Chapter 1414

"I should have told you, you've been disbarred, right?" Shiler put down the documents, lifted his eyes, and looked at Bruce: "And I'm no longer teaching now."

"I still don't know why you quit being a professor." Bruce said, but Jonathan let out a sharp laugh, looking at Bruce's eyes and saying: "You don't think it's because of you, do you? Of course not! He taught you for four years and didn't quit."

Bruce frowned slightly, Jonathan turned his body back and said: "Because his office's paper shredder broke."

Bruce looked at Shiler, Shiler continued to lower his head and write, and said: "This means I must let the horrible academic trash I received from students stay in my office overnight, and compared to that, I'd rather provide some psychological therapy assistance to the madmen of all Gotham."

Jonathan burst into wild laughter, the four words "gleeful at others' misfortune" already written on his face, but Shiler remained completely unmoved, he finally finished the documents at hand, lifted his head, and looked at the two people saying: "If there's nothing else, just leave, I still have appointments with patients."

Jonathan laughed while putting one hand on Bruce's shoulder, Bruce instinctively grabbed his wrist, Jonathan nimbly pulled his thin arm back, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Come on, rich guy, I'll tell you exactly how that poor shredder broke."

After Jonathan and Bruce left, Shiler stared at the door for a long time in silence, until the doorbell rang again, Shiler lowered his head to glance at his watch, tidied his collar and tie, walked forward and opened the door, outside stood a man and a woman.

"Good evening, Lady Fries, it's good to see you again."

Shiler and the woman wearing light sportswear lightly embraced, the woman smiled and said: "Just call me Nora."

"Alright, please come in."

Shiler supported the door, turned sideways to make space for Nora and Victor to walk in, Victor surveyed Shiler's new office, seemingly looking for a place to settle.

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"Come this way." Shiler carried a tray to the sofa area, put the kettle and water cups on the table, while Victor supported Nora's back, letting her sit on the sofa, then he himself walked to the other single sofa and sat down.

"You said you're glad to see me again, but this is the first time I've met you." Nora spoke, her voice still somewhat weak, yet she still wore a smile on her face, she continued: "But I'm very familiar with your voice, in many laboratory nights you were the one accompanying Victor, I remember every word of your conversations."

"My honor, madam." Shiler placed the water cup in front of Nora, and said: "How does it feel to regain mobility?"

Nora did not show much excitement, she only pursed her lips slightly, then said: "I feel somewhat confused."

"Because current medical technology doesn't look like it could cure your illness?" Shiler was speculating, but his tone was very definite.

Thus Nora's confusion turned into worry, she looked at Shiler and said: "Doctor, you must tell me the truth, what exactly did my husband do to revive me?"

Victor slightly widened his eyes, he gripped the armrest tighter, then looked at Shiler, Shiler remained expressionless, he looked at Nora and said: "He did a lot of research."

"Doctor, you don't need to lie to me, I'm also a cryologist, I know very well that even if all the equipment in the cryolaboratory fully functioned, it wouldn't be enough to let me control my limbs in a way I've never experienced before, this is simply not within the realm of cryology or neurology."

"Madam, some things don't need to be made so clear." Shiler slightly lowered his head, propped his forearms on his knees, and said: "Your illness has a perfect treatment plan, you've regained mobility, you can stay with your husband forever, this is good for anyone."

"But if my husband has done something illegal and disorderly, no matter who it's for, I absolutely cannot accept it!" Nora's gaze was firm, she looked at Shiler and said: "If it's for me, I'd rather lie back down."

"Madam, I admire your sense of justice, and I assure you, Victor has absolutely done nothing unjust, you need not worry."

Victor's fingers gradually loosened, Nora also seemed to sigh in relief, she picked up the water cup and took a sip, saying: "This is practically a miracle, I still can't be sure whether I'm dreaming or not."

"Then perhaps tonight is a good time to confirm this." Shiler showed a smile and said: "What you should have is a candlelit dinner, not psychological therapy."

"We just wanted to come see you." Victor said: "I think the first thing we should do upon reuniting is to come see you."

Victor didn't state his meaning clearly, but Shiler understood, he stood up and assumed a seeing-off posture, and said: "We've seen enough, just right that the Coppert Restaurant branch is opening today, I'll go call them to reserve a table for you two."

"Really not necessary, Doctor, you've done too much for us."

"Just consider it your patronage for me." Shiler didn't hesitate, walked toward the phone, Victor sat beside Nora, tightly embraced her, Nora rested her head on his chest and exhaled.

After Bruce left Arkham Hospital, he drove back to Wayne Manor, merely from the wall gate to the front door, he walked slowly, seeing Alfred waiting at the door, he smiled, but it wasn't warm, rather it seemed somewhat excited.

Alfred helped him take off his coat, Bruce moved his shoulders, reached out to adjust his tie, then heard a gust of wind from behind, he instinctively dodged to the side, "Bang!" a black shadow pounced onto the sofa.

