This action activated all of Jason's self-defense mechanisms, and after shaking in place for a moment, he almost jumped out like a meerkat literally.

But soon he looked at Schiller with suspicion, because he did not read sympathy in Schiller's body language or eyes.

He often felt this sentiment in people like Schiller, including the Wayne family's personal physician, Batman's technical advisor, and occasionally Alfred.

It's weird, Jason thought, Schiller didn't come to hurt him, he didn't come to treat him out of compassion, so what did he come for?

So he stood in the stairwell and stopped, while Schiller pulled out a small square plastic bag from his pocket, in which were two small round pills.

"Sedatives, you're going to need it."

"No kidding, Batman won't let me take drugs."

"It's not any kind on the market, it's harmless to the body." Schiller explains: "There's hardly any euphoria, so it's not addictive. ”

"Are you mistaken?!" Jason almost roared, "You even convinced Batman to get me alone on an isolated desert island, and then the first thing you did was to seduce me like the worst drug dealer to numb my brain with drugs?!" ”

"Looks like I'm going to have to tell you the need for this." Schiller sighed and pulled another needle out of his pocket.

Jason keenly spotted the scarecrow's mark on the needle, and he stared at the injection with wide eyes and said, "Fear gas? ”

"It's a concentrate, and I applied it to my handkerchief."

Jason instinctively took a step back.

"Not for you." Schiller shook his head and said, "I said, I have to do this, and the reason is not you, you should know, I have many opportunities to give you a shot directly." ”

"I'm surprised that you didn't?"

"It's not funny, Jason." Schiller shook his head a little helplessly and said, "If I'm going to torture you with fear gas, then I'm afraid I don't need Batman's consent, there's always a chance, isn't it?" ”

Jason can't argue with that, because now the whole world probably knows that he was kidnapped by the Joker and imprisoned for another year.

He cautiously leaned his body against the armrest, grabbed the handrail with his other arm back, and leaned sideways to pick up the bag of small pills with the hand in front of him.

"God, if Batman sees this, he'll throw me in a drug rehab center." Jason still took the little pill over.

"For the sake of seriousness, by the way, do you have a history of similar medications?"

"I don't take drugs!!" Jason roared again.

Schiller laughed, apparently another teasing, but harmless, and he still emphasized: "It's actually a mixture, there is a certain sedative ingredient in it, but not much, mainly to go with the other ingredients." ”

"What about the effect?"

"Being able to temporarily immunize against fear gas will not have any effect on your mind and sanity." Schiller calmed the gray mist inwardly, and then said: "A strange creature that drinks fear poison gas as if it were alcohol secretes resistance enzymes, some sedatives, and very small amounts of anesthetic drugs, usually to neutralize them. ”

Jason hesitated and asked, "Can I trust you?" ”

"Your great gift for sensing collective emotions can also be used on me, what does it tell you?"

"That's why I feel weird." Jason was confused, he took a deep breath and said, "It tells me that you are a sheep, dressed more ornate than usual, usually walking in front of the flock, strong, erudite, gentle, and an excellent savior. ”

"Am I not?"

"Usually it's impossible for such a person to convince Batman, how do you walk up to him on all fours, talk to him with a bleating voice, and still make him believe what you're saying?"

Schiller finally showed his first sincere smile of the day, and looked at Jason with smiling eyes and said, "I can just do it, do you want to learn?" ”

Jason's Adam's apple rolled hard.

He stood on the second step of the staircase and watched Schiller's back, wool, wool, wool, sheepskin, mutton, lamb ribs, there was no flaw, how did he do it?

It wasn't until Schiller's back disappeared from his field of vision that Jason turned his head and walked upstairs with his head pinched the two small pills at the same time.

Walking back into the attic, Jason found that it was extremely cramped, half of the room was shrouded under the roof that had been pressed down diagonally, which was very unsuitable for his tall body.

So he lay down on the bed, with the same sloping skylight in front of him, which made him feel better.

He took the two small pills in front of him and looked at them through the bag, not writing the dosage, but "2" would not be a coincidental number, either two at a time or twice a day.

Jason couldn't accept that he was being affected by fear gas, so he decided to take a risk, knowing that even if it was some kind of drug, the two tablets were not enough to be addictive, and there was no need for Schiller to poison him to death.

So Jason opened the bag directly, swallowed two tablets at once, and lay on the bed thinking about the long night.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, the coastline at dusk was sparkling, gentle and quiet, and comfortable not like Gotham.

Jason rolled over on the bed, spread his arms, and sat up after lying sluggishly for a while.

To his surprise, his head stopped hurting, the hazy hallucinations disappeared, and the memories that flashed from time to time became very blurry, almost like a normal person.

As he sat up, he wondered if he had dreamed or not, and came to the conclusion that he hadn't, or perhaps he had forgotten about it.

Jason picked up the bag of pills he had thrown on the floor and put it back in his pocket, and when he got back to the Batcave, he took the most advanced equipment to test what the ingredients of the thing were, hopefully not a placebo.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, Jason smelled a strong scent, butter-free, so it wasn't that greasy, but it was enough to whet your appetite.

