The elevator door of the Schiller Tower opened, and Arrogance slowly walked out of it, he straightened the cufflinks on his wrists, walked towards his room, opened the door, and walked to the desk to tidy up the things on the desk, when he heard someone knock on the door in a familiar rhythm.

"Please come in." Greed opened the door a little, but did not enter, he put a box on the sideboard, gestured to the arrogance and said, "Your friend came to you two hours ago, you are not there, this is his gift, I sent it, goodbye." With that, he closed the door, frowned arrogantly, put away the desk first, then walked to the doorside cabinet, and took the box to the sofa.

The black box is stamped with a matte bat logo, the symbol of the main universe Batman, and Schiller opens the lid to find a book wrapped in dark blue paper.

When Schiller opened it, he saw that the title of the book was written in English in floral script on the cover of the book—

"Asuka Collection". Schiller gently stroked his thumb over the protruding part of the gilded text, and when he opened the book, he found a letter sandwiched between the first and second pages of the text.

Schiller didn't open the letter first, but glanced at the part of the envelope that was hidden, which was a poem about birds.

"The birds of summer flew to my window and sang, and flew away again. The yellow leaves of autumn, they have nothing to sing, only sigh and fly there. Schiller's fingertips caressed the simple line of text, which was too shallow and light compared to Batman's heart.

Schiller never imagined that "The Birds" would be Batman's reading, and this crisp and crisp collection of poetry seemed a little out of place even on the shelves of Wayne Manor.

Schiller took the book and envelope back to his desk and sat down, and after turning on the lamp, Schiller picked up a thread scraper and opened the thin wax seal, which also had the logo of a bat printed on the letterhead.

"Hello, Dr. Rodriguez, is your winter over there? I am writing this letter to you on the frozen banks of the Gotham River, conveying my thoughts as cold and frozen as the morning mist on this solemn winter day. The half of the equation I handed over to you was the result of joint research with friends from another world, and the chance that the two of us met came from you, and that is what you deserve. But in recent days, I have discovered the power of this equation, so I have to tell you to take good care of it, even though I know that there is no safer place than in your brain. Regrettably, my universe is far from so peaceful, and a powerful enemy and overlord in the universe has sensed the power of the equation and has taken an eye on the Earth and me, and I have begun to investigate him. If you have anything to do with it

Tell me more about the name "Darkseid", I know you do, so I give you a book in return, I hope you like it.

And the bad news, after my cosmic time rewinds, the Joker has been hiding in the dark as always, trying to make his powerful enemies fall in mid-air, but this time he has set his sights on the bat nest.

My four Robins and the Batgirl are all shrouded in his dark and murderous gaze, but so am the Justice League's lack of skill due to the powerful enemies in the universe.

We agreed that our first job was to stop Darkseid from getting the equation. Here, I have to ask you that while I set my sights on the universe, I can send the birds to your universe so that I have no worries.

To Dr. Schiller read the letter carefully, and Batman's words were still concise and powerful, without losing their literary beauty.

Schiller found out in his previous correspondence with Batman in the main universe that he is not a boring and stereotypical person, on the contrary, Bruce Wayne of the main universe is very artistic, and he is not a social mute who does not say a word for the sake of efficiency.

Perhaps it's better to call it moody, but the fact is that Batman's writing is alive and powerful, even funny, and his depictions of the trivia of the bat's den have a bit of Mark Twain-esque humor.

Schiller finished reading the letter, and the wording of the refusal had already been prepared in his mind, not that he was unwilling to contact the Bat family, no matter how difficult Robin was, it would not be as difficult as Batman himself, he had graduated from Batman, and he was not short of a few birds.

It's just that, in Schiller's plan, for some time in the future he will be committed to restoring his former social circle, so much so that he may rush between the new world and the old world and attend social events.

He had to travel to Washington for an academic conference on sociology, then to Montreal for his former professor's birthday party, then to London for a private dinner for an old friend, then to travel between Bordeaux and Paris, and possibly to visit his old godfather in Sicily.

But at this moment, Schiller saw another sentence below the last sentence, the handwriting was more cohesive than the above, it looked like Batman hastily added it, and it read: "Doctor, you have a thousand reasons to pull this dark city out of the abyss, but when it falls again with ten thousand powers, you have only one reason not to let go, and that is to let your children bask in the sun, and so do I." May you experience the earnest of a father as your sun melts the Gotham River ice floe. Batman, stayed on a winter day. Schiller stared at each word of these words, and he thought that when he was confronted with a living person, he could always see his complexity in all aspects, and this complexity brought with it brought a vivid vitality to sketch a three-dimensional image for him.

Batman always seems to be cautious, but he does not incur cowardice and hesitation because of prudence, let alone inferiority, or rather, people always see too much of his caution, but they do not see that his almost crazy boldness and decisiveness come from his confidence in his own judgment.

