"Batman, perhaps, what you don't know is that I've been watching you in the shadows all along, much earlier than you think, back to when you first reported to Gotham University."

Jonathan sat in his chair, and Batman stood in the doorway watching him quietly, neither taking a step forward nor responding to any of his remarks.

But Jonathan still said to himself, "On the first day you came here, Schiller and I both knew what kind of person you were, so we were faced with a choice at the same time - to leave, or to stay?"

"What kind of person is Schiller, the good professor you know, and what kind of person I am, the two of us are incomparably similar, but different."

"When you showed up on the campus of Gotham University, the two of us realized at the same time that a student with such a personality would definitely become our enemy."

Jonathan sighed and said, "Perhaps, you know that I am constantly conducting cruel human experiments, but unfortunately, Schiller is not much better than me, I know, he took my fear gas, so what else can he use this thing for?"

"I guess you've learned the power of the Poison Gas of Fear, it's my pride...... Forget it, let's get back to business."

"We both know that we weren't supposed to be doctors, but lunatics in a psychiatric hospital in straitjackets, and you, Batman. It's the same with you, you're a patient, but you don't think you're a doctor."

"It's very troublesome for people like that, especially since you're still Bruce Wayne." Jonathan seemed to be fearless, and he directly identified Batman, but Batman was unmoved by this, he remained silent and did not respond at all.

"I confess that I am no match for Schiller in this respect, because when I learned of this fact, I had the idea of retreating." Jonathan sighed softly again, took a sip of water, and continued:

"I'm not completely sure that I can cure you, and I know that I can't eliminate you, so staying in school and facing you head-on is not a good choice...... And Schiller, he's a lot crazier than I am."

"This mentor of yours ......" Jonathan shook his head, as if he remembered something, and said, "Only a truly madman would choose to stay in such a situation, and only a person who was crazy enough would want to cure Batman."

"And what's even crazier is that he's really making progress." Jonathan turned his head to look at Batman as if he were looking at a rare treasure, and the possessiveness and madness in his eyes could not invade Batman at all.

"In this way, I chose to stay away from Gotham University for a while, while Schiller chose to stay, stay with you, and try to heal you." Jonathan took another sip of water, he tilted his head, looked at Batman and said, "Aren't you tired standing there? Come here, sit down."

And in his surprised gaze, Batman actually walked into the house, and made it to the opposite side of the table, and he even poured himself a glass of water.

Earlier, Jonathan had let the water in the cup spill out, leaving a puddle of water on the tabletop, and he dipped his fingertips in the water, sketched it on the tabletop, and said, "You know what? Batman? What do you think he would do with the fear gas that I tested with hundreds of lives, and the fear gas that I am most proud of, was taken by Schiller, at least as much as a warehouse?"

Batman lowered his eyes and looked at the calm water in the cup next to him, then looked at Jonathan and said, "How did Schiller get these fear gases?"

Jonathan's fingertips stiffened, he took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "...... He's a despicable thief who stole my research......

"How did Schiller steal the Fear Gas?" Batman asked again.

"He entered the warehouse where I stored my goods and swept away all the fear gas!" Jonathan's tone became a little shaky, but Batman nodded calmly and said, "So, where is your warehouse?"

"Mawson Block, of course it's in Mawson ......Block," Jonathan just finished speaking, and suddenly reacted, he thought Batman was trying to trick him, but Bat

Batman shook his head and said, "There aren't any professional warehouses in Mawson at all, so you can't just pile up your research results in a basement somewhere, so call it a warehouse?"

Batman raised his eyelids, looked at Jonathan with a calm look and said, "Schiller is at least a little better than you, he cherishes his research results very much, and he won't just leave them in a basement in the slums......

"Or, in your circle, I mean, in a circle of psychologists and psychopaths, doctors and murder lovers, doesn't this kind of carelessness really bring down your prestige?" Batman asked, staring into Jonathan's eyes.

Jonathan's breathing rate became much faster, but then, he tried to calm down, calmed down, and said, "It seems that Schiller taught you a lot, but have you ever thought that his treatment of you was based on his use of fear gas......

"All the changes in your mood in front of him are actually because of the hallucinogenic effects of the drug, and all your true feelings are just sample data under the effect of drug experiments in his opinion."

Batman nodded, and then asked, "You also have fear gas, so why don't you want such sample data?" Don't you like it?"

