Chapter 8 He Is Not Batman Yet

On a morning when Gotham City was still full of haze, Schiller stretched and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel and had been free for a few days when he found the figure of SHIELD agents near his psychological clinic again.

Those people were like sticky candies that could not be shaken off. This might be the case for ordinary people. Even Stark, the rich man in that world, was still annoyed by them but had no way to deal with them.

But Schiller was different. After being annoyed by the young Batman in Gotham, he could just pat his butt and leave, and go to Marvel to hide. Now that he was targeted by the agents of Marvel, he could choose to leave and hide in Gotham.

The agents of SHIELD did not find out how Schiller disappeared. He left no trace, no train or plane tickets, and he was not seen at the intersections of various highways. This made Nick Fury more convinced that Schiller was definitely not an ordinary person.

After returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future Scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that his fear gas was stolen, because Schiller was not greedy and only took a small test tube.

After all, he was not like the Scarecrow, who used fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He was just dealing with a few low-level gangsters. He did not need any high-tech equipment to spray these gases. He only needed to take a small spray bottle and spray it into the noses of ordinary people. These concentrated fear gases became the best weapons. After all, those gang members could not have the same reaction as Batman.

When studying this gas, although Schiller did not have any systematic chemical knowledge, he at least knew how to make the best use of it. In addition to using it as a weapon to spray others, Schiller found that this initial version of fear gas did not seem to be pure. In addition to inducing fear, it could also induce some other negative emotions. This was really good news for a psychologist. After all, if the patient was always unwilling to confess his inner emotions, the treatment could not go on.

Schiller found that he could spray the fear gas diluted hundreds of times as perfume on his body. For some reason, it might be the system's credit. This gas had no effect on him, but it could infect people close to him with a small amount of negative emotions.

Yes, Schiller planned to use this trick to deal with the inexperienced Bruce, that is, the young Batman.

The current Batman is not the master who can predict the future. Bruce is still too young. Bruce, who has just traveled around the world and learned a lot of skills, is eager to start his revenge plan. He put on the original version of the bat suit, took the bat dart, and wanted to fight the criminals. In his eyes, it is really a simple thing to spend hundreds of millions to build equipment, but he has not yet realized that what really makes him Batman is not these external things, but his inner spirit.

Obviously, Batman still has a long way to go in his growth, and Schiller, for his own personal safety and a stable life in Gotham in the future, has to take on the role of the spiritual mentor of the young Bruce.

It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, it was only last night that he met Schiller by chance in the rainy night. Schiller called out his real name, but Bruce was not surprised. He knew that this person must have some differences from ordinary people.

Perhaps it was supernatural powers, or magic. He had seen many such people while traveling around the world. He also knew that this world was far from being as simple as ordinary people imagined. There were many incredible forces watching here.

Bruce knocked on the door of the psychologist again, and a steady and muddy "Come in" came from inside.

Somehow, Bruce felt fortunate because the reply came very quickly. Obviously, the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hated all mystery and nihilism, and so did Bruce. In his opinion, Schiller's attitude meant that maybe he would tell Bruce what was going on, instead of continuing to evade and conceal, and using some verbal skills to go around in circles with him.

Bruce sat opposite Schiller again, and said, "Professor, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to be in a bad mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you would come to pour me a cup of coffee like the first day."

He spread his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know, I didn't make coffee this morning, waiting for you to come."

Bruce was silent for a while, but still got up to make a cup of coffee for Schiller.

Schiller actually just thought it was interesting to drink the coffee made by Batman himself, but Bruce thought it was a test, or a technique of mental interference, using words to force the other party to do what he ordered. Well, thinking this way may indeed be more in line with Schiller's personality, a crazy doctor obsessed with psychology and psychiatry research.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill that spread all over his body due to the cold weather in Gotham. Bruce spoke first:

"Why were you there last night?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

"If you wanted to hide it, you should have made a mask for yourself last night, instead of choosing to deny it now after I saw your face."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table. He said: "I'm not denying that you saw me last night. I'm asking you, why do you put tens of billions of net worth aside and don't donate money?" For some foundation’s charity, you have to wear a ridiculous tight suit, run to the streets of Gotham City when it’s raining heavily, and compete with some gangsters in boxing and kicking.”

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Faced with this question, Bruce fell silent.

"This is not a question..." Schiller said, "You don't need to think about how to answer, because I will answer you."

"Because your fundamental purpose is not to rescue, but to take revenge."

"This is the answer you gave me." Bruce said,

"No, I just saw the answer in your heart." Schiller said,

"I don't think there are mind readers in this world."

"Of course there is no mind-reading ability in this world. It's just that some people don't realize how the strong desires in their hearts can be reflected. People always think that they hide their hearts very well, but in fact this is not the case."

"Can I learn this ability?" Bruce asked, "This ability to see into people's hearts."

"And then use them to retaliate against criminals?" Schiller asked. "Obviously you think of all this too simply. Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you regard it as all the motivation that supports you, then it will Like last night."

Schiller, making a downward gesture, Bruce explained:

"When I went back last night, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I also planned to design a belt..."

"You know those things are not the point. You can add an iron fist with thousands of kilograms of power to your hand, or you can add an engine to your boots that can make you jump to the moon. You can even Design yourself a pair of wings that will allow you to fly to any planet in the solar system. You can do this, Bruce, I believe you can do it.”

"But it's not enough, not nearly enough."

