Chapter 1245: Lone Shadow Becomes a Pair (2)

"I think you are surprised by yourself in another universe. Before you saw him with your own eyes, you didn't have a good impression of him. You thought he should be stubborn, serious, suspicious, and even manic, but he performed much calmer than you imagined, right?"

Morbid's tone was always very gentle. Every word was very clear when it fell on the ground, and the dragged-out tail sound seemed as if the sentence itself didn't want to leave the listener's brain.

This was really too suitable for hypnosis and brainwashing, Bruce thought, simply flawless like an instinct, setting off everyone else like noisy sparrows.

"What do you think is the biggest conflict between you and Schiller? Is it your mental illness? The part of your personality that is not self-consistent?"

Morbid continued to ask questions, but he rarely expected Bruce to answer, instead answering himself: "Actually, it is not. Your biggest contradiction lies in the age gap and the different stages of life."

"The pain and struggle brought by mental illness, and the contradiction brought by the inconsistency of concepts are not the main problems. The biggest reason why you two frequently have conflicts is that you are young, your personality is unstable, restless, and aggressive. Simply put, you are not mature enough."

"Of course, this is not blaming you. From a social standard, most people won't require a college student to be very mature. Boys will go through a long period of self-exploration before they can tend to be stable."

"The other you that you see is not without pain, nor without contradiction, but the composure he has extra comes precisely from his stability and maturity."

"He has long passed the period of self-exploration. Regardless of whether his personality is healthy or whether his logic is self-consistent, the sharp, fragile, and sensitive spirituality of his youth will eventually be worn away. Although he will lose a lot of inspiration, he will also become steady, dignified, and composed, which is maturity recognized by sociology."

"Is this good?" Bruce asked: "To accept an answer, just for the sake of the answer, regardless of right or wrong?"

"This is just two different paths." Morbid gave an answer that surprised Bruce somewhat. Looking at Bruce's demeanor, Morbid smiled and said: "Did you think I would sharply accuse him of being wrong for doing this?"

"But in fact, that is completely being generous with others' money. Without experiencing others' suffering, one cannot persuade them to be kind, or even persuade them to continue to persist. As long as he can accept the consequences, then it doesn't matter if it is right or wrong."

"Difficult situations will make people urgently need stability and maturity. They will actively end their period of self-exploration in exchange for stronger ability to handle affairs and integrate into society. There is nothing to criticize."

"Rather, people who can be rebellious at will with a long time, explore all possibilities of themselves, commit all mistakes, and step on all pits are the rare ones, the lucky ones who are enviable."

"Most people realize in the process of focusing on themselves that they don't have the capital to indulge in trivial fantasies and can only force themselves to break free and force themselves to face the pressure of reality."

Bruce sat in the chair in silence. He felt he should change his perspective to look at the other himself.

After realizing that his mental state was worrying, Bruce didn't hold much hope for his counterparts in other universes. He could completely imagine how headache-inducing his troublesome mental illness would be in the later stages.

He also couldn't wait to see how this brilliant mad professor would confront such a terminally ill mad Batman.

Bruce had to admit that he inherited certain traits of this professor, and had some shameful, unspeakable expectations for seeing another himself have bad luck.

But now he found that the conflict between the mature Batman and this professor didn't seem to be that intense.

But this was also reasonable. In situations where the age group and life stage were similar, people were more likely to understand each other, or even if they didn't understand, they wouldn't take aggressive measures to solve all problems.

Just like a sentence "everyone is an adult" could summarize most social interactions, it wasn't that there was no confrontation, it was just that compared to conflicting until head-to-head, this kind of confrontation would be more hidden and elegant, like an undercurrent in the abyss, surging.

"You always have to learn to be decent, and give others decency."

Morbid's low and gentle tail sound sounded again. The preaching meaning mixed in the tone was completely covered by the gentle and soft tone, like a knife wrapped in honey.

"Hatred will make a boy grow into a man too early. What it teaches him is not anger and violence, but forbearance and restraint."

"Only by condensing the hot blood that rushes to the head and gathering back the strength placed on the fists can one grind a knife in the chest, give the enemy a fatal blow at the necessary moment, while remaining unscathed, still maintaining elegance, and obtaining the most decent victory from both mental and physical levels..."

"... Instead of both sides suffering, what do you say?"

Bruce turned to look at Morbid's eyes and said: "So in your view, Arrogance is also a boy?"

Morbid shook his head and said: "You mean the process of you two hurting each other? He is only like this when facing you."

"Why?"

"Because you are not his enemy, but his student."

Accompanied by the conversation between the two, the huge screen in front didn't know when it went black. After appearing light again, what appeared in front of them was the ceiling of the hospital.

This ceiling made Bruce feel somewhat familiar. He remembered that when he disguised himself as a gang leader and wanted to find clues, he had seen such a ceiling.

"Arkham Asylum?" Harley's slightly surprised voice confirmed Bruce's speculation.

In the slightly old ward, Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his somewhat wrinkled suit, slowly narrowed his eyes. He had just calmed his mood when he was stunned, then shook his head and said: "... Very good, the Hall of Thought can't be entered. Greedy, you wait for me."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the room, then found a bell in the drawer of the somewhat paint-peeling bedside table.

Schiller took out the bell and shook it. The crisp sound echoed in the room. After a while, a nurse walked in and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Can you help me get a set of clean clothes? Thank you."

"There are no clean clothes here." The nurse rolled her eyes and said: "And don't dream of following me to the laundry or warehouse, and then killing me. I will call Batman over!"

"I just want to clean myself." Schiller explained.

"Think of a way yourself."

