Chapter 2063: Knight

Although he had already read some things from Schiller's hints, this answer was still enough to surprise Jason.

This isn't right. Jason would rather believe that the Batman in front of him had been swapped by someone; how could he be the type of person who would self-harm because of inner guilt?

Jason maintained that posture, looking up at Batman, wanting to find a trace of clues on his face. He must have been hypnotized by that doctor named Schiller; it must be like this.

But reason told Jason this was impossible. Compared to this answer Batman told him, it was even more unbelievable that Batman would be easily influenced by others to harm himself.

Either Batman was a coward, or Batman was a weakling. Jason didn't know how he should choose, and Batman had always been bad at explaining.

Thus they were silent just like this.

And the current Bruce couldn't tolerate silence at all. He didn't know if Jason felt disappointed again.

Batman couldn't remember how long it had been since he had lost control like this. When Schiller suggested that he needed his current blood for research, his first reaction was actually to directly use a Batarang to cut a slit on his own arm.

Batman was very certain that Schiller was shocked at the time.

First, this was simply too unprofessional; blood used for medical research must be drawn using professional blood-drawing equipment.

This method of directly cutting a slit on one's own skin to catch blood looked just like the kind of scientific research method that folk scientists would fantasize about, and it had no essential difference from the descriptions in vampire fantasy novels.

And Batman himself was stunned after finishing this act. He and Schiller could be called "staring at each other with big eyes," to the point that they missed the best time to stop the bleeding.

In the end, the blood used was actually drawn out; that is to say, Batman was injured, but no results were obtained. It wasn't even sudden; no matter how one looked at it, it looked like it had been premeditated.

Afterward, Schiller conducted a psychoanalysis based on his profession, which was judged by Batman as nonsense.

But if one thought about it carefully now and summarized it, it was exactly the same as the answer he had just spoken.

I'll invent a mind-reading shielding device when I get back.

Batman discovered that he had become irritable, and even a bit like he was sulking. This was truly a reversal of offense and defense.

He had to do something to change the current situation, so he picked up the materials Schiller had sent over, pretending to read them attentively, while Jason also turned back to continue applying iodine to his face.

Batman felt for the first time that he couldn't read professional materials; to a certain extent, it was similar to a college student before a final exam. Even how much colored medicine Jason applied to his face was more worthy of his attention than these dry and boring professional terms.

After all, this really related to his snack exemption. If Jason went to see Alfred with such a large piece of injury, the cookies and sweets in his afternoon tea for the next year would be replaced by muffins.

Ding-a-ling...

No matter who made this call, Batman decided to listen to what they said with the most patient posture of his half-life to express his gratitude.

"Hello, Batman, I am Schiller..."

Batman immediately took back his decision.

"Have you read the materials I sent you?" Schiller's tone was business-like, but Batman knew he was absolutely doing it on purpose. He suspected that this doctor even knew what stage his conversation with Jason had reached, and needed a phone call to disrupt the situation, so he specifically made this call.

"No, don't go to the secure communication room specifically for me; that's too much trouble for you. Just say it simply."

See, he really did anticipate it.

Bruce changed hands to hold the phone, flipping through the materials somewhat perfunctorily and saying: "This type of virus indeed has very magical traits, but I am more concerned about its transmission route, and the fact that you wrote in your own analysis that people who kill it will all be infected by it—I don't know what basis this has..."

"No, my situation is just an individual case. Did the previous infected people of the Joker virus all..."

"That also makes sense. I indeed don't know what the Joker did to them. It is also possible that the Joker who died wasn't the Joker I knew at the beginning; the virus has already transformed at least two hosts..."

"According to my speculation, it might be like this." Bruce felt his thoughts were a bit chaotic.

He felt he might be talking nonsense, but there was no time like the present when he didn't want to be responsible for what he said. Anyway, the person on the other side was Schiller, so he should return nonsense with nonsense.

Too bad, he was sulking again.

But Bruce still chose to talk nonsense, because Peter Parker had also talked nonsense in front of him before, so this could be considered even.

"Perhaps the Joker kidnapped them, then constantly tortured them, gave them a chance to escape, then intercepted them on their way out, and forced them to kill him. This way they would be infected with the Joker virus, become a new Joker, and then continue his plan."

"But perhaps there were some people who failed to completely kill the Joker, and weren't completely transformed, so they became infected with the Joker virus..."

Simply illogical. Bruce didn't know what he was saying, and then he continued along this paragraph of his.

"And I was infected with the Joker virus, perhaps because although I didn't kill the Joker with my own hands, the Joker died because of me. I don't know if you can understand, anyway, that's the meaning."

"Those infected with the Joker virus might be like me, indirectly causing the Joker's death, and thus were infected..."

Schiller of course felt the broken language logic of Batman at this time, losing his original concise style, rambling on about who knows what.

But he was worthy of being Batman; the nonsense might really have hit the nail on the head.

Schiller only thought that the needle in the original Schiller's hand back then might be the Joker virus, but wasn't the most classic transmission method of the Joker virus killing the Joker?