When he went downstairs, he found Schiller already sitting at the table, and he was sketching something on paper with a pen in hand, next to a sandwich with the aroma of scrambled eggs in olive oil.

Jason swallowed, maybe it was a side effect of the strange parasite, he didn't feel hungry, but the human appetite was uncontrollable.

"Are you awake? It seems that I have a good control of the amount of medicine, there is another sandwich in the insulated box next to it, and there are scrambled eggs in the pot with a green lid. ”

Schiller moved his chair forward so that his arm could write better, and he said, "There's so much work to be done, so I want to eat simply, and if you don't think that's enough, there's ingredients in the fridge and you can make it yourself." ”

"I'm not hungry." Jason said that, but he went to fetch the sandwich, which looked like a half-finished product made to order by some fancy restaurant, with good ham and fresh tomato slices.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the steaming scrambled eggs came from the strong aroma, and Jason really couldn't imagine that many high-quality chickens could lay such fragrant eggs.

He took out the eggs, sandwiched them in the sandwich, and put the sandwich in the microwave, turning the button of the microwave oven as he asked, "I see the basement door locked." ”

"Yes, I've left some clutter there, that might trip you, so don't go in lately."

"Is this the kind of warning you call that if I break it, I will pay the price?"

When Jason turned his head to look at Schiller, Schiller also turned his head to look at him, Schiller shook his head and said, "First of all, this is not a warning, just an exhortation, and secondly, I have never said that you will pay a price for violating certain advice, my wording is ......"

"You're just glorifying what you mean, you're both very good at this." Jason sat down across from Schiller with a sandwich and said, "Do you think every conversation between Batman and me is full of fire?" In fact, quite the opposite, many times he was bitter and sometimes gentle, and that was the real reason why I was unlikable in the Bat family, and it seemed like I had failed him. ”

"Nothing has changed for all these years." After taking his first bite of the sandwich, Jason stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "It's not that a fence made of soft and expensive ribbon is not a fence, and we've even compromised to move around the fence, so don't ask for too much." ”

"Has anyone told you about this?" Schiller lowered his head to rewrite and said, "The biggest reason you don't fit in with them is that you have an amazing revolutionary in you." ”

"I don't think I need anything revolutionary." Jason took another big bite of the sandwich and said, "I've made my choice, I didn't go to be the leader, I didn't take the lead in breaking through the fence, I chose to run out on my own, I deserved to be taken by the wolf." ”

Schiller shook his head helplessly, as if he didn't want to comment on Jason's words, and Jason deliberately provoked and said, "You know I'll go to the basement to have a look, right?" I'll go tonight. ”

"You can't get in."

"You think I can't open the door?"

To Jason's surprise, Schiller thought very seriously for several minutes before speaking.

"Well, the basement door shouldn't stop you, maybe I should do it another way."

"If I say I want to know what your job really is......"

"I can't tell you now." Schiller flatly rejected him, saying, "It's not a bad thing to be late." ”

Jason frowned deeply, he felt that Schiller was lying to him, and he could not find any trace of lying.

But he still felt that it was unlikely, there were too many oddities about Schiller, and it was almost impossible for Batman to choose such a person to work with, let alone give him any important work.

And, still on a remote desert island, almost unmonitored and unable to rescue, and, with himself.

Jason felt that his mind had cleared up, but he still couldn't figure out what the problem was, but he knew that if Schiller didn't tell him, he would have to change his condition.

"What can I do here?" Jason asked.

Schiller pondered for a moment and said, "As you can see, this place is poorly decorated...... Very rudimentary by my standards, with no books or newspapers to read, and no discs or game consoles to pass the time. ”

"I can leave ......"

"You know you can't, and neither can I." At some point, Schiller walked up to Jason's side, put a cup of coffee in front of him and said, "Apparently it's all up to Batman." ”

"If Batman thinks so, he's very wrong." Jason picked up his glass and said in a deep voice, "You're making him think so, but you actually have your own purpose." ”

"He thought that the sheep's mind was too easy for him to understand, so he missed some important part, and that would be fatal."

"It's not that serious, Jason." Schiller sat back down and said, "You're worried too much, even the claws you put on the day after tomorrow can easily break through my defenses, can't you?" ”

"You make everyone feel that way, powerful, erudite, gentle, and what I didn't say but is extraordinarily important, harmless."

"But you're not really harmless." Jason stared at Schiller and said, "You have subtle control and can show someone a certain side of you with precision. ”

"I'm guessing there must have been some hapless guy who thought you were wearing sheepskin, and he deliberately uncovered it, only to find that there were no demon's claws underneath."

"And then you become a recognized victim, and you are so humble and easy-going, but you are suspicious of it, and with your social status, you can easily expel someone from the center of the circle and make him badly branded."

"But I know that it's only half of you, even if this half is true, reasonable, and rigorous, and there are no flaws from bone to skin, it doesn't mean that you don't have the other half."

"And so it makes you invulnerable." Jason put his hands on the table, stood his knife and fork up, and said, "If they try to break it, they'll only bring shame on themselves, and if they brute-force it, you'll get a big meal." ”

"Amazing." Schiller sighed from the bottom of his heart.

(End of chapter)