Obviously, Batman believes that Schiller will definitely promise him and take care of his Robins based on the last paragraph alone, which comes from his knowledge and analysis of Schiller's personality and behavior patterns.

He was right, Schiller thought, and his words had succeeded in moving him, so he removed the words of rejection that had been prepared in his head.

But Schiller didn't plan to change his social plans, and now the scheduled banquet doesn't meet his social codes, but it doesn't matter, anyway, none of the birds from the main universe know who he is, they will only go to Batman.

So, Schiller sat down at his desk and wrote a reply to Batman.

"Having received your letters and gifts, my opinion is as follows: winter here is almost over, Rodriguez Manor is not close to the Gotham River, but the children who pass by my door are disappointed with their skates, and I think the ice has melted. The equation is safe, and the information about Darkseid is enough to put together a book, and I will enclose it to you with the letter, but the situation of the two universes is different, and you should sift through it carefully. The Joker was a threat to any member of the Bat Family while you were working in the Justice League, and I understand that you want to keep them safe, but I have to tell you that I'm very busy for the next few days, so if you expect me to provide them with psychological counseling, I'm afraid it's doomed to fail. But if you just want them to take refuge here, then you can just ask Mr. Allen to send them to Wayne Manor, and the Batman of this universe will take care of them. It's not bad news for me, but I'm going to tell you the best news that happened recently, Batman did pretty well on a recent exam...... "As Schiller was writing in his own tower, Dick, Jason, and Tim walked side by side on the Gotham River in the sunset.

"I said that the sun is not necessarily a good thing, and in the past years, the ice on the river lasted at least another month." Jason said with a pair of skates in his hand and a little disappointed.

On both sides of the road, there were many children who were just as disappointed as they were, their shoes stepping on the cracks in the bricks, and the remaining dead grass with wet water marks, leaving staccato trails in the setting sun.

"Let's go back to dinner." Tim tightened his thick scarf and let out a puff of white mist as if it were a little cold, he sniffled, and continued, "I bet Ah Fu must have heated the vegetable soup and black rice crackers on the fireplace in advance, and I will spread a whole meal of cheese with a knife." Dick's Adam's apple moved, and he put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the bricks, and said, "I'm going to ballet class after dinner, and then I'll come back to write my French homework......

"Why do you have to learn French to learn ballet?" Jason said as he frowned and kicked the gravel on the ground with the tip of his boot.

Tim snorted coldly and said, "Because ballet originated in France, many professional terms are French, and Dick's ballet teacher Sylvia is also French. ”

"I'm so annoyed." Jason took his skates in his hand and said, "Thomas didn't come here for anything, and now I'm going to play with those old kids on the weekend, and I'm afraid they'll fall into their mother's arms and cry." Tim smirked, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's good that my dad let me learn everything I need to learn." ”

"Don't forget that you still have to feed the ponies." Dick immediately reminded, "Thomas is exaggerating, we have a whole horse farm." ”

"yes, it's not that big, and the horse that Aisha was scared of was going to crash headlong against the wall." The three of them all laughed back and forth, apparently remembering the chaos that had taken Aisha to the racecourse last weekend.

"Did Bruce take Aisha to school?" Jason asked.

"Otherwise, what has he been up to lately?"

"So which elementary school does he want Aisha to go to?"

"Thomas must want Aisha to go to the girls' school in Portas, and he will say that Martha graduated there, and every teacher there has the title of senior clergy, nun or something."

"It's better to have Bruce donate money to rebuild a statue of Jesus for them, a little harder than a children's slide, otherwise no amount of nuns will be able to redeem God's wrath." They started laughing again, and walked down the streets of the wealthy neighborhood on the banks of the Gotham back to Wayne Manor, a short distance from here, where hot soup was waiting for them in the fireplace, and Tim had a knife smearing black rice cakes with cheese.

After they were sweating all the time in their shirts, they sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and began to speculate about how much Bruce would have to spend to soothe God's wrath if Aisha's future elementary school replaced a statue of Jesus a week.

After a while, Dick went out to class, and after a full three hours of ballet lessons, he was a good vent, and he fell asleep in the car with some exhaustion, and when the driver woke him up, the warm light from Wayne Manor appeared at the end of the dark road.

Dick yawned and got out of the car, picked up his dancing equipment from the seat on the other side and walked lazily back down the hall.

Then he saw Bruce holding Aisha and talking to several strangers in the living room. One of them wears a blue and purple uniform, one wears a red hood, the other wears a red and green uniform, a small boy, and a young lady with two pointed ears on the hood.

There was some noise from their conversation, and it looked like they were arguing, and Jason and Tim were gone, probably going to the same school together to do their homework and not returning.

As soon as Dick walked in, all eyes fell on him.