Of course, this rule was also the result of DC editors patching it, mainly to explain why Batman didn't kill the Joker. Although it was very far-fetched, rules were rules, and it was very likely applicable to everyone.

Schiller was certain he hadn't killed the Joker, at least not physically. Then if he was infected with the Joker virus before he came to DC again, could it be that the original Schiller had killed the Joker?

Schiller thought again of that Laughing Egg deep in Bruce's subconscious.

If the original Schiller killing the Bruce of this universe to become the possibility of the Batman Who Laughs counted as killing the Joker?

Then it was possible that the original Schiller held immense power and blew himself up, clearing Cat Getan's dark rules, and was judged to have killed the Joker, becoming infected with the Joker virus. When Schiller's soul arrived, it just happened to encounter Batman's gaze, and thus he became the Joker.

What about that mysterious needle?

"Batman, according to your speculation, is it possible for the Joker virus to exist outside the body in the form of medicine?" Schiller asked.

Bruce frowned. He answered almost instinctively: "Impossible. If I could extract it, I wouldn't be troubled by it."

He looked down at the materials and said: "The organ tissue test report you gave me also shows that the impact of this mysterious virus on the human body cannot be observed. The conclusion I reached is the same."

"If another factor also exists in the Joker's body, then can the two of them combine, or rather, will this factor become a carrier for the Joker virus?"

"If you can give me some of this factor, I can help you analyze it, but if you want to continue using the Joker for experiments, you need to pay extra rent..."

"No problem." Schiller agreed immediately: "I see your other Robins also can't be called mentally healthy. I can..."

"No need." Bruce interrupted him immediately: "Stay away from them, the further the better. This is my condition. The Joker is lent to you."

Schiller, who had received a satisfactory answer, hung up the phone. He indeed needed to try putting the Dionysian Factor into the Joker's body to see if he could use them to precipitate the Joker virus out of the Joker's body.

But the experimental method required for this would be innovative, so Schiller called Peter, hoping to get Peter's help.

"Hello, Peter? Why does it sound like... over there?"

"Oh, Dr. Schiller, I'm relatively busy, um... you might want to ask what I'm busy with. In fact, I'm busy saving a mistake, a huge mistake."

"The situation is like this: the group of reporters I led to the bridge suddenly discovered that the Gothamites who had just woken up were a bit dull and had no aggressiveness. They felt this was a good opportunity to explore the secrets of this dark city."

"Very courageous. And then?"

"Wasn't Wei En Manor blown flat by a missile before? No one went to clean it up. The reporters arrived near the ruins, and they found a photo there: a family portrait of the Bat-family."

"It seems like they were wearing uniforms and having afternoon tea, so they weren't wearing masks. Their identities were exposed. The news will be published as early as tomorrow morning. I'm trying to find a way..."

Bang bang bang!

Bruce and Jason looked together at the hotel room door that was being knocked on violently. Bruce stood up and walked over to open the door. Amanda was standing outside the door.

Through the gap between Bruce and the door, Amanda saw Jason. She closed her eyes in some pain and hammered the door frame hard, saying:

"What the fuck are you doing?! Bruce Wei En?! Do you have to stay with your weird little hobby every moment?! You're in trouble!"

Amanda held a tablet computer in one hand and placed it in front of Bruce. After seeing the image on it clearly, Bruce's pupils shrank.

That was the scene of him having afternoon tea with the Bat-family.

Bruce remembered that at that time, they had just experienced a chaos. Nightwing came back to help, and Robin was Jason. Of course, Barbara also helped.

After the event ended, they were going to disperse, but Alfred suggested they have some afternoon tea before leaving.

At that time, they were all too exhausted and also rarely relaxed. Batman sat on the sofa without a mask or cape. Nightwing's bodysuit was damaged, so he only wore a pair of drawstring pajama pants. Jason wasn't wearing a mask and was barefoot, stuffing his mouth full of cookies, while Barbara was scalded by the first sip of hot tea.

Alfred took a picture of this scene. Of course, for safety's sake, Bruce put this photo in his bedroom. Invading Cat Getan was already a difficult task, let alone Wei En Manor.

But things in this world were just so coincidental. The city-wide anesthesia lifted most of Cat Getan's threats, Wei En Manor happened to be bombed, Batman was urgently solving the power field issues, and the reporters took advantage of the situation.

Bruce's breathing became rapid almost in an instant, but it wasn't because his identity was exposed.

"This will become the most powerful handle they have to attack you, Bruce." Amanda was still trying to add fuel to the fire. She said: "A man in a bodysuit leading a few children in bodysuits, people will only treat it as a joke, but if this man is Bruce Wei En, then these few children..."

"Enough, get out."

Bang!

The door was closed.

Jason, who had just stood up, discovered that he saw another kind of terror on Batman.

"Jason, do me a favor." Bruce looked at him and said.

Jason stared at him, then nodded seriously. At this moment, what he saw on Batman made Jason understand that something was about to happen.

"Stop me the second before I kill someone."

Jason was stunned. ===== CHAPTER 2064 =====