Batman's interrupted voice was not angry or eager, it seemed to simply say that he understood.

"Who have you ever lost?" Schiller asked.

"My child, what about you?"

"Maybe it's my mother." Schiller gave a plausible answer: "She's my nurse." ”

"Corresponding to that doctor?"

"Yes."

Schiller then gave some explanations: "It is amazing that fatherly love and mother's love are two completely different things, neither of which can be absent, and if there is only one of them, then the imbalance is only a matter of time, and it is the same in fantasy." ”

Batman seemed to be lost in thought, Schiller was silent, and the two sat silently opposite each other in front of the window, but it was very obvious that they seemed to have deepened their understanding of each other.

The calm atmosphere was indeed surprising, because they had only known each other for two days, and this level of familiarity was obviously not enough for people not to feel embarrassed when the conversation fell into silence.

Schiller took a sip of his wine, and soon, the glass was empty, but he didn't mean to pour it again, but put it down, got up and left his seat, Batman was still sitting in place, not even looking at him.

Schiller sat down in the middle of the large couch in the center of the room, opened the laptop on the table, and began to gently tap on the keyboard, before Batman turned to look at him and asked, "Are you writing medical records?" ”

"No, I'm writing a thesis."

The two were silent again, Batman seemed to believe Schiller's words, or he had a way to see the content in the computer, and after ten minutes, Batman asked, "About psychology?" ”

"American Journal of Psychiatry."

Then there was a long silence, only the sound of the keyboard "clicking" echoed in the room, and as the jazz faded into a faint one, Batman's breathing became more pronounced.

"If you really feel embarrassed, you can bring the child who is causing you a headache, and you have to first determine whether the part of the problem is caused by a brain lesion, and then you need to consider psychotherapy and emotional counseling."

Schiller said as he typed, and then he said, as if unintentionally, "I'm writing an essay on adolescent psychology that might help me, and I mean how he helped me." ”

"You want me to let my children come and use them as experiments for you." Another affirmative sentence, with some elusive sarcasm and absurdity.

"Trust me, many people can't ask for it." As always, calm and confident, and incredibly arrogant.

The atmosphere fell silent again, so it seemed that dozens of seconds later, a loud "boom" was particularly harsh.

The two people in the room were instantly vigilant, but to the surprise of both of them, the object of their first vigilance was not the other party, and their intuition told them that it could not be the other party's hand.

For them, this is very outrageous, which means that in the time just now, they are indeed completely relaxed, and they have not regarded each other as imaginary enemies for a second, and they have not been vigilant at all, which can be called incredible.

But it was clear that it was now the source of the sound that attracted them more, and Schiller was the first to look up at the second floor, he took his hand back from the keyboard, got up and walked towards the stairs, and Batman did not stop him.

Schiller walked to the window on the second floor, the side with his back to the Gotham River, and he leaned slightly to look out of the window.

But in the next second, there was a "bang". The glass shattered, a fist came in, and a strong figure jumped straight into the room.

Schiller stood by the window frame and watched the intruder silently, but Batman couldn't calm down, because when he looked up, he saw a bright red hood slowly emerging from the darkness.

Batman was about to cover his forehead.

"Hello, sir, I think there is something wrong with the design of your uniform, the hole in your eyes is too small for you to tell where the door is, do you intend to go through it all over again?" Schiller asked in a playful tone.

But the other party was obviously not a person who could understand the humor of a gentleman, and he just turned his head to Schiller very rudely and said, "Shut up and hand over the criminals!" ”

"I warn you, it's better not to go any further." Schiller, still in a gentle tone, said, "If you go one step further, you will see what you fear most." ”

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

The other party didn't appreciate it at all, and strode forward, and at this angle, he could just see Batman standing on the first floor looking up at him through the railing of the patio on the second floor.

With a "whoosh", the leg that stepped out was retracted, like a game of stuck, and the uninvited guest who broke in was blocked back to the window, holding the windowsill with both hands, and he could see it even through the mask, and his expression was like seeing a ghost.

"I reminded you." Schiller said.

"Stay away from him." Batman's voice came from the 1st floor.

The young man with the red hood spread his hands and said, "What the hell? Batman? Shouldn't you be patrolling across the river now? And who is he? Why should I stay away from him? ”

"He said it to me." Schiller silently took a step back, looking afraid, but actually making way for the intruder to get to the first floor.

"Well, whatever the hell you're up to, you'd better hurry up and hand over that damn killer who ran here!" The other party's voice is very hoarse, and the words are bitten and spit out with a kind of street violence, simply put, playing the East Coast.

