The worsted flannel fabric shimmers faintly in the slightly cold, humid air of the Batcave, with small movements.

Jason saw that the man who was dressed more than he should have appeared at the dinner party was very patient to explain to Barbara about the Batman of the other universe.

"Yes, they went to another universe where Gotham is a city that flies in the sky, but that wasn't what happened decades ago, it's ...... recently"

"It's unimaginable." Barbara shook her head and asked with some curiosity, "Will they welcome Robin from another universe?" Generally speaking, Batman doesn't like aliens coming to Gotham, and he probably can't do it in another universe. ”

"You know Batman well, miss, but if it's in a situation where Batman needs extra help, maybe there's a chance." Schiller nodded, smiled and said, "Some time ago, that universe was invaded by the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and the children hoped to help him, and he also allowed them to make trouble under his nose. ”

Schiller's intonation was very slow, and every word was pronounced clearly, and when it reached the ears, one could hear a peculiar intonation in the undulating gaps of the voice, which made people feel calm and calm.

"It must have been an astonishing spectacle." Nightwing spread his hands and said, "I'm not referring to Gotham flying in the sky, but Batman who can handle two Batfamilies." ”

He also looked towards the door as he said this, to make sure that Batman was really gone, and that Bruce Wayne was restored, and that he didn't have time to look at the surveillance equipment for the time being, and when he thought about it, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"There is not that much difference between one and two." Schiller waved his arm slightly outward and said, "Maybe he can accept a third one, and if you're curious, I can ask him if he'd like to give you his contact information." ”

"Still can't." Robin shook his head and said, "I don't know if he can accept the third Bat Family, we can't accept the second Batman anyway." ”

Schiller smiled, Barbara nodded at Schiller and said, "I think you are a trusted psychiatrist, we won't bother you, I hope you can feel at home during this time, and for that, we will do our best." ”

"You're so kind, miss." Schiller sideways to make way for Barbara, Barbara rocked her wheelchair and walked forward, and the moment she passed Schiller, she heard the man say, "If you really don't want to go out, you can stay a little longer, this is your home too, isn't it?" ”

Barbara's grip on the armrest of the wheelchair tightened instantly, and she turned her head back to look at Schiller, who was still smiling and his expression was not aggressive.

"I've spent about a whole period of compulsory education trying to get rid of my misconception that psychiatrists can read minds, do you want to rewrite that, doctor?"

"Your anxiety is obvious, Miss Gordon, I don't think you need to read a mind to see it, and given what I know about the other Bat Families, I'm guessing you're going to see your father."

Barbara kept her head turned, stared straight at Schiller, and asked, "So do you have any opinion, doctor?" ”

"Mr. Gordon won't blame you, but it's hard to say if he would have misunderstood Batman, and if he found out that Batman had left Gotham in a fit of rage, it would make the valiant warrior look too much like a deserter."

"You mean to say that I shouldn't confess to him now?"

"Maybe it's better if all three of you were here." Schiller's hand tapped lightly on the table next to him and said, "Please don't forget, the two of them are also comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, and even the last support of the other party in many cases." ”

"What you're doing will affect not only your relationship with the two of them, but also between the two of them, would you want them to lose a friend each?"

"Of course not." Barbara turned her head back, sighed deeply, and said, "But I'm not sure I'll be able to hide from Batman coming back, and I'm not willing to let Batman waste time for me." ”

"It's too considerate of others." Schiller shook his head and continued, "But if you want to procrastinate, then pretend that you are both busy, and it might work." ”

"Thank you for your advice, doctor, I'll be back to you soon."

Barbara turned to leave, Nightwing rubbed her hand under her nose and said, "Batman just sent me an address, it should be one of his safe houses, do you need me to send you there?" ”

"Do you have a car?" Schiller asked.

"Of course, there are two Batmobiles in the garage, but if you're looking for the usual kind of car, there's a Jaguar in the garage on the southeast side of the ground."

"Thanks, we can leave on our own."

Nightwing hesitated, but said, "I don't mean anything else, I have a lot of respect for any doctor, but ......"

He glanced at Jason as inconspicuously as possible, apparently saying that the problem might be with the patient, almost saying "Jason probably won't want to go with you".

At this time, Peter grabbed Nightwing's arm and said, "Leave the professional business to the professional, let's go." ”

Robin didn't hesitate to turn around, in his opinion, if the psychiatrist couldn't even take Jason from here, then I'm afraid the next treatment would not have any effect.

Although he knew that this matter might not be so simple, and he had not yet seen what medicine was sold in Batman's gourd, he decided to cooperate, and more importantly, he should be optimistic about Gotham during Batman's absence, because he was the current Robin.