Jonathan's fingers instantly tightened into fists, and he looked at Batman with a sinking face and said, "You know what, you have become exactly like him, like your most hated madman and criminal, who knows how to use words to pierce people's hearts, and then watch their jokes with indifference."

Do you want to tell a joke?" Batman asked again.

Jonathan tilted his head, slowly released his fist, clasped his palm on the table, and said, "It seems that he not only cured your illness, but also taught you a lot of knowledge, and I have to say that for a psychologist, this is already a lifelong achievement."

"But it's useless, Batman, you can't save Gotham, you don't know where the darkness here comes from? I don't know that the criminals you hate the most are actually just innocent people who have been transformed by the dark forces......

Batman narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to Jonathan's tone, he seemed to know something that others didn't know, and sure enough, Jonathan then said, "I'm different from Schiller, although I'm a psychologist, I'm not just a psychologist, I'm also a chemist, and I'm the best kind of ...... in the world."

"Your criminal record speaks for itself, and I think you're probably better than him in other things." Batman said calmly, "Otherwise, how did you escape from Arkham Asylum where Schiller was the attending physician?"

With a "bang", the cup was knocked over, and Jonathan's entire arm began to tremble, and his chest heaved violently as Batman hit the nail on the head again.

At the beginning, Jonathan and Hugo were chased together in the Arkham Asylum and kept fleeing, which was another past that he could not look back on.

"So, what are the wonderful conclusions of the world's top chemists?" Batman asked.

Jonas narrowed his eyes and looked at Batman, the outline of his face was very young, his blue eyes sparkling, and the shimmering light of the window shone on it like a sparkling wave on the surface of the sea.

This appearance is completely different from that professor, but the skills and temperament used by Batman in the negotiation made Jonathan see another figure in a trance when the dust in the room was illuminated by the light.

With this impression, Jonathan's next conclusion became less confident.

At first, he thought that he was going to face a hairy boy who had just graduated from college and had many psychological flaws and mental illnesses, but in fact, although he had not seen Schiller for a long time, he was reunited with him after a long absence.

After four years of long research, you should have come to a small conclusion, which is that there is a problem with the rain in Gotham, but you know, what is the problem?"

"What's the problem?" To Jonas's surprise, Batman didn't go into a tirade to state his conclusions to preemptive

took the lead, but humbly sought advice like a student, which led to the fact that the scene of picking mistakes one by one and pressing step by step in Jonathan's rehearsal did not appear.

Jonathan always had the illusion that Batman seemed to be very good at dealing with situations like this.

Jonathan knows that he is at his best in the negotiation arena, and he is not extremely nervous, cautious, 100 per cent, nor is he laughing and scolding, contemptuous of his opponents, and relaxing too much.

A true veteran negotiator will combine the two, give up nothing in the most critical parts, and when it is necessary to ease the atmosphere, take the initiative to provoke light-hearted topics, express a relaxed and unguarded attitude, like a kite flyer, constantly putting out the line and pulling the line, so that the other party falls into mental exhaustion.

However, negotiation is not a problem, and what we are facing is not a rigid and rigid theoretical problem, but a big living person.

The human psyche is the most wonderful thing in the world, and no matter how much psychological testing and background checks are done, you can't predict what the other person will say.

Although some people are particularly talented in this area, if they want to really be free, they can only use the tactics of the sea of questions.

If you see more, hear more, and suffer more, you will naturally know what strategy to adopt when facing a certain type of opponent in order to defeat the opponent.

To hone your skills in this area, you have to engage in high-intensity encounters in a short period of time, while stretching the front lines and trading time for experience.

But Batman is not at all as experienced as a person of this age, and Jonathan can't figure out what kind of experience can make Batman practice such confrontation skills in four years.

It's like a child who, in the first grade, was at the bottom of the class, and in the sixth grade, he was sent to college.

Jonathan stared at Batman tightly, observing every subtle change in his expression, and then, he saw a kind of boredom on Batman's face, which instantly made Jonathan feel like he had been stabbed in the heart.

His face suddenly flushed, his breathing rate reached the extreme, he gasped with some effort, swallowing his saliva at a rate of three or four times every ten seconds, and the muscles in his shoulders trembled with his fingertips.

"Professor Crane, you should calm down." Batman looked at Jonathan and said with a blank face, "The whole world doesn't want you to die of a heart attack on the eve of your great academic conclusions."

"Shut up...... Schiller!"