When Bruce woke up again, he was still lying on the bed, but the bed under him was much softer than the operating table, and when he saw the patterns on the floor, he knew that he should be in Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and when he dispelled the hallucinations in front of him, he saw Schiller sitting next to him.

That should still be morbid, for he was wearing a dark red princely gesque suit three-piece suit and a blue and gold paisley tie, reclining in his chair and squinting his eyes, as if he was napping.

Behind Schiller, on the couch in the office's reception area, Diana and Hal seem to be encouraging Clark to spoil Schiller's expensive cigars, or rather, the two of them are spoiling Schiller's expensive cigars, and then convince Clark to take the blame.

What Bruce didn't expect was that Amanda was standing in front of his bed with her arms crossed, and she was also the first to notice that Bruce was awake.

Amanda stared at Bruce speechlessly, seeing Bruce's eyes fall on her, she stepped out with one foot to change the center of gravity of her body, opened her mouth but stopped talking, her eyes glanced at Bruce and Schiller, and then spoke.

"Listen, I don't care what the relationship you two are, I just fucking want to know, why the fuck do you have to make such a fucking mess in my prison?! It's twice! ”

"Language." Schiller reminded as he slowly opened his eyes. Amanda took a deep breath, then spit it out again, still holding her arm down, standing in place and saying, "I'm sorry, Professor, I just want to know who is responsible for this, it shouldn't be me, right?!" ”

"Elliott." Bruce blinked at a regular rate and spat out a name, and Amanda frowned.

"Elliott escaped the FBI." Bruce's voice was dry and weak, and he continued, "On his way on the run, he met the farmer's family and killed them all, except for the little girl, Belica. ”

"He always wanted to get Bruce Wayne's identity, so he kidnapped Belica to blackmail me into swapping identities with him, and I had no choice but to save Belica." Amanda was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I know that Elliot is your fanatical fan, and he has plastic surgery to look like you, is he premeditated?" ”

"Perhaps." Amanda's face immediately showed anger, and she gritted her teeth and said, "This damn cunning serial murderer! You're going to fall for him?! …… Forget it, where is he now? I'll make him look good! ”

"As I said, he's taken the place of Bruce Wayne, how are you going to arrest a Wayne in Gotham?" Bruce said intermittently.

Amanda frowned and said, "But you're here, you can charge him, and then the FBI can arrest him, and if the FBI can't get in, then you and your friends catch him first, and then take him to the police." ”

"That's the problem, how do I prove I'm really Wayne?"

"Your teacher and your friends ......"

"And how are they going to prove it?" Amanda was choked speechless, and then she spread her hands and said, "His disguise can't be so perfect, can he?" There will always be flaws. Schiller sat still, silently watching the conversation between the two of them, and he didn't say anything to Amanda, because Amanda wasn't that stupid.

"Oh, I remember." Amanda suddenly realized, "That little girl can testify for you, she heard everything Elliot said to you when she was kidnapped, and she will be the best witness." ”

"Sorry, Professor, can I borrow your phone here?" Schiller made a gesture of please, and Amanda walked briskly to the office telephone in her high heels, and said, "In the name of the FBI, summon the survivor of the last of the bandage killers, the little girl named Belica, and provide her with witness protection!" ”

"Yes, Elliot got out with a big eucalyptus, he blackmailed Bruce Wayne into swapping identities with him, and he attacked other prisoners in my prison...... Help me contact Edgar Attorney, he's done! With that, Amanda hurried out the door.

By this time, Diana, Clarke, and Hal had already walked to Bruce's bed, and Schiller sat down in his chair, looked up at them, smiled, and said, "I said it was another accident, would you believe it?" The three of them hugged their arms one after another, and Diana took the lead in stroking her hair with her hand and said, "It's much better than last time, Professor, at least this time Bruce is the only one lying down." ”

"He didn't hurt him." Bruce said as he lay on the bed and hugged the pillow.

"I just want to know, what's the point of the dress we made for you if it can't even withstand a scalpel?" Hal asked, and his tone wasn't so good.

"I appreciate the kindness." Bruce replied.

"Bruce." Clark sat directly on Bruce's bed and called his name, Schiller's eyes falling on his watery jeans, but quickly left.

"What do you think of our plan to set up an organization to respond to sudden crises and protect the earth and the universe?"

"I think it's good." Clark was stunned for a moment, he looked at Bruce and said, "Shouldn't you say something like 'I'm going to protect Gotham'?" ”

"Are you going to let me join?"

"Of course, you're the soul of the soul!" Clark raised his voice.

