The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1424 New Arkham

"I should have told you, you've been expelled?" Schiller put down the file, looked up at Bruce and said, "And I'm not teaching anymore."

"I don't know why you stopped being a professor." Bruce said, but Jonathan let out a sharp laugh, looked Bruce in the eyes and said, "You don't think it's because of you, do you? Of course not! He taught You haven't resigned for four years."

Bruce frowned slightly, and Jonathan turned his body back and said, "Because the shredder in his office is broken."

Bruce looks over to Schiller, who continues to write with his head down, and says, "I'd rather have to let the horrible academic crap I get from students stay in my office overnight than to Some psychotherapy aid for the lunatics all over Gotham."

Jonathan laughed crazily, the words gloating had been written all over his face, but Schiller was completely indifferent, he finally finished writing the materials at hand, looked up at the two people and said, "Let's go if you have nothing to do, I still have an appointment patients."

While laughing, Jonathan put a hand on Bruce's shoulder, Bruce grabbed his wrist subconsciously, Jonathan pulled his thin arm back nimbly, shrugged and said, "Let's go, Rich man, let me tell you what happened to that poor shredder."

After Jonathan and Bruce left, Schiller stared at the door for a long time without saying anything until the doorbell rang again. Schiller looked down at his watch, adjusted his collar and tie, walked forward and opened the door, and stood outside the door A man and a woman.

"Good evening, Mrs. Frith, nice to see you again."

Schiller and the woman in light sportswear hugged gently, and the woman smiled and said, "Just call me Nora."

"Okay, please come in."

Schiller held the door and moved aside to let Nora and Victor walk in. Victor looked at Schiller's new office, as if looking for a place to stay.

"Come here." Schiller walked to the sofa area with the tray, and put the kettle and water glasses on the table, while Victor supported Nora's back, let her sit down on the sofa, and then left by himself Sit on the armchair on the other side.

"It's nice to say goodbye to me, but it's the first time I've seen you." Nora said, her voice was still a little weak, but she still had a smile on her face, and she continued: "But I'm sorry for your voice. Very familiar, you have been with Victor many nights in the laboratory, and I remember every word you chatted."

"My pleasure, ma'am." Schiller put the glass of water in front of Nora and said, "How does it feel to regain mobility?"

Nora didn't look very excited, she just pursed her lips and said, "I'm a little confused."

"Because the current medical level doesn't seem to be able to cure your illness?" Schiller was speculating, but his tone was very certain.

So Nora's confusion turned into worry. She looked at Schiller and said, "Doctor, you must tell me the truth. What did my husband do to resurrect me?"

Victor's eyes widened slightly. He tightened his grip on the armrest, and then looked at Schiller. Schiller was still expressionless. He looked at Nora and said, "He has done a lot of research."

"Doctor, you don't have to lie to me. I'm also a cryogenic scientist. I know very well that even if all the equipment in the cryogenic laboratory has played their role, it is not enough for me to use a kind of equipment that I have never experienced before like now." It's not at all the realm of cryogenics or neurology to control the movement of my body."

"Ma'am, some things don't need to be so clear." Schiller lowered his head slightly, put his forearms on his knees and said, "You have a perfect treatment plan for your illness, and you have regained your ability to move. It's good for anyone if the husband stays with him forever."

"But if my husband does something illegal, no matter who he is for, I will never accept it!" Nora's eyes were firm, she looked at Schiller and said, "If it was for me, I would rather die again." Lie back."

"Ma'am, I admire your sense of justice, and I assure you that Victor has never done anything unrighteous, so you don't have to worry about it."

Victor's fingers loosened gradually, and Nora also seemed to be relieved. She took a sip of water from the water glass and said, "It's a miracle. I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming or not." .”

"Then tonight might be a good time to make sure of that," Schiller said with a smile. "You should have candlelight dinners, not therapy."

"We just want to see you." Victor said, "I think the first thing we should do when we are reunited is to see you."

Victor didn't understand what he said, but Schiller understood what he meant. He stood up and made a gesture of seeing off the guests, and said, "I've finished reading it. It just so happens that the branch of Copperpot Restaurant opened today." , I'll call it and make a reservation for the two of you."

"It's really unnecessary, doctor, you have done too much for us."

"Just think you guys are going to cheer for me." Schiller walked towards the phone without any explanation. Victor sat next to Nora and hugged her tightly. Nora rested her head on his chest and let out a long breath.

After Bruce left Arkham Hospital, he drove back to Wayne Manor. It was just the section of the road from the fence gate to the main gate. He walked very slowly. Seeing Alfred greet him at the gate, he showed a smile, But it's not warm, but it seems a little excited.

Alfred helped him take off his coat, Bruce moved his shoulders, stretched out his hand to adjust his tie, and then heard a gust of wind behind him, he instinctively dodged to the side, and with a "bang", a black shadow rushed on the sofa.

