When Schiller landed in the laboratory of the Florence Superprison, he was confronted with a picture of Bruce Wayne lying topless, face down on the operating table, with a huge wound on his back that ran from the bottom of his neck to the lumbar spine, and the muscles and skin above the spine bones were cut open in a very delicate way, as if blood had covered him with a veil.

Bruce tilted his head sideways, facing the lab table on the other side of the operating table, his sweat-soaked black half-length hair sticking to the side of his face, completely covering his closed eyes, and judging by the frequency of the rise and fall of his chest, he was already unconscious.

Bane, holding a scalpel, stood next to the operating table. Schiller doesn't have to dig through the fragments of his memory to remember what Bane did in the comics, the famous transhuman mercenary is one of the few villains in the comics who seriously damaged Batman's body.

In the comics, Bane breaks Batman's spine - Schiller is well aware that this did not happen in this universe, but it is a kind of virtual misdeeds and a history that can be used as evidence in the trial.

Bruce, lying on the operating table with his eyes closed, heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice, familiar because it came from Schiller, and strange because he had never heard Schiller's cold tone.

"Excuse me, sir, what have you done to my students?" The leather shoes took a step forward, and through the reflection on the floor, Bruce could clearly see that Bane was suddenly floating, countless gray mist enveloping him, lifting him into the air.

Then, the seemingly powerless mist suddenly began to squeeze inward, like a large, irresistible hand, clutching Bane in the palm of his hand.

He wanted to pop him like this—clutching the skin, crushing the bones, until the viscera could not bear the pressure and gushed out of the wound, then shriveled down like an overripe peach that had been squeezed dry.

Bruce had never seen such a violent and bloody side of Schiller. Schiller was a madman, but he had his own set of standards for life, which he could even call moral, and his madness contained nothing contrary to civilization, nor anything dirty, messy, violent, or barbaric.

Schiller is a very civilized person, not picky and pretentious, but meticulous appearance and etiquette at all times, showing a graceful posture that is always calm, like a perfect human skin.

And now, a part of the human skin was exposed, perhaps the sharpest fangs, the part of Bruce that he had the position and right to call him a criminal just by looking at it.

Bane's body began to twist and deform, the bones of his limbs had been broken, painful moans spilled from his mouth, the poison sped up the injection, Bane's skin turned crimson, and his muscles were still struggling with useless work.

Schiller stood beside the operating table, separating Bruce from Bane, his back to Bruce, holding Bane against the wall on the other side, and silently crushing him.

"Don't kill him." Schiller reluctantly turned his head, for Bruce's tone was not at all the same as before, it was more like a cold and hard command, but faster than reason, Schiller followed his instinct and let go of his hand.

The moment Bane landed, Schiller heard a weak laugh coming from the operating table, it wasn't Bruce Wayne laughing, it was Batman, and he was laughing very happily.

Schiller didn't bother with the half-dead Bane, he turned around, and when he looked down, he could see Bruce's blue eyes, half of which were soaked in the blood from the wound on his face, red and blue, and wickedly overdone.

“…… Are you manipulating me? Schiller, who had recovered from his intense emotions, asked as if he was dazed.

"Yes." Bruce, who was lying on the operating table, blinked and said, "Because I know how you're manipulating me." ”

"......" Bruce's arms and shoulders muscles exert force, as if trying to change positions, but failed, he fell back to the operating table, so he could only lie there, lying on the blood.

"If we weren't that close, and I didn't care enough about you, then what you said and did wouldn't have any effect on me."

"And if you don't care enough about me, you won't come, and you won't be angry that I'm killed and hurt."

"It took me a few years to solve the mystery, but it wasn't a mystery at all, it wasn't the intrigue or special abilities that manipulated me, it was my own emotions."

"Right now, it's your own love anger that manipulates you." Schiller fell silent, and after a few minutes he sat down on the bench facing Bruce, who had almost never done such rudeness as sitting at the table, but who seemed desperate to rest for a while.

"Do you know when I first got shocked about you?" Schiller asked. Bruce quickly found the fragments of his memories through those hallucinations, and the shocked expression of Schiller he had seen was a little distant, so it seemed vague and distorted, but he remembered it anyway.

"I thought you were a murderer, but you weren't, so I apologized, I remember how surprised you were at that time, and it was the last time I saw you shocked me."

"That was also the last time I heard you apologize to me."

"Because we didn't know each other at that time, did we?"

"We really didn't know each other at that time." The air was quiet, but the silence was not embarrassing, they all seemed to be caught up in their memories, the years were far from the passage of time, but they seemed like a world away.

"It's easy for people to apologize to strangers." Schiller spoke first: "Because we have no expectation of a stranger, not even a second meeting of a lifetime, the choice is a simple matter, and the influence on judgment does not include the desire to win." ”

"But people always want to be better than their families." Bruce went on to say, "Because there's always an expectation of proving yourself right and getting a good impression from them, and you're afraid that apologizing for your mistake will lighten your weight in their hearts." ”

"But perhaps it's also because I'm too familiar and too confident that the other person can understand me, so I think that apologies are unnecessary." Schiller continued: "If the other party asks for this, the question of whether to apologize or not will escalate to a question of whether we can understand each other." ”

"And I try to understand you, or be you." Bruce coughed weakly twice, then said, "It's far better to understand your feelings for me." ”

"And use it to manipulate me."