After the others left, only Schiller and Jason were left at the bottom of the bat cave, Jason sat in the innermost part of the cell, one leg on his side, one leg straight, his back pressed against the wall, he stared at Schiller and said, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

Schiller turned his back to him, as if he was writing something on a notebook, and as the silence grew longer, Jason's uneasiness began to grow.

The night's emotional ups and downs had already left him emaciated, and the nightmare that had left him to worsen the situation.

Jason has too many bad premonitions about the sudden appearance of the psychiatrist, and his anxiety always points to the same negative measure, which is the urgent desire to make the unknown unfortunate known.

No matter how bad things are, no matter how bad they can be, I'm just waiting here to get the sense of security that comes when disaster strikes, "it's okay, I thought it would be like this anyway."

"I think you can take it easy, Jason." Schiller was still busy with his own business, as if he was adjusting the equipment that Batman had left him, as if the work at hand had taken away most of his attention, and even the comfort was a little perfunctory.

"You must have done something." Jason slowly curled up his legs, took a deep breath and said, "No matter how you used to gain Batman's trust, what he told you is not true, I'm not sick." ”

"I don't have to come to the doctor." Schiller's voice was still smiling, "Of course I can't be a doctor, I don't think you need to decide the tone of our relationship so early, do you?" ”

"Rhetoric." Jason was clearly not going to cooperate, and he said in a slightly sharp tone: "Anyway, Batman is obviously out of sight again, you are not a good person, and you can't be a good doctor." ”

"The two are not necessarily related." Schiller shook his head, concentrating on unraveling the thread on a certain bat device, "Batman thinks I'm a benevolent and skilled doctor, and I'm sympathetic to your situation, so he hired me to treat you, you think that's how it happened, right?" ”

Jason didn't answer, but he clearly thought so, because he really couldn't think of any other possibility.

They had just had a long night in which everyone rolled in the torrent of disaster, and for Jason, it was a long night, and Batman had just realized it.

So he will definitely be like a savior, whether he is sympathetic or wants to make amends, he will definitely do something.

At this time, Schiller appeared, and it happened to be a doctor, so what else could be done other than the possibility that Schiller said?

Jason waited for the doctor to say some flawed words of comfort, and then he would refute them until he couldn't say anything more.

Schiller finally turned around, and Jason heard him say to see him holding a recording device in his left hand and a ball of thread that had been sorted out in his right hand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm wondering now how this bat-shaped clip works."

Schiller walked up to Jason's cage and opened the cell door to Jason's shocked gaze.

Schiller put the keys back in his suit pocket and said, "Obviously, Batman gave me the keys, and as I said, in this environment, nothing will work well, would you like to come out and help me, Mr. Todd?" ”

Jason cautiously stood up from the ground, first looking at his armor without a trace, convinced that Batman hadn't put any miniature bombs or anything on it when he was holding him.

When he realized that his gear was functioning properly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"You know it doesn't even take three seconds for me to take you down, right?"

"Then why not do it?"

Jason swallowed again, he didn't know when he was so slow to react, the moment the cell door opened, he should have rushed out to subdue all the creatures in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, staring at what was in Schiller's hand.

"This is a special device prepared for me by my client, Batman, to record the diagnosis and treatment process."

"A tape recorder?"

"I'm afraid a regular tape recorder wouldn't have such a difficult mic clip." Schiller looked down and fiddled with the bat-shaped clip, "Apparently this clamp doesn't work by kneading the bottom half, and the top half will open. ”

"What we say will be heard by Batman?"

"I'm afraid he'll be more interested in the conversation between the two of us than he's going to have next, don't you think?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything, it's better to let Batman die this heart, it's not that he changed his didactic and pedantic moral code into a real good for me."

Jason walked out of the cage, lowered his arms and looked at Schiller, as if he had made up his mind that Schiller couldn't do anything about him.

Now it seems that this is the case, maybe the doctor may have some kind of trap hidden in him, maybe Batman has left a back hand on him, but Jason can choose not to mess with him and turn away.

He was about to do so, and had even turned away, when he heard Schiller's still-slow, quiet tone coming from behind him.

"Jason, don't forget, you found me."

Jason remembered the dream.

What's going on here? Jason stared back at Schiller in disbelief, does he have the ability to interfere with dreams? Or does he have a device that can hack into people's brains like the Mad Hatter?

"Jason, you know what?" Schiller turned to look at Jason sideways and said, "I think the relationship between you and Batman will develop like it is now, and Batman will take the main responsibility." ”

"That's why I'm not here to heal you, and if I have to talk about how I'm going to do my job as a doctor, then obviously it's just as important to both of you."

"Batman doesn't ......"

"Yes, but he found me." Schiller repeats that sentence again, and then says, "It shows that he is willing to change, at least more than you, and that he is a better problem to solve, and I have experience with it." ”