"Jason, you're finished!" A sharp female voice came, and another small figure blew past like a tornado, jumped onto the sofa with a "whoosh", and grabbed the previous figure's neck.

Jason jumped up, got rid of Harry's restraint, grabbed the pillow with his right hand to the side, threw it on Harry's head, turned around and ran, and scolded as he ran, "You damn crazy woman! I'm not free!" Accompany you to make trouble, I still have to do my homework!"

"You idiot who only knows how to study, give me back my baseball!"

"I didn't take your baseball, Tim took it and planted it on me, you fucking idiot!"

"Who are you calling an idiot?!"

The two children pushed each other into a ball. After all, Harley used to be a middle-class child, and she couldn't compare with Jason, who fights every day. When she realized that she couldn't beat Jason, she gave a "whoosh" He ran behind Bruce.

Jason got a little head-on, chased after her and threw a pillow, which hit Bruce directly in the face.

Bruce's face darkened in an instant, and he growled, "Enough!"

But Jason and Harry ignored him at all, they chased each other, ran farther and farther, ran out of the main hall, and got into the back garden.

As soon as Bruce took a step, he heard a shout from upstairs: "Bruce, you're back! I have a question for you."

When he looked up, he saw Dick waving at him. Bruce turned his head and glanced at Jason and Harry who were fighting in the garden, took a deep breath, walked up the stairs, looked at Dick and said with a smile, "What's the question? Let me Look, I'll help you out."

But Dick was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Bruce and said in a daze, "You help me solve it? Why do you help me solve it?"

"You can't?"

"But if you explain it to me, it's cheating. I mean, if you explain it to me, I can do it myself. Let's go, let's go to the bedroom."

After finishing speaking, Dick stretched out his hand and took Bruce into his bedroom. He sat down by the desk and moved a chair for Bruce, but the two chairs in his room were for teenagers. Bruce, an adult Men sat in and were a little bit crowded.

Bruce frowned, resisting the discomfort in his waist, he looked at Dick's homework and said, "Which question? I'll tell you."

Dick pointed to the homework book, Bruce glanced at it, and found that it was a very simple math problem, a trace of impatience flashed between his brows, but he still briefly explained the steps, but Dick pointed to the next problem , Bruce can only continue to tell him.

Dick pointed to five or six questions in a row, and Bruce couldn't help but said, "Don't you know such a simple question?!"

Then he realized that his tone was a bit more serious. He took a deep breath and said, "I mean, I have something to do tonight. You can do it yourself first, and I'll talk to you when I come back."

Dick showed a disappointed expression, but Bruce had already stood up and walked to the door. Dick turned to look at him and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Bruce paused while holding the door frame, turned to look at Dick, and said in a mysterious tone: "There is still a lot of justice waiting to be done in this city, isn't it?"

Dick froze for a moment, smacked his lips and said, "Oh, you're going to be Batman, then go ahead, I'll do it myself."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went back, but Bruce was slightly taken aback by his attitude, but he didn't think too much about it. When he walked out, he saw another little boy sitting on the sofa, and Bruce felt a dull pain on his forehead.

"Hey Bruce, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going..." Bruce made a long voice, but said nothing, but Tim, who was sitting on the sofa, blinked and said, "Do you want to use the car? If not, I'll take it with you." Elsa went for a drive."

"You want to drive the Batmobile?"

Hearing this question, Tim frowned and said, "Yeah, did you forget? Elsa only likes the Batmobile."

"But you..." Bruce paused again, but still waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's up to you, I'll go to the basement, I may not be back tonight."

After speaking, Bruce impatiently walked towards the basement door. He hadn't walked halfway, the door was knocked open with a "bang", and Clark rushed in, pulling Bruce's arm. go outside.

"Quick, Bruce, it's extremely urgent! The angle of the photo I took for you a week ago is wrong and can't be used. Hurry up and put on the bat armor, and we'll go to the roof to take another photo!"

Bruce's eyes widened. Before he could refute, another figure rushed in. The black-haired princess grabbed Bruce's other arm and said, "Bruce Wayne, what memory do you have?! Didn't you say today Going to the base? Do you know how much work you haven't done? Hal and I are waiting for you until the sea is dry!"

"Diana, let him go, he has to take another photo now, or he won't be able to catch up with tomorrow's headlines! The editor-in-chief will scold me to death!"

"Is your frivolous news important, or the safety of the earth?!" Diana yelled.

"But the earth is not in danger now, but if I don't turn in the photo, I'm in danger!"

After Clark finished speaking, Bruce let out an instinctive cry of pain, but Diana, not to be outdone, pulled Bruce to her side and said, "I made an agreement with him first, so he should come with me!"

At this moment, there was another "bang" from the door, and Thomas Wayne, who was covered in cold, walked in and yelled at Bruce.

"Bruce Wayne, you are a disgrace to the Wayne family! You were actually expelled by your university professor?!"

　I'll put a little fool trap here first

　
(End of this chapter)