"That's just incidental."

"It worked very well, and for the first time in my adult life, I was out of control like this."

"Can I get back on the student list?" Schiller was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Yes, and not just through...... It's excellent. Bruce's body was completely relaxed, as if he had lost all his strength and collapsed in a pool of blood.

He's in shock, but he's still conscious, but that's not enough to call it bizarre because he's Batman.

Schiller walked back to the operating table, and without reaching for the tool on the table, he stared at the wound that was still bleeding profusely and said, "It doesn't look like you want it to heal right away." ”

"Yes, this is my Medal of Merit for Graduation."

"It just so happens that I don't have the ability to perform surgery either, otherwise you wouldn't have wanted this ugly medal." Bruce chuckled again, as if he thought the joke was funny, but Schiller picked up a scalpel anyway and said.

"But you still need stitches, I'll go find a doctor with a surgical license." Schiller was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, his gray twin children became a little unfocused, and Bruce asked tentatively, "...... Morbidity? ”

"It's me." Sickly picked up the scalpel, took a look at the situation at the scene, and said to Bruce, "You need a blood transfusion, you should have ready-made blood, right?" ”

"The door on the right goes out, and the room on the left is the blood bank." Schiller passed by Bane as he went to fetch blood, glanced at him, and when he walked back, his eyes fell on Bane, but he asked Bruce, "Your new prey?" ”

"Arrogance chose for me."

"Strict as always." Schiller commented and began to give Bruce a blood transfusion, and after adjusting the position of the blood bag, he began to organize the surgical tools.

"I'll use the gray mist to take out the nanocontroller first, I know you don't take anesthetics, but the pain will make the muscles tense and affect the suturing effect, so I'll let the gray mist temporarily cut off your pain nerves, besides, the wound on your face shouldn't be your medal, right?" Bruce shook his head weakly, he saw a wisp of gray mist drifting in front of him, and those wounds on his face healed instantly.

Schiller picked the stitches and spoke, "It seems that you didn't listen to what I said, and the fight between the two of you added a room full of blood and an innocent victim, perhaps more than one. ”

"On the contrary, I listened, remembered, and understood."

"Don't look to your father for understanding other than affection, huh?"

"I'm studying the inner part of my family."

"Obsessed."

"But it worked." Schiller began to stitch up the wound on Bruce's back, and before he did it, he glanced at Bruce's expression and said, "But you don't look like you're happy." ”

"Because he seems a little tired." Bruce said with his eyes closed.

"Oh, really?" There was a hint of surprise in Schiller's tone: "Knock on my door with the greatest force ever and ask me to come up and take the shift, and run to the tower's radio room to broadcast thirty-six times in a row about you finally passing your graduation exams and still broadcasting the exhaustion?" Bruce started laughing again, Schiller had to reach out and hold his shoulder to prevent him from moving too much to affect the stitches, and after Bruce calmed down, Schiller said while stitching up the wound, "Do you know he's communicating with Batman from another world?" ”

"Of course, the Batman visited him some time ago and gave him half an equation, but I didn't watch it."

"You should check it out, it's the result of his joint research with the geniuses of another universe, maybe it can give you some understanding of the mysteries of the universe."

"The universe needs no more mysteries."

"Are you content with the status quo?" Schiller adjusted his gloves, brushed the stitches, and said, "Not surprisingly, you're probably crazier than most Batmans, and more cruel, maybe more cruel than the Joker." ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Which do you think is more evil, the destruction of the flesh or the torture of the spirit?" Bruce didn't answer, and Schiller continued: "The clown only destroys the flesh, and no matter how many people his explosion kills, their suffering is short-lived, and death will end everything." ”

"But the mental torture is long and never-ending, like the gangrene of the bones, slowly corroding away the few remaining logs of a small boat on the vast ocean, so that the people on board have the idea of jumping into the sea and dying several times when they dream back at midnight, but they realize that they lack courage."

"It will make them attribute the pain they endure to their own cowardice, and even the last resentment before death will fall on their heads, and they will not even have the imagination of an afterlife or a ghost, and the end and decay will be extremely sad."

"It is an extremely terrible torture, much more terrible than death, and the most terrible physical torture is less than one-ten-thousandth of mental anguish."

"Isn't that what you want me to do?"

"No, I just want you to learn how to inflict such mental pain on people, and if you have the ability to do so, but you choose to end their flesh quickly, the death you give them becomes a gift, not an evil."

"Sounds reasonable."

"So, will you kill the criminal?" Bruce blinked lightly and said, "You think I'm only going to manipulate criminals?" ”

"Aren't you?"

"Then you haven't realized how crazy I am." Schiller's hand paused, and then the needle was dropped to suture the last bit of wound, and the hand was still steady, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone,

"So can I get lucky enough to get a ticket?"

"How are you going to pay?"

"I can teach you how to end a person's body in the fastest way, you must not be good at this aspect, because you haven't really done it, theory and practice are different."

"Deal."

"Peng!" Amanda leads the guards to break down the door to the lab, screaming loudly after seeing a room full of blood, Bruce lying on the operating table, Schiller standing next to him, and Bane lying on the ground.

"Call the doctor!! Prepare the plane!! ”