Chapter 2046: A Night of Knightly Terror (26)

The worsted flannel fabric flashed with a subtle luster in the slightly cold and damp air of the Batcave, accompanied by small movements.

Jason saw that the man, who was dressed more appropriately for a banquet, was explaining to Barbara about Batman from another universe with great patience.

"Yes, they went to another universe; there, Cat Getan is a city flying in the sky, but that didn't happen decades ago, but recently..."

"It's hard to imagine." Barbara shook her head and asked with some curiosity: "Will they welcome Robin from another universe? Usually, Batman doesn't like aliens coming to Cat Getan; the one from another universe shouldn't be okay either."

"You know Batman very well, Miss, but if it's in a situation where Batman needs extra assistance, perhaps there is a chance." Schiller nodded and smiled: "Some time ago, that universe encountered an invasion by the Emperor of Apokolips, and the children hoped to be able to help him, and he also allowed them to make trouble under his nose."

Schiller's tone was very slow, the pronunciation of every word was very clear, and when it reached the ears, one could hear a unique tone in the gaps of the ups and downs of the voice line, making one feel stable and calm.

"That must be an amazing spectacle." Nightwing spread his hands and said: "I don't mean Cat Getan flying in the sky, but Batman who can handle two Bat-families."

He looked toward the door when he said this, to ensure that Batman had really left, and had restored his identity as Bruce Wayne, temporarily having no time to look at the monitoring equipment; thinking of this, he felt much more relaxed.

"One and two are not that different." Schiller swung his arm outward slightly and said: "Perhaps he can also accept a third; if you are curious, I can ask him if he is willing to give you his contact information."

"Better not." Robin shook his head and said: "I don't know if he can accept a third Bat-family; anyway, we can't accept a second Batman."

Schiller smiled, Barbara nodded at Schiller and said: "I think you are a trustworthy psychological doctor; we won't disturb you; I hope you can feel at home during this time; for this, we will try our best."

"Too polite, Miss." Schiller turned to make a path for Barbara; Barbara moved her wheelchair forward; the moment she brushed past Schiller, she heard this man say: "If you really don't want to go out, you can stay a while longer; this is also your home, isn't it?"

Barbara's hand gripping the wheelchair armrest tightened instantly; she turned her head back to look at Schiller; Schiller still maintained a smile, and his expression looked completely harmless.

"I spent about a whole stage of compulsory education to get rid of my wrong cognition that psychological doctors can read minds; are you going to rewrite this understanding, Doctor?"

"Your anxiety is obvious, Ms. Gordon; I think this is not something that needs mind reading to see; considering my understanding of other Bat-families, I guess you want to see your father."

Barbara kept the posture of turning her head, staring straight at Schiller, and then asked: "Then what is your opinion, Doctor?"

"Mr. Gordon won't blame you, but it's hard to say whether he will misunderstand Batman; if he finds out Batman left Cat Getan when he is in a fit of anger, that will make this brave warrior look too much like a deserter."

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

"Perhaps it would be better if all three of you were present." Schiller's hand tapped lightly on the table next to him and said: "Please don't forget, they are also comrades who fought side by side, and many times they are each other's last reliance."

"Your approach will not only affect the relationship between you and the two of them, but also between the two of them; would you hope they each lose a good friend?"

"Of course not." Barbara turned back, sighed deeply and said: "But I'm not sure I can hide it until Batman returns, and I'm not willing to let Batman delay time for me."

"Too considerate of others." Schiller shook his head and continued: "But if you want to drag it out, just pretend you are both very busy; perhaps it will be effective."

"Thank you for your advice, Doctor; I will contact you again soon."

Barbara turned and left; Nightwing rubbed under his nose with his hand and said: "Batman just sent me an address; that should be one of his safe houses; do you need me to send you there?"

"Are there cars?" Schiller asked.

"Of course, there are two Batmobiles in the garage, but if you want that kind of ordinary car, there is a Jaguar in the garage on the southeast side of the ground."

"Thank you, we can leave by ourselves."

Nightwing hesitated, but still said: "I don't mean anything else, I respect any doctor very much, but..."

He glanced at Jason as unobtrusively as possible, clearly saying that the problem might be with the patient, just short of saying "Jason might not be willing to go with you."

At this time, Peter pulled Nightwing's arm and said: "Leave professional things to professional people; let's go."

Robin didn't hesitate to turn around; in his view, if this psychological doctor couldn't even take Jason away from here, then I'm afraid the subsequent treatment wouldn't have any effect.

Although he knew this matter was probably not that simple, and he hadn't seen Batman's plan yet, he decided to cooperate; more importantly, he had to watch Cat Getan during Batman's absence, because he was the current Robin.

