Chapter 832

Can DC really use the political correctness halo?

This is indeed a question, and it needs to be viewed from several aspects. In early DC comics, political correctness basically didn't exist. Not only were there plots of children dying and being abused, but there were also basically no special-attribute heroes known today.

Of course, the DC editorial department didn't make no compromises for commercialization. Later, people of color had privileges, the character settings and appearance designs of female heroes were also partially adjusted, and in the movie universe, some characters of other races were specifically set up to increase their presence.

But generally speaking, here, wanting to use the political correctness halo is harder than in Marvel, because DC's overall tone is darker, and certain operations like comedic characters breaking the fourth wall don't really work.

However, there are other methods here to utilize the political correctness halo, but just like a proposition essay, it must be used according to the worldview style of DC comics.

Schiller knew that to deal with the Batman Who Laughs, just putting a shell on the world and then making Batman laugh was still not enough.

There is also a very realistic problem: Bruce is always an ordinary person. His physical fitness and skills have not exceeded ordinary people too much, and he doesn't have any terrifying self-healing ability or very powerful strength.

But the Batman Who Laughs is not. After being infected by the Joker, he also possessed the Dionysian factor, and at the same time, he transformed Robin into a sharp-toothed hunting dog. Moreover, he didn't appear alone; he also had an entire Batman team, everyone of whom was skilled.

Of course, if it were the old Batman of the later period, he would generally choose to avoid the sharp edge and then defeat him through intellectual fighting. But Schiller was not sure if the little Batman of his own universe could endure such a disgusting character taking a dump on his head.

Even if they are all Batman, the older they are, the more mature they are. Bruce is only 20 years old this year. Who hasn't had a hot head when they were young?

Leaving aside the Batman Who Laughs, Barbatos is also a big problem. When the time comes, if Batman from other universes comes to ask for help, will Bruce go or not?

According to his personality, he will definitely go. However, those Batmen who have lived for forty or fifty years have all been hung on trees. He has only lived for 20 years. Many classes haven't been finished, and many degrees haven't been completed. In terms of hard power, he definitely can't compare with those old and cunning Batmen.

Since this is the case, Schiller felt that he could completely use the political correctness halo to add an insurance policy for him. Simply put, it's putting on a resurrection armor.

After becoming an official angel registered in Heaven, Schiller didn't do nothing. In these few days, he flipped through the Bible and all the gospels over and over again, reaching the point where he saw halos on everyone's head.

After all, no matter how other political correctness factors are defined, in the Western environment, religion is always the big daddy, and all behaviors and speeches must be very cautious.

Violating other political correctness factors will at most get you scolded, but if you get involved in certain religious factors, you might disappear directly.

Isn't this equivalent to people putting the clearance guide and the "cheating" template in front of you? If you don't conduct a careful study, isn't it a waste of the painstaking efforts of the Bible writers?

And when Schiller met Bruce in the slum, Schiller discovered that Bruce's behavior actually coincided with the story of Jesus's incarnation.

To redeem the sins of humanity, God sent his favorite son to descend into the world. After experiencing suffering, he voluntarily was nailed to the cross and shed all his blood for humanity.

Bruce had already done the part of experiencing suffering, and what Schiller had to do next was to guide him to voluntarily be nailed to the cross.

Schiller didn't want Bruce to immediately donate all his assets, become a pauper, and then use all the money to improve human society. The priority of this matter was not that high. After all, whether it was the entire human society or Cat Getan, the current situation could still be continued.

And in order to keep this best card, Schiller had to first put a halo on Batman.

Therefore, he more seriously rendered the severe situation in Cat Getan now, and sent Constantine to inform Batman of the causes of Cat Getan's darkness, giving him a sense of urgency that the storm was coming and he had to act.

In the end, Bruce made a choice that only a god would make. After stripping away the negative emotions and shortcomings of his own humanity, he regained most of his divinity.

And similarly, when he made the decision to want to bring absolute fairness to humanity and let everyone obtain ultimate happiness, it meant that he was willing to sacrifice everything he had to redeem the sins of all humanity.

This coincided with the story of the Son of God, Jesus, voluntarily being nailed to the cross, shedding all his blood, and then dying to redeem the sins of humanity.

Of course, this was not enough. After Jesus died, he must have angels to guide him and saints to preach him. And very coincidentally, Schiller was a true angel.

When he told the whole story in the church, it became a story that coincided with Jesus's behavior in the Bible.

Suffering, baptism, enduring temptation, sacrificing oneself... Batman, because of his behavior, obtained the brilliance like the Son of God, Jesus.

Then, in some dangerous major events that follow, this character possessed special significance. He had shed the last drop of blood for humanity, and when he died, he became the true Son of God, Jesus.

This also meant that Bruce of this universe would no longer be a background board that could die at will in some major event. His death must have epic quality, have a story, be tragic enough, and he must be resurrected after death.

