Chapter 3294

"The attending physician said his situation is very bad. He suffered severe abuse, and his head also suffered a heavy blow. Mainly, his spirit was stimulated, which cannot be solved by current psychological means for the time being."

Penguin stood at the door of the ward and said to Schiller: "You said at the beginning you wanted to find someone in Blüdhaven; I thought it was some remarkable figure, but this..."

"This person is very important." Schiller said while walking out with Penguin, "He was once Batman's assistant and adopted son, and besides his old butler, he was the person closest to him."

Penguin narrowed his eyes, and he and Schiller stood still by the windowsill, watching the children playing in the courtyard downstairs.

This is a nursing home located in Blüdhaven. Because of Blüdhaven's pleasant natural climate, many large medical institutions have established nursing homes here.

The nursing home they are in now is relatively small, belonging to a local private enterprise. But the environment is quite good; besides the inpatient building, there is a large courtyard. There are beautiful shrubs and lawns, and many patients coming for recuperation are walking here.

This environment also made Schiller feel familiar and comfortable. He knew Penguin had put in effort. Thus, he also slowed down his tone and explained: "The Joker kidnapped Batman's Robin and tortured him, and this child was tortured into madness. He revealed Batman's true identity. This might be an important reason for his stimulation."

Penguin opened his mouth and said: "I can understand those abuses stimulated his spirit, but what does this have to do with Batman's true identity?"

"He felt he betrayed him, so he closed himself off."

The expression on Penguin's face became even stranger, and he said: "I absolutely don't mean to be impolite, but were he and his little assistant playing some..."

"There is no such relationship as you imagine, but they were both exceptionally invested."

The expression on Penguin's face became somewhat impolite.

"To be honest, I never thought Batman would be such a person." Penguin shook his head and said, "I don't really think there is any immoral relationship between them, but he is so smart, he should have thought that if he warned this child he couldn't betray, then it couldn't just be this child making efforts. He is the one who should have ensured the other side had absolutely no chance of betrayal."

"Yes, he should have, but he didn't do it. So the two of them are like this now."

Penguin sighed, but not out of pity or anything, just sighing at the stupidity of some people.

"You plan to hand him over to me, are you that confident in me?"

"What I am confident in is not your morality. But your greed." Schiller smiled and said, "You are clear about what kind of role such a card will play for Batman, then you will definitely protect it well. As long as you have such determination, even if the Joker comes again, you won't let him succeed."

"That's for sure, but I mean, aren't you worried I'll hold this little guy and make Batman do something?"

"Do what? Help you assassinate your competitors?"

"That wouldn't need him." Penguin curled his lips and said, "Metropolis isn't a place he can play around in. Aren't you worried I'll harm Batman's safety?"

"You won't kill him. But if you could break one of his legs, or simply make him paralyzed for a period of time, then I might be able to give you some other reward."

"You really make me unable to understand." Penguin said bluntly, "You and that Pale Knight should be trying to save that broken city, right? Then what are you doing now?"

"It's precisely because I want to save Gotham. I need to kick the two of them out of the game first. You also climbed up from the bottom, don't you know what I'm doing?"

Penguin fell silent. But he still said: "Revolutionaries are executioners. I don't doubt you can succeed, but have you considered your own end?"

"Me? Do you think I'll say I'm not afraid of death? Actually, I'm even less afraid of being pushed to the gallows by those I saved. This isn't anything new to me; I've long been prepared."

"Fine, lunatic. As you wish." Penguin reached out and turned the ring on his hand, then said, "But if there really is such a day, I can leave a spot for you in this nursing home."

"Out of revenge for your former enemy?"

"Just think it's interesting." Penguin grinned and said, "Will Batman come to visit you then? What about the Pale Knight?"

"You're thinking too far ahead, let's first explore Mr. Todd. Can you find out how he came to Blüdhaven?"

Penguin shook his head and said: "The furthest I can trace back is the admission record of that mental hospital before, I can't find anything older. But I guess someone saved him."

"Who do you think it would be?"

"I can't say well, maybe it's the Joker." Penguin pursed his lips and said the worst possibility. He said, "The Joker never lacks backup plans. Even if he dies, he won't rest."

"Very interesting speculation. But I won't give him this chance." Schiller rubbed the edge of the windowsill lightly with his fingers and said, "I instead feel it would be a good person."

"A good person should have sent him back to Wayne Manor."

"What if he didn't want to go himself?"