"If I had such power, I could wipe out criminals all over the world, right?" Bruce asked,

Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who had not yet met the Joker, could not imagine how an unarmed criminal, a thin and weak ordinary person with only a little acrobatics and fighting skills, could defeat a proficient criminal. There are hundreds of fighting skills and you have learned from superheroes with various abilities all over the world.

Schiller feels that no matter how much he guides the current Bruce and the future Batman, he can only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. The one who truly teaches Batman everything is his nemesis, the Joker.

Now, the clown should still be living a very ordinary life in some circus.

Bruce is still very arrogant now. He asked Schiller to study psychology, because this is how he learned various skills in various places around the world. His humility, studiousness and arrogance are not actually in conflict.

Schiller said: "Again, of course you can study psychology. There is everything in the textbooks. You can come to my class, go back to memorize, write homework, write a paper, and then take the final exam. I am a professor. , I will not stop any student from studying.”

"You know that's not what I want to learn..."

"Then what else do you think?"

"Your kind of... special ability." Bruce gestured and said, "I have seen many such people all over the world. They have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."

"No, I'm different from them. I don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people."

Bruce pondered for a moment and pursed his lips, obviously not believing it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him. Young Batman was obviously too immature, he was too straightforward, impulsive, and unpredictable. as a result of.

And he seemed too impatient. The failure of his superhero career made him even more impatient. Apparently he felt that if he could learn skills like mind reading from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals more easily. , instead of being pushed downstairs by several gang members and falling to the ground in a panic.

He simply hasn't figured out what caused his failure.

Bruce once again came back from Schiller without success. Schiller just told him, or even threatened him, that he had better study hard, take all the courses, and get good grades in the final exam.

Bruce obviously didn't listen to a word of it.

At night, Schiller went out again. He went to Jonathan's secret base again and stole a lot of fear gas. No matter how stupid Jonathan was this time, he should be able to see that his two rows of test tubes were enough. More than half missing.

Schiller was not proficient in any chemical knowledge. He had no way to carry out any improvement or transformation of this special gas. He could only put them into different containers or perform some simple dilutions.

But there's one more thing he can do, and that's use the fear gas to scare Batman.

Soon Schiller appeared in the Mawson neighborhood again. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce is such a person. Wherever he falls, he must get up there and will never change places. This is His pride.

The entire Mawson neighborhood is not big, with only six alleys. The building where Bruce fell happened to be the first alley in the Mawson neighborhood. There was a nightclub there, controlled by the Shuigou Gang.

The Gutter Gang is just a small gang in Gotham, because there is a drainage ditch in Gotham on the edge of the Mawson neighborhood, and the Gutter Gang likes to throw some tragic victims into that ditch, and that water The ditch also became more and more smelly, so other gangs began to use the word ditch to refer to this gang. The Shuigou Gang was very proud of this.

The first enemy that Batman defeated was obviously not a famous villain. They were just a group of gangsters smoking upstairs in a nightclub. Batman used his fighting skills to defeat most of them, but due to his lack of actual combat experience, he Someone threw a handful of lime into his eyes, and then he stumbled downstairs.

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In the early days, Batman had no assistants and the equipment was not mature. It was not surprising that the boat capsized in the sewer. However, the Gully Gang did not have such good luck for the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of Mawson's block for a while and heard Horrified cries came from the nightclub, and soon the night became quiet. A little gangster that no one cared about disappeared into Gotham.

Batman walked out, obviously in much better condition than last time. He lowered his head and seemed to be still thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward and turned a corner. He wanted to find the beggar, give him some dollars, and tell him that the Shuigou Gang had been solved by him. He took the Money is no longer in danger.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again. She was still wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering in the cold and humid air of Gotham night. The umbrella Schiller had given him was also missing.

Batman handed him the money and told him in a deep voice: "There are no gangs in this neighborhood anymore. You are safe."

The beggar looked up tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found to his disbelief that the beggar stared at him with only hatred.

"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.

"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head. Schiller stood on the balcony above the beggar, looking down at Batman from the second floor.

"Because of the existence of the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub has a steady stream of customers every day. Some customers will take the food in their hands. When they only have a little to eat, they will throw it on the roadside, so that beggars will You can pick it up and continue eating.”

"But now without the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub cannot continue to operate. No customers come, which means no food."

"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."

"Yes, you have the best medical system in Gotham, with private doctors and family health consultants. You have never experienced colds and fevers several times, and you don't know what it would be like to be so cold that you can't stand up. What a feeling.”

"In your imagination, he could go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, and maybe find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then cure his illness..." Schiller dragged out After a long tone, he continued:

"But it's a pity that he couldn't even take the first step."

Batman knelt down and pulled off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs were blue and blue from the cold. It had been raining in Gotham City for several days, and her legs were soaked in water and were swollen to the point of being swollen.

Batman is well versed in the theory of surgery, and he knows that even in Gotham's best hospital, such a lower limb can only be treated by amputation.

He was completely silent. Looking at the many dollar bills that the beggar did not hold in his hands, but let them fall randomly on the ground, he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that made him suffocate.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions swallowed up his heart irresistibly, making him want to roar. Batman felt that he had never been so out of control like tonight. He stood up and staggered back. He took a few steps and then fell to the ground.

Obviously, a tragic story with an unexpected ending and the negative emotions caused by a little bit of fear gas were enough to make Bruce quiet for a few days.