Otherwise, if such a story with religious elements had already been written, but the character representing the Son of God, Jesus, was arranged to be a small minion, abused and killed by other characters at will, the editorial department would be somewhat suicidal.

As for God? The Lord doesn't care.

Batman, standing in the church, asked: "What was that kind of light just now?"

Schiller, who felt he had completed the whole plan, breathed a sigh of relief, threw the Bible aside, and said: "Nothing. Alright, now you can go back. Just put the thesis on the desk in the office."

After saying this, he was about to leave, but Batman stopped him. He said: "What about the subsequent renovation plan? How should I transform Wei En Enterprises and the wealth I possess into the power to transform the world?"

Schiller looked him up and down and said: "Are you in a hurry to do something? Do you think this is something that can be completed overnight? You wouldn't be thinking of cashing out and donating all the assets of Wei En Enterprises tomorrow, and then everyone would be able to obtain happiness, right?"

Batman looked at Schiller silently. The atmosphere had already been rendered to this point, and he had already planned to be nailed to the cross, but Schiller told him he still had to wait in line. If he wanted to be a saint, he should wait for a hundred or eighty years first. Then what was all the psychological preparation he just did for?

Schiller smiled and said: "This is the consequence of you not studying psychology well. Don't you know? The thing I am best at is creating a tense atmosphere, making people forget certain very simple common sense."

"But it doesn't matter. You are not the first one. The last fool who was played by me was that genius who made the Ark Reactor."

Batman took a deep breath. He was indeed influenced by a certain atmosphere, feeling that from tomorrow on, he could no longer live in that luxurious manor, could no longer drive luxury cars, had no endless money, and from tomorrow on, he would be a pauper.

But in fact, even if he had the world's most wealth and the most powerful scientific research ability, wanting to achieve the degree Schiller said, by the time these renovations were all completed, he might already be too old to move.

By that time, for him, no matter how much wealth it was, it wouldn't have much meaning. After all, you can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die.

"Alright, now, let's go back to the office and study where Cat Getan's renovation should start. If you still want to see your ideals realized before you die, you'd better hurry up..."

Batman's brain began to run crazily. He began to calculate how much time it would take to achieve the result Schiller mentioned.

Calculating back and forth, he found that according to the fact that he could live to be 80 years old, the time now was very tight, and it was very likely not enough.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, deciding not to care about the fact that Schiller played him. But just as he passed Schiller and walked in front, he heard a sentence from behind:

"Now, you can act according to your own consciousness. You don't have to fear injury and death anymore. If you encounter a big trouble you can't solve, then pray to God."

Batman's footsteps paused. He said: "... I don't believe in God."

"What a coincidence, God's favorite son also doesn't believe in God. Keep this style, and you will also become his favorite son."

Walking out of the church, it was dusk at this moment. Schiller and Batman walked side by side in the alley near Cat Getan Cathedral. Trucks drove past them, splashing a series of water sprays. Newsboys rode bicycles chasing each other, and the sound of bicycle bells rang constantly.

The bakery by the street sent out bursts of fragrance. The chubby boss was cleaning oven gloves at the door. Gangster thugs gathered in groups of three or five around the barbecue stall, and the sounds of bragging and laughter were endless.

"Did you read the travelogue I handed in?" Batman asked.

"Of course, I read it." Schiller nodded and said.

"If I can't complete all the undertakings I want to do, do you think I should find a successor for myself?" Batman asked again.

Schiller took a deep breath. The slightly damp air after the rain and the fragrance of food mixed together, turning into a complex smell. He said:

"Batman, you don't understand education at all. You see an excellent child and want him to become your assistant. After taking him home, you see the next one."

"There are many geniuses in this world. If they are raised to adulthood, perhaps they can become your help. But the only problem is, do you love them? Do they love you?"

Schiller stopped at the alley entrance, looked at Batman, and said: "I know you think highly of Jason, thinking he is smart, sharp, and quite talented. But isn't Dick?"

"The difference between the two of them is just that I have been teaching Jason, while you just threw Dick into school and ignored him."

"If that dead little girl hasn't made you understand the importance of correct education methods, then I can only say that I didn't write that report wrong—Batman is a monster that eats children."

Batman narrowed his eyes, looked at Schiller, and said: "So that report was indeed written by you..."

"But was I wrong?" Schiller said very righteously: "You bring one child after another home, but don't educate them, letting them go on the wrong path. Isn't this even worse than what I wrote?"

"Batman..." Schiller sighed and said: "Sooner or later, you will realize how precious a child's love is. This is the purest emotion you will get in this world..."

"If you waste them all, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Looking at Schiller's departing back, Batman thought of Dick, and also thought of Aisha.

He thought, improving Cat Getan's education problem is a great ideal, but before that, can he educate his own children well?