"But only if you make sure you don't have that kind of academic exchange with your professors again." Diana interrupted Clarke, who looked Bruce in the eye and said, "Well, we just wanted to find you something else to do, wouldn't it be nice to be in the Met?" ”

"It's not good to let you go back to Gotham!" Hal moved himself a chair, sat down on the other side of the bed, and pouted.

"I can join, but I'm not leaving Gotham." Clark still wanted to persuade, but Bruce rushed ahead of him and said: "It's okay with Schiller, have you forgotten, I still have children, and Aisha will go to elementary school next year." The three of them couldn't argue with this reason, but Clark still said, "No one here wants to kidnap you, we don't have to get you out of Gotham to comfort ourselves, but ......"

"But I have to make sure I don't get hurt in three days." Bruce's tone was sleepy, his code hadn't been cleared yet, so the hallucinations hadn't gone away, so he said very bluntly, "I can promise that on a normal day, but you know who will bring surprises." The eyes of the three fell on Schiller's body in unison.

Schiller crossed his fingers in front of him and turned his head to look at Bruce, who had closed his eyes and was asleep.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's talk here." Schiller stood up and ushered the three of them to the sofa in the reception area, he glanced at the messy cigar box, sighed softly, and said as he cleaned up the table.

"This will be the end of the period for now."

"What?"

"The kind of situation you don't want to see." Schiller took a piece of paper and scooped up the tobacco leaves scattered on the table, and continued, "My frequent academic exchanges with Bruce have come to an end for the time being. ”

"What happened?"

"He graduated, and he was a good graduate." Schiller tossed the tobacco leaves in the trash and said, "He's out of the cocoon, and a lot of what's going on is beyond my control." Schiller looked up at the three of them and said, "The universe is vast, but it also comes with dangers, and I am in favor of you forming an alliance to support and help each other, but I want you to understand that no one is fully responsible for this, including each of you, and Bruce." ”

"Perhaps." Clark said.

"You certainly don't have to give me an affirmative answer, but the situation now makes it clear to you that Bruce's home is in Gotham, and he can always run away from anywhere else."

"If he comes back one day, I'm not afraid to take a little time out of my academic exchange with him and ask what happened, it's a teacher's necessary concern for his students, I think you can understand, right?" Hal swallowed, he clenched his hands, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Even if there is no such concern, we will protect him as much as possible, and we agree that his brain is a treasure of human civilization." ”

"We'd prefer him to stay in Gotham if we can." Diana frowned and said, "In addition to his home being here, you are also here, and this treasure will be safe." ”

"Of course he will."

"That's it, then." Clark put his hand on his face and said, "We might call him in all sorts of places, and he'll give us the intellectual support and the logistics." ”

"Like he's doing." Schiller put the cigar box away and said. Diana nodded and said, "With all of us having special abilities, it is unreasonable and inhumane to let an ordinary person charge ahead, these are enough." ”

"Don't discuss the name of this alliance with me, I have no interest in the position of advisor." Schiller directly interrupted what Clark was about to say next, and said: "There is a savior for a generation, I have my things to do, and I don't have any experience to pass on to you, it's all with Batman." After saying that, Schiller stood up, walked to the bookshelf and put his precious cigar in the highest place, Clark touched his nose a little embarrassed and explained: "I haven't seen this thing, so I took it apart and looked at it, and I will compensate for it." ”

"I appreciate the kindness." The other three looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly, their teachers and students were really carved out of the same mold.

After the others left, Bruce got up from the bed, the wound that had just been stitched up did not affect his mobility in the slightest, Schiller stood in front of the shelf and looked back at him and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Makes it worth the fare."

"Am I used to paying first, or are you still scared that I'm really going to pay?" Schiller looked at him with a smile.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, and Schiller walked up to him, took out a dagger from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Bruce.

Schiller bowed his head and unbuttoned his suit, then took off his blazer and put it on the back of the chair next to him.

Bruce looked up at him, just in time for his gaze.

"Do you know where to get the knife in the fastest way to get to the heart?"

"Under the ribs, through the stomach."

"The theory is good, but what about the practice?"

"You're going to let me test your knife?"

"I'm not your professor, the gray mist fixes everything." Schiller adjusted the position of his tie, and said in a slightly calm tone: "What's more, only if you can really kill me, I will believe that you can kill anyone...... This is a monumental moment, and I deserve my medal. ”

"Poof." Schiller didn't react at all, the dagger went straight under his ribs, he leaned forward, and Bruce reached out to support him, which looked more like a hug.

With a bang, the door was slammed open, and Clark roared, "I knew these two madmen weren't finished!" Stop it!! Bruce turned his head to look at them, he was holding Schiller, the dagger in his hand was slightly forced,

With a soft "snort", the tip of the knife went straight to the heart. The three were dumbfounded.