Colorado has a much milder night than in Gotham, and the climate here is pretty good, with not as much rain and fog, so even at night, the bright moonlight illuminates the buildings clearly.

Lonely at the foot of the hill, the Florence Super Prison looks even more deserted and even scary under the bright moonlight, and the residents of Denver know that a prison has been built far from the city, but they don't know what kind of madmen are being held here.

Ignorance is sometimes a happy thing, and if they knew the truth about this prison, they would never have a good night's sleep again.

When an elongated luxury car stopped at the prison gate, Bruce in a suit walked out, he came to the back of the car, and personally opened the door for Amanda, and Davis, who was already waiting in front of the prison gate, greeted him warmly and shook Bruce's hand.

"I regret William's death, I don't know what kind of murderous murderer dared to do it in the FBI base, and I don't know what good it was for him to do so." Bruce brought up a topic as if it were small talk.

Davis sighed as he led the two to the prison: "The murderer is really crazy, does he think that he will not be discovered by anyone in the FBI?" In fact, the thread has already been discovered, and I think it won't be long before the killer will be brought to justice. ”

Bruce nodded, smiled and said, "I'm very confident in the efficiency of the FBI's handling of cases, but before, I also told Amanda that many people attribute this matter to the revenge of the serial killers for your plan, and they feel very dissatisfied, thinking that your plan is too aggressive, which led to this consequence." ”

Amanda snorted coldly and said, "They think that the whole world is presumptuous, and criminals don't care about the best, and they won't be harmed anyway." ”

Davis coughed lightly, as if to remind Amanda not to make such radical remarks, and Amanda tilted her head to the side, as if she didn't want to bring up the topic again.

The three of them entered the building through the narrow passage on the side of the prison, and Bruce seemed curious about the environment, looking up and down the structure.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "Like I said, Miss Waller, you have a good idea, finding a super prison to put the serial killers in it, and then domesticating them, which is theoretically feasible. ”

"Serial killers are not ignorant wood, although they do not see themselves as human beings, in reality, they are still human beings, as long as they are human beings, they can be domesticated, the key is the method of domestication."

Amanda was still very unconvinced, she said: "If you think violent domestication is wrong, do you want me to reason with them in a good voice?" After so many years of social life, they have not been able to understand the simplest truth, if they can't give them enough pain, how can they have a memory? ”

Bruce shook his head and said, "Sometimes, violence is necessary, but it can't be just violence, and that's what I want to fill." ”

"Miss Waller, I think you've heard of that very famous murder, more than ten years ago, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, died as a result of murder, and for so many years I have been tracking down the murderer and intending to get revenge."

"I have no less hatred for criminals than you, and I feel happy to know that there are people in this world who have been planning to deal with criminals for so many years, just like me."

Amanda frowned slightly, but not to express dissatisfaction, she was trying to remember the case about the Thomas Wayne, she shook her head and said, "I've heard about that case, but the murders that happened in Gotham are very mysterious, have you found the murderer?" ”

"Yes, he's not a serial murderer, he's just instructed by someone, out of interest, when I found him, he was already dying of old age, and it was useless to bother with him."

Bruce's words and the exclamation in his tone made Amanda breathe a sigh of relief, and if Bruce said that his parents were also killed by serial murderers, Amanda would be suspicious.

"Until now, I have not found the killers of my parents and brother." Amanda pursed her lips and said, "Professor Schiller has made an outstanding contribution to this. ”

"What the hell is going on with you two?" Bruce asked looking back, a little confused.

"He used to be my university professor, and after my family was killed, I asked him for help, but he refused, and when I found a clue that pointed to a newsstand, he burned it in advance, and the clue was broken, and to this day, I haven't found the killer."

Amanda took a deep breath and said, "Later, I learned that they communicated through newspapers and newspapers, and Schiller, in order to eliminate the traces of their communication, also eliminated my clues. ”

Bruce nodded, and didn't ask anything more, at this time they came to a room, Davis entered the code and said, "You said you want to see Professor Schiller, I will have him transported here in advance, although he has just undergone surgery and is almost incapacitated, but in order to ensure your safety, it is best not to have physical contact with him." ”

With that, the thick door opened, revealing a closed room, still with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a chair.

Schiller was still restrained in his chair, but because his wound had not healed, he did not wear a restraint suit, but an ordinary prison uniform, with his hands fixed on the armrests and his neck fixed on the back of the chair.

Bruce raised an eyebrow as the door opened, for it was visible to the naked eye that Schiller was in poor condition, and that the pale face caused by excessive blood loss and the emaciation from the recovery period made him look very weak.

Amanda looked at Bruce's expression, and now she was sure that Bruce didn't really seem to have any intention of rescuing Schiller, because Bruce didn't show any anger or sadness.

"Professor, we're meeting again." Bruce said calmly.

Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked in front of Schiller by himself, and then went around his back, but because of the cover of the prison uniform, he could only see the traces of the wound on the back of his neck, but this was enough for Bruce to judge that Schiller was seriously injured.

"I've been thinking about one question for so many days since I was separated from you." Bruce paced slowly around the room, then continued, "What are you trying to make me understand with this series of actions?" ”

"Of course, there may be many answers, such as making me understand that I should not easily fall into the Stockholm complex, such as making me believe that pathology must coexist with me, and I can never get rid of it, but I can only choose to accept it."

"For example, let me understand more deeply what you said before, that is, only criminals can deal with criminals, or I can also say that I must first admit that I am a criminal, and understand criminals before I can deal with criminals."