Penguin frowned slightly and said: "In his current state, it doesn't look like he can make decisions himself."

"Maybe a bit counter-intuitive. But problems like post-traumatic stress disorder won't weaken over time, but instead get stronger and stronger. His initial situation might have been better than it is now."

"Then who do you think it is?"

"How did the Pale Knight send you to Blüdhaven?"

"You suspect him? Doesn't that still mean it's the Joker?... Wait. You mean the Pale Knight existed back then?"

Penguin pondered and said: "He caught me, then anesthetized me. I'm not very clear about the specific process, anyway, I appeared in the valley when I woke up."

"The Pale Knight is not that simple, he is not simpler than Batman." Schiller said, "The things we know now might not be one-tenth of what he knows, and I can't guarantee he is completely out of the game either."

Penguin's features were somewhat ferocious, and he said: "He just wait, I'll leave a spot for him in the nursing home sooner or later."

"Alright, let's not talk about this. I hope Batman can see his little partner as soon as possible. You get ready."

Penguin nodded with a gloomy face. The gentle morning light shone on his face, making the angles of his hooked nose more obvious. But soon the shadow moved from one side to the other, and the person in front of him also changed from Schiller to Batman.

Only the Batman in front of him looked somewhat scary.

The part not covered by the mask was deathly pale. His eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets. When Penguin saw him, he didn't even know which of them was the super-criminal.

"Where is he?" Batman's voice was trembling.

"He doesn't want to see you." Penguin said, "However, to prevent you from saying I kidnapped him, I can take you to see him. You are responsible for any consequences."

Batman's hand holding the batarang was clenched very tightly. He had considered countless situations where Penguin refused or made things difficult for him, but he hadn't considered this one.

Penguin took Batman to the outside of the ward; it was already late at night. The windows in the corridor were all covered with curtains, and the sunset outside the curtains was exceptionally brilliant.

Penguin pushed the door open, but Batman didn't dare to walk over the first time. He hesitated at the door for a long time before taking that step.

A small ward, only a bed and a bedside table. A black-haired young man was sitting on the bed fiddling with something; he raised his eyes when he heard the movement, and there was a very obvious scar on his face.

"Jason..." Batman called his name.

Suddenly, a scream spilled from the black-haired young man's throat. He began to tremble, twitch, pounce toward the back of the bed, and threw the desk lamp at the door. He hid backward like a madman.

The medical staff rushed in to pin him down, but his head had already hit the corner of the table and was bleeding.

Penguin dodged Batman's movement. Looking at him, he said: "You should be clear that I didn't participate in your grievances at all. His situation definitely isn't my fault. If I had the ability to make him like this, I would have done it long ago, no need to wait until now."

Batman's hands clenched into fists. His reason was telling him that Penguin was right. But that kind of irritability that hadn't appeared for a long time appeared in his heart again. He used all his strength to refrain from swinging his fist at Penguin.

Closing the door of the room, Penguin took Batman to the end of the corridor and then told him: "He suffers from very severe post-traumatic stress disorder, so severe that no psychological doctor in all of Blüdhaven can treat him."

"I found him by chance. Believe it or not. Even if it was to use you, I tried my best. But it was useless."

"I won't stop you from taking him away. But still the same saying, if something happens, it can't be blamed on me. You are responsible for the consequences."

"I will find him a professional psychological doctor," Batman clearly didn't trust Penguin, saying, "You have to let me take him away."

"I can anesthetize him, but I can't predict what kind of commotion he will make after he wakes up." Penguin shook his head continuously, saying, "And I saved him, this isn't without a price. You have to do me a favor."

Hearing Penguin set conditions, Batman felt relieved instead. He said: "I won't do illegal things."

"Are you stupid? I'm a councilman now, why would I do illegal things? I need you to help me deal with someone, this guy is always causing me trouble..."

When Batman walked out of the nursing home, it was already dark. He boarded the ambulance carrying Jason. Jason, who had been anesthetized, lay in the ambulance carriage, as calm as if he were asleep.

Batman's thoughts were in turmoil, so he didn't check carefully, nor did he notice the thing Jason had been fiddling with in his hand.

That was a toy folded from paper, so it was very easy to hold in the palm of his hand. "Southeast, Northwest" was written on it in Chinese characters, but if flipped over, one could see a sentence in English written underneath.

"I know you're not crazy. Find a way to make Batman find me to be your attending physician—Schiller Rodriguez."

?? In this universe, the bucket is the boss, the big brother is the second, currently there is no third

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