After the others left, only Schiller and Jason were left on the bottom floor of the Batcave; Jason sat in the deepest part of the cell, one leg placed to the side, one leg straightened, his back tightly pressed against the wall; he stared at Schiller and said: "What are you doing?"

Schiller turned his back to him, seemingly writing something on a notepad; as the silence grew longer, the sense of unease in Jason's heart began to increase.

The emotional ups and downs of this night had already made him exhausted, and the nightmare before had further worsened the situation.

Regarding this psychological doctor who appeared suddenly, Jason had too many bad premonitions, and anxiety always pointed to the same negative measure, which was the urgency to turn unknown misfortune into known.

No matter how many bad things there are, no matter how bad things can be, I'll just wait here to get the sense of security of "it doesn't matter, I thought of this long ago" when the disaster strikes.

"I think you can relax a bit, Jason." Schiller was still busy with his own work, seemingly adjusting some Bat-equipment left by Batman, as if the work at hand took up most of his attention, and even the comfort was slightly perfunctory.

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

"I also don't have to come to see a doctor." Schiller's voice still carried a smile, "I can certainly not be a doctor; I think you don't need to decide the tone of our getting along so early, right?"

"Flowery words." Jason clearly didn't intend to cooperate; he said in a slightly sharp tone: "Regardless, Batman clearly misjudged again; you are not a good person, nor can you be a good doctor."

"There is no necessary connection between the two." Schiller shook his head, concentrating on untying a certain line on the Bat-equipment, "Batman thinks I am a kind and highly skilled doctor, and full of sympathy for your situation, so he hired me to treat you; you think the process of things is like this, right?"

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

They had just spent a long night, and everyone had rolled a few times in the torrent of disaster, and for Jason, this night was exceptionally long; Batman had just realized this point.

So he would definitely do something like a savior, whether it was out of sympathy or wanting to make up for it.

At this time, Schiller appeared, and happened to be a doctor, so besides the possibility Schiller mentioned, how else could it be?

Jason waited for this doctor to say some comforting words full of loopholes, and then he would refute them one by one until he couldn't say anything anymore.

Schiller finally turned around; Jason saw him holding a recording device in his left hand and a ball of organized wire in his right hand; Jason heard him say.

"Sorry, but I want to know how to use this bat-shaped microphone clip now."

Schiller walked to the front of Jason's cage and opened the cell door in Jason's shocked gaze.

Schiller said while putting the key back into his suit pocket: "Clearly, Batman gave me the key, and as I said, in this environment, doing anything won't have any good effect; are you willing to come out and help me, Mr. Todd?"

Jason stood up from the ground very cautiously, first thinking that he was not unobtrusively measuring the armor on his body, confirming that Batman didn't install any micro-bombs or the like on it when he hugged him.

When he found that his equipment could all operate normally, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

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

"Then why not do it?"

Jason swallowed again; he didn't know when his reaction became so slow; 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 stared at the things in Schiller's hand and asked.

"This is a special treatment process recording device prepared for me by my client, Batman."

"A tape recorder?"

"I'm afraid ordinary tape recorders won't have such a hard-to-use microphone clip." Schiller lowered his head and fiddled with the small bat-shaped clip, "Clearly, the working principle of this kind of clip is not to pinch the lower half, and the upper half will open."

"Will everything we say be heard by Batman?"

"I'm afraid compared to the conversation he is going to have next, he will be more interested in the conversation between the two of us; what do you think?"

"I won't tell you anything; it's better to let Batman die of this heart; it's not that he changed his set of preaching and pedantic moral principles into another form that it became really good for me."

Jason walked out of the cage and looked at Schiller with his arms hanging down, seemingly determined that Schiller couldn't do anything to him.

Now it seems that the situation is indeed like this; perhaps there is some trap hidden on this doctor, perhaps Batman also left a backup on him, but Jason can completely choose not to provoke him, but turn and leave.

He also intended to do so, and had even turned around, and then he heard Schiller's slow, calm tone coming from behind.

"Jason, don't forget, you were the one who found me."

Jason suddenly remembered that dream.

What was going on? Jason turned back and stared at Schiller suspiciously; does he have the ability to interfere with dreams? Or is he like the Mad Hatter, having a device that can invade people's brains?

"Jason, do you know?" Schiller turned to look at Jason and said: "I think the reason why the relationship between you and Batman will develop into what it is now, Batman should bear the main responsibility."

"So I said I am not here to treat you; if we have to talk about how I will fulfill the duties of a doctor, then clearly, the treatment for the two of you is equally important."

"Batman wouldn't..."

"Yes, but he found me." Schiller repeated that sentence structure again, and then said: "This shows that he is willing to make changes, at least the willingness is stronger than yours; this shows that he is a better problem to solve, and I have quite a lot of experience in this." ===== CHAPTER 2047 =====