At this point, Bruce stopped, right in front of Schiller, he looked at Schiller and shook his head and said, "But I don't think it's the final answer, or rather, these answers can all be summed up into one answer, and I think it's - patriarchy." ”

"There are many kinds of power in this world, but the vast majority of power is built on distrust and hatred, because of distrust, because of hate, it is necessary to rule with power, and power is to serve the hatred of the power holder."

"But there is only one power that is different, and that is patriarchy."

"It is born of love and serves the love of the father, and perhaps the love of the father is distorted, or the way of exercising power is wrong, but it is still born of the love of the father for the child, or the love of self-righteousness."

"Before the children reach adulthood, the family is a completely closed environment for them, they cannot afford to leave, in this environment, they can easily develop the Stockholm complex, because they are unable to change their father, they lower their own standards, domesticate themselves to love him."

"The violence, arrogance, jealousy, and desire for control shown by the father in the exercise of power have made the child more aware of the pathology of human beings."

"Fathers use their power to force their children to understand themselves, and children who understand them will one day compete with them for authority."

"In the process of growing up, let the scales tilt in your direction, so that after your father grows old and loses power, you can completely take over his authority and become the new exerciser of patriarchal power."

"At first, I thought I should focus on the power part of patriarchy, but now I realize that I should focus on the part of patriarchy that is most different from other powers—love."

Bruce paced to the door, he said a few words to Davis at the door, Davis glanced at Amanda, Amanda nodded slightly, and Davis went out.

After a while, two security personnel brought in a regular table, and Bruce took a metal tray from the hands of two doctors in white coats and placed it on the table.

There was a cup in the metal tray, as well as a transparent hose and needle, and Bruce put on gloves, and only then did Schiller look up at him and ask in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Blood drawn." Bruce replied.

A series of low laughter came, and Schiller could hardly even speak, but his laughter could still give people a lot of pressure, he looked at Bruce and said, "Come on, let me give you back that 1000 ml of blood, and we'll be clear." ”

Bruce shook his head, he put on his gloves and picked up the needle, and without hesitation, he plunged the needle into his arm, watching the red blood flow out until it filled the entire blood bag.

Schiller stared straight at his movements, and Amanda, who was standing behind Bruce, did not see the arrogance of victory in the eyes of this professor for the first time.

When the blood bag was filled, Bruce pulled the needle off, shook the blood bag, took the glass next to it, and poured all the blood into it.

A full cup of blood, after leaving the sealed container, immediately emitted a bloody smell.

Bruce came to Schiller with a glass with a blank face, Schiller looked up at him, Bruce's face sank in the backlit darkness, and the divine and evil dissolved in the blue eyes.

"Batman......" Schiller instinctively shouted.

"You know, Arrogant has worked hard for so long just to complete the Joker's mission as soon as possible, so that he doesn't have to be entangled with my fate anymore, and you know, he is a good teacher who will never hurt his students for fun."

Bruce said in a low tone as he handed the glass with blood to Schiller's lips and said, "But as long as you drink Batman's blood, Arrogance will never think of freedom, and he will never escape the fate of being entangled with me, and he will also violate his own standards as a teacher and become a monster who abuses students." ”

Schiller's eyes widened slowly, and he looked up at Bruce, but his body instinctively retreated until the back of his head was pressed against the back of the chair, and there was no way to retreat.

The blood-filled cup kept moving forward, and Schiller could only turn his head away, avoiding the smell of blood that was approaching.

But in the next second, Bruce's gloved hand directly grabbed Schiller's jaw, turned his head around, stuck his thumb along the corner of his lips, forcibly broke Schiller's jaw, and tilted the cup in his other hand, pouring blood directly into it.

With a "whoosh", under Amanda's surprised gaze, Schiller disappeared from the chair, and the next second, he appeared in the corner of the room.

Schiller was half-kneeling on the ground, coughing and retching frantically with his bloody mouth covered, tearing open the wound on his back despite the violent vibrations, and the blood stained half of his prison uniform.

Bruce strode over with the glass, Schiller staggered to his feet to dodge, Bruce dropped the glass on the ground, then picked up a piece of shard and slashed it into his palm with all his might.

Schiller's movements stiffened uncontrollably for a moment, and then his expression froze.

As the blood burst out from Bruce's palm, a gray mist struck him, knocking him to the ground.

The next second the gray mist condensed into a human form, Bruce stood up as fast as he could, and grabbed Schiller's neck from behind.

Schiller grabbed Bruce's wrist and shook him off, and with a "swish", blood on Bruce's hands splashed on Schiller's face.

When the two ended the entanglement and retreated, they had no calm expressions, no elegant postures, they were covered in blood, their faces were pale, and they looked like madmen and vagabonds.

The scales were balanced for less than a second, and one of the figures fell to his knees weakly, covering his blood-covered mouth with his hand, trembling all over.

Another figure, walking up to him, threw away the blood-stained shards of glass in his hands.

Bruce wiped his cheek with a bloodied palm, and in the midst of the blood, he also half-knelt down.

His outstretched hands were like ignorant babies and outstretched bat wings.

In the midst of the chaos, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.

hugged his mentor, his enemy, his savior and father, his ...... Lamb.

Other authors write about the prelude to abuse, and the reader cries

I wrote about the prelude to the abuse, and the comment area is full of pants ......?

What to do, what to do! Don't be nervous!

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