"Who are you talking about as a killer?"

"Of course that damn bastard murderer who wanted to assassinate City Council Speaker Miguel Gvaradalupu! He ran away after cutting people, but he didn't expect to meet me, and he even wanted to hide here, he had no way to escape! ”

"Stay away from him." Batman repeated that sentence again, but this time it was clearly not to Schiller, but the target of his warning did not understand at all, and his eyes just glared at Schiller fiercely through the mask.

"Sir, I'm afraid I'll have to correct your wording, an attempted murderer is not called a killer, let alone a murderer."

"Why are you so busy?"

"Because it's my house."

"But you can't use it to shield criminals! Tell me what you see! Even if Batman is here, you can't hide anything from the case I'm pursuing, or I'll let you know it's awesome! ”

"Okay, since that loud bang, I've only seen you, because your red hood is so conspicuous, and I think the murderer thinks so too."

"What did you say?!" The other raised his voice, apparently sensing that Schiller was taunting him, and he raised his fist and slammed it on the railing at the edge of the patio with a "click". The railing simply broke.

"See? It's like waiting for your cervical spine, if you talk nonsense with me again! ”

Schiller looked a little helpless, he took a step back again, this gesture can be called cowardice, but Batman rushed to the second floor with a brisk stride, and stood at the corner of the patio.

"Stand back!" Batman said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Red Hood would exclaim because Batman was saying this to him, and Schiller smiled and said, "The fire in the fireplace is not so warm, I think we should add more firewood and heat it a little hotter, it will be good for everyone." ”

With that, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs, but Batman looked at his back and said in a warning tone, "Stop, come back!" ”

Schiller stopped, and Batman turned to Red Hood again and said, "Where did you come from, don't let me say it again." ”

"Are you going to go with him, with this inexplicable out-of-town guy to shield criminals? Batman, can't you wait to admit that you're a coward? ”

Red Hood always speaks with a gun and a stick, whether it is the tone or the choice of words, the listener is very uncomfortable, Batman was just about to speak, Red Hood immediately interrupted him a second before he spoke, and said:

"You obviously heard me say that there was an assassin who attempted to murder the speaker of the city council, but you are not in a hurry at all, and you still want to reason with someone, dodge, no matter how hard his mouth is, I can pry it open!"

"Where did this guy come from?" Hal, who was looking at the screen, asked with some confusion: "He is just rampage in Gotham, can he survive to this day?" Batman can't be his sugar daddy, right? ”

The expression on Barry's face was about to be overwhelmed, but he was still desperately patient, and a hand slapped on his shoulder, startling him, and he turned his head to look at Bruce's expression and swallowed his saliva.

"I can't say." Barry covered his mouth and said, "Otherwise, I will be unlucky in the future in this universe." ”

"If you don't say it, you'll be out of luck now." Bruce said very firmly.

"He seems to know Batman, but there seems to be a certain age difference, could it be that he is an adopted son?" Clark frowned and began to reason: "But I've seen Dick, he's a very polite kid, a lot like Bruce, how can he talk so rudely?" ”

"I don't think it's an adopted son." Diana put forward a negative opinion: "The Wayne family will not have an adopted son with the temperament of a street gangster under any circumstances.

"Maybe you've heard it a lot. The children of a big family are very rebellious and don't do their jobs, but the rebellion of the young masters and the gangsters are completely different things, and the temperament is completely different. ”

Both Hal and Konstantin thought it made sense, so they nodded, and Konstantin propped his head with his right hand and said, "I guess." It may be that Batman saved him, a little gangster who was framed on a rainy night, rescued by the great Dark Knight, and since then he has been on the right path, taking it as his mission to solve the criminals, although the means are rough, but the heart is good. ”

Several other people nodded more agreeably, thinking that the detailed scene described by Konstantin was very convincing, after all, so far, there were not many strangers who appeared, and even fewer masked people, if there was such a person in Gotham now, they would definitely know, at least Konstantin, who wandered the streets every day.

But at this time, the expressions of several people changed, and the first to open her mouth was Harley, the little girl did not reason from her words and deeds, she purely had a more developed sense of hearing than others, so she felt that the voice was a little familiar.

Jason followed him, as he walked forward with the red hood, and after his figure entered the light, Jason saw the familiar hood, different, but generally the same.

And finally it was Bruce, who suddenly had a bad premonition, and he pressed the hand on Barry's shoulder tightened, and just wanted to open his mouth to tell Barry not to say the name, but Barry still gave in in in fear.

"Jason Todd - he's Jason, and Red Hood!"

(End of chapter)