"Jason, you're done for!" a sharp female voice came, another small figure like a whirlwind swept past, "Whoosh!" jumped onto the sofa, and choked the previous figure's neck.

Jason sprang up, broke free from Harley's grip, his right hand grabbed sideways, snatched up a pillow and threw it at Harley's head, turned and ran, still yelling while running: "You damn crazy woman! I don't have time to mess with you, I still have homework to do!"

"You only know how to study, you blockhead, give back my baseball!"

"I didn't take your baseball, Tim took it and then framed me with it, you damn idiot!"

"You say who's the idiot?!"

The two kids shoved and shoved each other into a tussle, Harley, after all, had once been a middle-class kid, and couldn't compare to Jason, this everyday-fighting kid king, she realized she couldn't beat Jason, so she "Whoosh!" darted behind Bruce's back.

Jason got a bit carried away, chased her and threw a pillow past, the pillow flew straight and smashed into Bruce's face.

Bruce's face instantly darkened, he growled low: "Enough!"

But Jason and Harley basically ignored him, the two chased each other, running farther and farther, out of the main hall, into the backyard.

Bruce had just taken a step when he heard a shout from upstairs: "Bruce, you're back! I have a problem I want to ask you."

He looked up, saw Dick waving at him, Bruce turned his head to glance at Jason and Harley fighting in the garden, took a deep breath, walked up the stairs, and smiled at Dick saying: "What problem? Let me see, I'll help you solve it."

But Dick hesitated for a moment, he looked up at Bruce, somewhat bewildered and said: "You help me solve? Why would you help me solve?"

"You don't know how?"

"But if you help me solve, it becomes cheating, my meaning is you explain it clearly so I can do it myself, come on, let's go to the bedroom."

After saying that, Dick reached out and pulled Bruce into his bedroom, he sat down by the desk, then moved a chair for Bruce, but the two chairs in his room are both for teenagers, Bruce, this adult male, sitting in feels a bit cramped and squeezed.

Bruce frowned slightly, endured the discomfort in his waist, he looked at Dick's homework and said: "Which problem? I'll explain it to you."

Dick pointed at the homework book, Bruce glanced at it, found it a very simple math problem, a flicker of impatience crossed his brow, but he still briefly outlined the steps, yet Dick pointed at the next problem, Bruce could only continue explaining.

Dick pointed at five or six problems in a row, Bruce couldn't help but say: "You can't even do such simple problems?!"

Then he realized his tone was a bit heavy, he took a deep breath and said: "What I mean is I still have some things tonight, you do it yourself first, I'll come back and explain later."

Dick showed a disappointed expression, but Bruce had already stood up and walked to the door, Dick turned around and looked at him, asking: "What do you have to do?"

Bruce held the door frame, paused for a moment, turned to look at Dick, and said in a mysterious tone: "This city still has much justice awaiting to be upheld, isn't that so?"

Dick hesitated for a moment, smacked his lips a bit and said: "Oh, you're going to be Batman, then go ahead, I'll do it myself."

After saying that, he turned and went back, Bruce was slightly stunned by his attitude, but didn't think much of it, as he walked out, he saw another little boy sitting on the sofa, Bruce felt his forehead faintly aching.

"Hey, Bruce, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going to……" Bruce dragged out the sound, yet said nothing, Tim sitting on the sofa blinked and said: "You want to use the car? If not, I'll just take Ashley for a drive."

"You want to drive the Batmobile?"

Hearing this question, Tim frowned and said: "Right, you forgot? Ashley only likes the Batmobile."

"But you……" Bruce paused again, but still waved his hand and said: "Never mind, do as you like, I'm going down to the basement, I might not come back tonight."

After saying that, Bruce rather impatiently strode toward the basement door, he hadn't walked halfway when "Bang!" the door was slammed open, Clark rushed in like a whirlwind, grabbed Bruce's arm and pulled him outward.

"Quick, Bruce, it's an emergency! The photo I took of you a week ago has a bad angle and can't be used—hurry up and put on the Bat armor, we're going back to the rooftop to retake it!"

Bruce's eyes widened, and before he could retort, another figure rushed in—the black-haired Princess grabbed his other arm and said: "Bruce Wayne, what's wrong with your memory?! Didn't I say we were going to the base today? Do you know how much work you haven't done? I and Hal have been waiting for you until the seas run dry and the rocks rot!"

"Diana, let go of him—he needs to retake the photo now, or we'll miss tomorrow's headline! The editor will chew me out!"

"Is your stupid gossip more important, or is the safety of the Earth?!" Diana shouted.

"But Earth isn't in danger right now, and if I don't turn in the photo, I'm the one who's in trouble!"

After Clark finished speaking, he yanked Bruce, and Bruce let out an instinctive cry of pain, but Diana wouldn't back down, pulling Bruce toward her and saying: "I made the first arrangement with him, so he should come with me!"

Just then, a "bang" came from the door, and Thomas Wayne, full of chill, strode in and shouted at Bruce.

"Bruce Wayne, you are nothing but a disgrace to the Wayne family! You were actually expelled by your college professor?!"