The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1270
There was no anger or urgency in Batman's interrupting voice, it seemed to be simply saying that he understood.

"Who have you lost?" Schiller asked.

"My child, what about you?"

"Maybe it's my mother." Schiller gave a plausible answer: "She's my nurse."

"Corresponding to that doctor?"

"Yes."

Then Schiller gave some explanations: "The amazing thing is that fatherly love and motherly love are two completely different things, neither of which can be absent. If there is only one of them, then the imbalance is only a matter of time, and it is also true in fantasy. Same."

Batman seemed to be in deep thought, and Schiller didn't make a sound. The two sat in front of the window in silence, but it was very obvious that they seemed to have deepened their understanding of each other.

This quiet atmosphere is indeed amazing, because they have only known each other for two days, and this level of familiarity is obviously not enough to make people not feel embarrassed when the conversation falls into silence.

Schiller took a sip of the wine, and soon, the glass was empty, but he didn't intend to pour the wine again, but put down the glass, stood up and left the seat, Batman was still sitting where he was, without even looking at him.

Schiller sat in the middle of the large sofa in the center of the room, opened the laptop on the table, and began typing on the keyboard lightly. Then Batman turned to look at him and asked, "Are you writing medical records?"

"No, writing a thesis."

The two fell silent again. Batman seemed to believe Schiller's words, or maybe he had a way to see the contents of the computer. After more than ten minutes, Batman asked, "About psychology?"

"American Journal of Psychiatry."

Then there was a long silence, and only the sound of the keyboard "da da da" echoed in the room. After the jazz gradually became weaker, Batman's breathing sound became more obvious.

"If you really feel embarrassed, you can bring the child who caused you headaches. You have to first determine whether the part that makes you embarrassed is caused by brain lesions, and then consider psychological treatment and emotional counseling."

Schiller said as he typed, and then he said, seemingly inadvertently, "I'm writing an article on the psychology of adolescents, which may help me. I mean his help to me."

"You want me to let my own child be your experimental product." Another affirmative sentence, with some elusive irony and absurdity.

"Trust me, a lot of people can't ask for it." As calm and confident as ever, and unbelievably arrogant.

The atmosphere fell silent again, so it seemed that a few tens of seconds later, the loud "boom" was particularly ear-piercing.

The two people in the room immediately became vigilant, but both of them felt a little surprised that the object of their immediate vigilance was not the other party. Their intuition told them that it could not be the other party's hand.

For them, this is very outrageous, which means that in the time just now, they were indeed completely relaxed, and they did not regard each other as an imaginary enemy for a second, and they were not vigilant at all, which can be called incredible.

But it was obvious that the source of the sound was more attractive to them now. Schiller looked up to the second floor first. He took his hands back from the keyboard, stood up and walked towards the stairs, and Batman didn't stop him.

Schiller walked to the window on the second floor, on the side facing away from the Gotham River. He leaned slightly and looked out the window.

But in the next second, there was a "crash".The glass shattered and a fist came in, followed by a strong figure jumping straight into the room.

Schiller just stood by the window frame quietly watching the intruder, but Batman couldn't calm down anymore, because when he looked up, he saw a bright red hood slowly walking out of the darkness .

Batman almost covered his forehead.

"Hello, sir, I think there is something wrong with the design of your uniform. The holes for the eyes are too small, which will cause you to be unable to tell where the door is. After I remind you, do you plan to go through it again?" Schiller said in a asked in a playful tone.

But the other party was obviously not a person who could understand a gentleman's humor. He just turned his head very roughly and said to Schiller, "Shut up and hand over the criminal!"

"Let me remind you, it's best not to go any further." Schiller still said in a gentle tone: "If you go one step further, you will see what you fear most."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

The other party didn't appreciate it at all, and strode forward, and at this angle, he was just able to see Batman standing on the first floor looking up at him through the railing of the patio on the second floor.

With a "whoosh", the legs that were stepped forward were retracted, just like a game of Caton, the uninvited guest who broke in was blocked back to the window, with both hands on the window sill, even through the mask, one could see the expression on his face It was like seeing a ghost.

"I warned you," Schiller said.

"Stay away from him." Batman's voice came from the first floor.

The young man in the red hood spread his hands and said, "What the hell? Batman? Aren't you supposed to be patrolling the other side of the river now? And who is he? Why should I stay away from him?"

"He said it to me." Schiller took a step back silently, looking like he was afraid, but in fact he gave way to the intruder to go to the first floor.

"Well, no matter what the hell you are doing, you better hurry up and hand over that damn killer who ran here!" The other party's voice was very hoarse, and the words and utterances had a sense of street violence, simple Let's just play the East Coast.

