Chapter 2067: Knight

When Peter came to the island cabin again, Schiller was making food for himself. As soon as he walked in, he discovered that the familiar Dr. Schiller had returned.

So he immediately began to wail, threw himself into the soft sofa like a pile of mud, and said: "I caused trouble. I didn't mean to disclose Batman's identity, and I didn't stop that group of reporters. This is too hard."

Schiller placed the vegetable salad he had just mixed in front of Peter, then walked over to pick up the kettle to brew hot tea and said: "Don't worry too much, Peter. Maybe things will solve themselves."

Peter sat up like a corpse, staring tightly at Schiller standing at the edge of the kitchen island. Schiller also looked back at him. After about ten seconds, Schiller smiled and said: "Don't look at me like that. I did it for your own good."

"It really was you, Doctor. I knew it! Wei En Manor was razed to the ground by missiles, everything was burned, how could that photo still be so complete!"

Peter took the pillow next to him and pressed it against his face, hummed twice more, and said: "Is it really good to do this? Leaking true identities might bring danger to superheroes, and besides, they... they..."

"They are spreading some peach-colored rumors that once spread between you and Stark." Schiller placed a cup of hot tea in front of Peter and said: "Peter, perhaps you will feel that this kind of method is still a bit out of line, but I once told you that all my plans have insurance I set up behind them. Do you think I only published the photo?"

Peter looked at Schiller's face with some doubt. Schiller sat on the sofa opposite and smiled, saying: "What do you think is the biggest contradiction between Batman and the others in the Bat-family?"

"They are too bad at communication." Peter complained: "I'm not slandering anyone, but the wear rate of the organ below their noses is really too low, leading to the wear rate of the organ in their skulls being higher than others."

"A very polite description, Peter." Schiller nodded and said: "In short, because of their personalities, they are bad at communication, but people who are close always need to understand each other, so they look at each other in their own ways, guess each other's actions, and then make responses, but usually this response is wrong."

"I think they should make changes." Peter emphasized: "And it's an immediate and perfect change, like sitting down and chatting properly. Is this really that hard?"

"Peter, I think your view is correct, but perhaps you missed one point." Schiller first comforted Peter, then said: "Would you say to a person with severe depression, 'Look at it openly, you should make changes'?"

Peter revealed a hesitant expression. He said: "I would hope so in my heart, but according to my understanding, severe depression already involves somatic reactions, not something that can be solved by simply thinking openly, otherwise there would be no depression patients in this world."

"Exactly so, so you should look at the Bat-family as a whole. The various contradictions existing in this whole are like a disease occurring within a person's body."

"So what you need to do isn't treating the head when the head hurts, treating the foot when the foot hurts, and even less standing on the side and shouting with a big loudspeaker at him: 'You must pull yourself together, keep a clear head, and face the unhealthy relationship directly.'"

"Then how to do it?"

"Of course, find a doctor." Schiller drank a sip of tea and said: "This doctor can have no high professional level, but must be an absolutely fair third party, or he only needs to be fair and powerful."

"Oh, I understand." Peter suddenly realized and said: "If you have a headache because of an unhealthy work-rest schedule, then what you need isn't someone successful to point out your future. You only need a healthy friend with the good habit of sleeping early and getting up early to help, encourage, and supervise you to adjust your work-rest schedule."

Schiller smiled and nodded. At this moment, his phone rang. He picked up the phone and said: "Hello, Mr. Kent. No, no need to feel sorry. This is human nature."

"I do have concerns. You know, all matters involving Wei En Group must be cautious enough. I must first ensure my personal safety. I hope you can understand."

"Yes, I have read your report on the sexual assault case at the Metropolis welfare home in the 'Cat Getan Daily.' Believe me, that is already the best result. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have called you."

Schiller listened silently to Clark's narration for a while, then said: "Sorry, I don't really understand the lie detection monitoring equipment you mentioned. I don't quite approve of this speculation, because it sounds too shocking."

Schiller stopped for a long time before saying: "Mr. Kent, I hope you understand that calling you after the incident and hoping you can help the potential victims is one thing, but asking me to personally collect evidence..."

Peter heard the voice on the other end of the phone speaking very excitedly. Schiller listened seriously from beginning to end, and finally he opened his mouth and said: "I can't deny that I do have a few friends who can help, but I really can't ensure..."

"Are you going to do something impulsive? I'm afraid I have to express my attitude of not supporting it. Facing Bruce Wei En directly isn't a good choice. You might be accused of slander or intentional injury..."

Schiller was silent for a long time again, and then said with some hesitation: "Yes, I am a psychologist, so I discovered from the few facts disclosed by the media that they might have an unhealthy relationship."

"Your character makes me admire you, Mr. Kent. I will try my best, but I can't guarantee I can find any substantial evidence. No need, sir, please pay attention to safety. Goodbye."

Peter opposite had completely sat up, hugging his arms and staring at Schiller with narrowed eyes, saying: "The photo was placed by you, the reporter was led over by you, and now it seems you have gotten someone else to find trouble for Bruce Wei En. I really don't understand what you want to do, Doctor."