The nurse closed the door with a "bang." Schiller sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed maintaining this posture, waiting until dark.

As expected, Schiller saw a black shadow with pointed ears in the corner illuminated by the indoor light.

"You brought me a set of clothes." Schiller turned to look at the black shadow by the window and said: "Deliberately throwing me here, instructing the nurse to treat me rudely, and then bestowing favor on me with dignity and decency."

"You understand, the best means to save a perfectionist personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to satisfy their cleanliness... What do you want to get from me?"

Batman placed a suitcase on the table next to him, and then used his leather-gloved fingers to open the exquisite lock on the box.

Inside the box was a clean and tidy suit. Schiller knew without looking that it was customized entirely according to his size, and the tie was ironed.

Batman was silent. He just extended his hand slightly forward and made a "please" gesture. He didn't set conditions because he knew the person in front of him couldn't refuse at all.

Sure enough, Schiller still stood up. He extended a hand and gently stroked the fabric of the clothing. The smooth touch didn't quite meet the dressing requirements of a stiff suit, but Schiller knew very well that this was the best fabric for a suit. The tightness and fit should come from the tailoring, not the stiff fabric.

Schiller lowered his eyelids, finding it hard to restrain the smile at the corner of his mouth. Batman was the soulmate of every criminal. He hated them, so he understood them incomparably well, so he could easily satisfy them.

In the end, Schiller still picked up the clothes and came to the washroom next to the ward.

Thanks to this old mental hospital being built by Europeans, the space in the washroom was not cramped, and it had been cleaned in advance. The air was very dry, which made the process of changing clothes not only smooth but also carried a trace of comfort.

"It's over." Constantine covered his eyes and said: "To some extent, he understands Schiller best, especially in terms of taste for various things."

Although Constantine was sloppy and looked like a homeless person, that was just his attitude towards life. As a traditional Englishman, he was like all Englishmen, slightly indifferent, not very friendly, but very pursuing taste.

This type of personality was difficult to please because they were very picky and scoffed at all aesthetics that didn't match their brainwaves, no matter how much they were sought after by the public.

But when they really met a companion with the same taste, they would treat it as a treasure, deeply understanding how rare it was to have someone with the same taste, so they were willing to make concessions, and even make concessions again and again.

"Schiller saw through Batman's methods." Bruce said as if talking to himself: "Deliberately throwing him into a mental hospital, deliberately locking him in an old and small room, deliberately making the nurse ridicule him, and then acting as a good person to help him. Schiller pointed this out, but Batman didn't feel surprised."

"Is he calm about mistakes, or is it a deliberate strategy? Why did he know? Schiller wouldn't be angry because of the unreasonable behavior in the first half, but would really accept his kindness?"

"Have you paid attention to that piece of clothing?" Morbid's reminder sounded in time.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw that on the screen, Schiller walked out wearing a new suit. The suit on him was surprisingly well-fitting, definitely not a ready-made product, and must have been specially customized.

Bruce also had good taste in suits, so he could see that from the fabric to the tailoring to the version, it was very suitable for Schiller's temperament. This was an aesthetic value that was easy to appreciate. The taste was expressed very directly, and the emotion was also straightforward.

"He saw what type of person Schiller was, just based on that one meeting last night." Bruce touched his chin and continued: "Based on Schiller's action of tidying his tie, he saw his obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionist tendencies brought about by cleanliness. Based on his dress and appearance, he guessed his aesthetic tendencies, and comprehensively judged how to appease Schiller."

"There is one more point." Morbid spoke again: "Since you have seen that the nurse is Batman's person, you should think that Batman will learn from the nurse that what Schiller expects is just a set of clean clothes, or even a hospital gown."

"Then, a privately customized suit that meets his aesthetics will be an unexpected surprise. It is not about being expensive and beautiful, but about the satisfaction that exceeds expectations. This is the nature of humanity. Batman is using this nature."

"Does Schiller know this?" Bruce asked.

"He certainly knows. The nurse told him directly."

Bruce was stunned for a moment, then thought that the last sentence the nurse said before leaving was "I will tell Batman," which meant the nurse told Schiller directly, I am the one sent by Batman.

"So, it was all open cards from beginning to end?" Bruce supported his forehead with his fingers and said: "From ridicule to flattery, the two of them knew it well, but neither said anything."

"Schiller solved the predicament of not being decent, Batman achieved the goal of bestowing favor, and it seems both won. Schiller owed Batman a favor, Batman knew he might be a criminal, yet still gave him a gift, and it seems both lost."

Bruce took a deep breath. Morbid turned his head to look at Bruce, laughed low twice, and then said: "This is the world of adults. It's very scary, isn't it?"

"Everything seems to be placed on the table, but the complex meanings seem to be hidden in the dark. Everyone understands, but everyone doesn't say. Everyone is communicating carelessly, and everyone is reading the other party's codes and signals, or figuring out who can read their own signals."

"Treating the other party as a close friend, and treating the other party as an irreconcilable enemy, smearing honey on the other party's lips with fingers, and taking out a knife when kissing."

"The bloody dispute is about to end." Morbid leaned his body towards Bruce's side, staring at him from above his eyes, and whispered in his ear:

"Resisting patriarchal power with violence and obtaining power is not the end, but the beginning. Soon it will be your turn. How does it feel?"

"I have a headache." Bruce was very straightforward.

Morbid continued to laugh low, looking at Bruce with eyes full of smiles:

"If you feel a headache, you can also not accept it. Not everyone has to grow up. Being a boy is also quite good, isn't it?"

Bruce pursed his lips, turned his head to glance at Morbid, then turned his head back and said: "I feel very good." ===== CHAPTER 1246 =====