cry from the nightclub, and soon the night was quiet, and a little gangster who no one cared about disappeared into Gotham.

Batman walked out, apparently in much better shape than he had last time, his head down, as if he was still thinking about how to modify his bat gear.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and went forward, and turned a corner, and he wanted to go to the beggar, and give him some more dollars, and tell him that the Gutter Gang had been dealt with by him, and that there would be no more danger for him to take the money.

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

Batman handed him the money and said to him in a deep voice, "There are no gangsters left in this neighborhood, you're safe."

The beggar looked up tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes, and he couldn't believe that the beggar stared at him with only hatred in his eyes.

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

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

"Because of the existence of the Gutter Gang, there will be a steady stream of customers in that nightclub every day, and some customers will take the food in their hands, and when they have only a little left, they will throw it on the side of the road, so that the beggars can pick it up and continue to eat."

"But now without the Gutter Gang, the nightclub can't be opened, and if there are no customers, it means there is no food."

"A few hundred dollars is enough for him to ......"

"Yes, you have the best medical system in all of Gotham, you have a personal doctor, you have a family health consultant, you haven't tried a few times to get a cold and fever, and you don't know what it's like to be so cold that you can't stand up."

"As you imagine, he could go to the nearest supermarket for a few hundred dollars, buy enough groceries, and maybe find a hotel for a few nights, and then he......al him," Schiller said in a long voice, and then added:

"But alas, he couldn't even make the first step."

Batman crouched down, he ripped off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs had been frozen and bruised, and it had rained in Gotham City for several days, and her legs were soaked in water and had become swollen.

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

He was utterly silent, and he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that suffocated him, as he looked at the many dollar bills that the beggar had not pinched in his hands, but let them fall on the ground at will.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions were irresistibly eating away at his heart, making him want to roar, and Batman felt that he had never lost his temper like tonight, and he stood up, staggered backwards and took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground.

Obviously, a tragic story with an unexpected ending, and a little bit of negativity from the fear of poison gas, was enough to silence Bruce for a few days.