"Don't say it as if you have understood." Schiller blew on the tea and said: "I am very certain that after we caused so many things in his Cat Getan, the first thing he will do when he returns to Cat Getan is to issue us a loss quotation list that is shockingly long, and the price of everything added together on it will happen to be consistent with your internship salary."

"Uh..." Peter said somewhat guiltily: "It's not that it doesn't make sense, after all, we indeed..."

"That's right, your actions indeed broke many things. My treatment for Jason is very likely to make him psychologically very hurt. Financial compensation isn't unacceptable."

Peter stared at Schiller opposite with wide eyes, as if he didn't know him. How could such words come out of a doctor's mouth?

But Schiller's "map of Yan" was really too short, and soon revealed sharp fangs.

"However, this doesn't mean we can't create another employment opportunity for ourselves before he returns, at the same time an exclusive, unique, and irreplaceable position, and then earn back the salary he might deduct from you and the remuneration that should have been paid to me in one go."

Clark hung up the phone, laid the unconscious Jason flat on the sofa, and found a blanket from the cabinet next to him to cover him.

What he didn't tell Jason was that not only was there the principle that victim testimony wouldn't be accepted, but when the situation was relatively serious, the court wouldn't allow the victim to attend the trial.

On one hand, it was to prevent the victim's spirit from being stimulated again during the confrontation; on the other hand, it was to prevent the kidnapper from manipulating the victim's spirit in court, letting them say testimony to maintain him to deceive the jury's trust and affect judicial justice.

It sounded absurd, but in reality, such things often appeared. Some victims even wanted to cancel the accusation on the spot because they were manipulated or afraid, and some even wanted to destroy evidence in court.

Clark could clearly see Jason's defense of Batman, and he very rationally believed that Batman couldn't just be simple abuse toward Jason. They had love and feelings between them, and they had paid for each other both materially and mentally.

But this still couldn't cover up the abusive behavior that Batman factually had, and what he wanted to solve was precisely the injustice of these factual behaviors, so he had to go find Bruce Wei En now.

Clark had long locked onto Bruce's location, but in the process of settling Jason, he discovered that Bruce seemed to want to leave the hotel. He knew the opportunity to act had arrived.

Without any hesitation, a strong figure flew out of the hotel reception room window and flew down more than ten floors at the fastest speed, stopping in front of a window.

Bruce, who came out of the utility room, was rubbing the fingerprint, iris, and vocal cord information of the FBI director he had just obtained, and walked quickly toward the stairwell.

Rapid footsteps echoed through the corridor. Bruce suddenly felt the light in the hallway grow dim, as the faint moonlight filtering through the window at the end was blocked by a tall figure.

Bruce's hand pressed on the Batarang instantly.

Clark landed. Bruce saw the light flashing in his eyes. When he descended, the moonlight draped armor over him.

"Superman." Batman's low voice echoed in the corridor. That was the voice line unique to Batman. "Long time no see."

"Indeed a long time no see, Bruce. How have you been lately?"

Couldn't hear half a meaning of greeting; it was more like a gun being loaded. Batman had never heard such a tone from Superman.

"You have read the report about the Bat-family." When Batman was Batman, his statements of fact were all like scolding and orders.

"Of course, I came precisely for this."

Superman carried a kind of seriousness that Batman couldn't understand. They didn't have many dealings, but Batman knew that under normal circumstances, Superman would answer him: "Yes, I read it, Bruce. I told you long ago, not every media news worker insists on facts and justice like me, perhaps I haven't completely done it either, but I'm much stronger than them."

Batman discovered he hoped Superman would answer like this. This didn't quite conform to common sense. He should hope Superman wouldn't appear here.

"Can we chat?" Superman took off his glasses, making those flashing eyes even more eye-catching.

"I don't have time now."

This wasn't an excuse, but a fact. Batman needed to go welcome the landing of the Batwing he had just remotely taken off. There was a Batcomputer on it, and he needed to use the biological password collected from the FBI director to enter the FBI's database.

An extremely bold and dangerous move, but there was no other way now. He needed the handles of everyone who knew about this matter, and also needed a scapegoat who had a reason to get such handles.

"We have to chat." Superman looked at him and said.

"I don't have time, Clark." Batman's temperament revealed a kind of murderous aura, and this was indeed his moment of greatest murderous intent.

He knew what kind of stories Clark's colleagues were compiling now. In less than three hours, they would broadcast their shameless rumors to the whole world.

The clear front-face photos of Dick, Jason, and Barbara would be posted on the front page headlines, and underneath would be that long string of filthy words. Public opinion wouldn't give them any chance to explain, and then they would buckle this black pot onto Wei En Group.

He must reverse the situation before dawn. No one could stop him.

The moment three Batarangs flew past Superman's ear-side broken hair, the light of heat vision lit up the night sky. ===== CHAPTER 2068 =====