"Who is the killer you speak of?"

"Of course it's that bloody bastard murderer who wanted to assassinate City Council Speaker Miguel Gervadalup! He ran away after killing someone. He didn't expect to run into me and wanted to hide here. He There is no escape!"

"Stay away from him." Batman repeated that sentence again, but this time it was obviously not to Schiller, but the target of his warning did not understand at all, his eyes just stared fiercely through the mask with Schiller.

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to correct your wording. An attempted murder is not called a killer, let alone a murderer."

"Why do you have so many things?"

"Because this is my house."

"But you can't use it to cover criminals! Tell me what you saw! Even with Batman here, you can't hide anything from my case, or I'll let you know!"

"Okay, after the bang, I only saw you, because your red hood is too conspicuous, and I think the murderer thought so too."

"What did you say?!" The other party raised his voice, apparently feeling that Schiller was mocking him. He raised his fist and slammed it hard on the railing on the edge of the patio with a "click".The railing broke right away.

"See? It's like your cervical spine later, if you stop talking nonsense with me!"

Schiller seemed a little helpless, and he took another step back. This posture can be called cowardly, but Batman rushed up to the second floor and stood at the corner of the patio.

"Back off!" Batman said quietly.

"what?"

Red Hood exclaimed because Batman was speaking to him, and Schiller smiled and said, "The flame in the fireplace is not so warm. I think I should add more wood to heat it up. It benefits everyone."

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs. Batman looked at his back and said in a warning tone: "Stop, come back!"

Schiller stopped, and Batman turned to Red Hood again and said, "Go back where you came from, don't make me say it again."

"Are you going to go with him, with this inexplicable outlander, to cover criminals? Batman, are you ready to admit that you're a coward?"

The red hood always speaks with a gun and a stick, no matter the tone or the words, it makes people uncomfortable to listen to. Just as Batman was about to speak, the red hood immediately interrupted him a second before he made a sound, saying:
"You clearly heard me say that an assassin attempted to murder the city council spokesman, but you are not in a hurry at all, and you still want to reason with people, get out of the way, no matter how hard his mouth is, I can pry it open!"

"Where did this guy come from?" Hal, who was looking at the screen, asked with some doubts: "He just went on a rampage in Gotham like this, and he is still alive today? Could Batman be his sugar daddy?"

The expression on Barry's face was going to be unstoppable, but he was still trying his best to endure it. One hand patted his shoulder, which made him tremble. He turned his head to look at Bruce's expression, and swallowed his saliva .

"I can't say." Barry covered his mouth tightly and said, "Otherwise, the future of me in this universe will be in bad luck."

"If you don't say it, you will be in bad luck now." Bruce said very firmly.

"He seems to know Batman, but there seems to be a certain age difference. Could it be that he is an adopted son?" Clark frowned, and began to reason: "But I have seen Dick, he is a very polite child, and Bruce Very similar, how could he speak so rudely?"

"I don't think it is an adopted son." Diana made a negative opinion: "It is impossible for the Wayne family to raise an adopted son with the temperament of a street gangster.

"Perhaps you have often heard that the children of a certain big family are very rebellious and don't do business, but the rebellion of the young masters is completely different from that of punks, and their temperament is completely different. Obviously, this guy wearing a red hood is the kind The little bastards who have nothing to do with the rich life of the Wayne family."

Both Hal and Constantine thought it made sense, so they nodded, and Constantine propped his head on his right hand and said, "I guess. Maybe it was Batman who saved him. The little gangster who was framed on a rainy night was killed by the great Rescued by the dark knight, he has been on the right path since then, taking it as his duty to solve the criminals, although the means are rough, but the heart is good."

Several other people nodded in agreement, and felt that the detailed scene described by Constantine was very convincing. After all, so far, there have not been many strangers, and even fewer masked ones. If Gotham is now There is such a person, they must know him, at least Konstantin who wanders on the street every day should know him.

But at this time, the expressions of several people changed. The first one to open her mouth was Harley. The little girl didn't reason from words and deeds. She simply had a better hearing than others, so she felt that the voice sounded familiar.

Followed by Jason, because walking forward with the red hood, after his figure entered the light, Jason saw the familiar hood, different, but generally the same.

And in the end it was Bruce, he suddenly had a bad feeling, his hand on Barry's shoulder tightened a bit, he just wanted to open his mouth to tell Barry not to say that name, but Barry still gave in out of fear.

"Jason Todd—he's Jason, and he's Red Hood!"

(End of this chapter)