The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The worsted flannel fabric shone faintly with small movements in the slightly cold and humid air of the Batcave.

  Jason saw the man who was dressed more like he should have appeared at the dinner, very patiently explaining to Barbara about Batman from another universe.

  "Yes, they went to another universe, where Gotham is a city flying in the sky, but that didn't happen decades ago, but recently..."

  "It's unimaginable." Barbara shook her head and asked curiously: "Will they welcome Robin from another universe? Generally speaking, Batman doesn't like aliens coming to Gotham. The one from another universe probably won’t work either.”

  "You know Batman very well, miss, but if Batman needs additional assistance, there may be a chance." Schiller nodded and said with a smile: "Some time ago, that universe suffered an invasion from the Emperor of Apokolips , the children hoped to help him, and he tolerated them making trouble under his nose."

  Schiller speaks very slowly, and each word is pronounced clearly. When it reaches your ears, you can hear a peculiar intonation in the undulations of his voice, which makes people feel stable and calm.

  "That must be an amazing spectacle." Nightwing spread his hands and said, "I'm not referring to Gotham flying in the sky, but Batman who can handle two Bat-Families."

  When he said this, he also looked towards the door to make sure that Batman had really left and restored his identity as Bruce Wayne. He didn't have time to look at the surveillance equipment for the time being. Thinking of this, he felt relaxed. Quite a few.

  "There's not that big a difference between one and two." Schiller waved his arms slightly and said: "Maybe he can also accept the third one. If you are curious, I can ask him if he is willing. Give you his contact information.”

  "Still not." Robin shook his head and said, "I don't know if he can accept the third Bat Family. Anyway, we can't accept the second Batman."

  Schiller smiled, and Barbara nodded towards Schiller and said: "I think you are a trustworthy psychiatrist, so we won't disturb you. I hope you can feel at home during this time." , we will do our best for this.”

  "That's very welcome, Miss." Schiller stepped aside to make way for Barbara. Barbara rocked her wheelchair and walked forward. The moment she passed Schiller, she heard the man say: "If you If you really don’t want to go out, you can stay a little longer, this is your home too, isn’t it?”

  Barbara's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair tightened instantly, and she turned back to look at Schiller. Schiller still maintained a smile, and his expression did not look aggressive.

  "It took me about an entire period of compulsory education to get rid of my misconception that psychiatrists can read minds. Do you want to rewrite this understanding, doctor?"

  "Your anxiety is obvious, Miss Gordon. I don't think it's something that requires mind reading. Considering what I know about the rest of the Bat-family, I assume you want to see your father."

  Barbara kept turning her head, looking straight at Schiller, and then asked: "What do you think, doctor?"

  "Mr. Gordon won't blame you, but it's hard to say whether he might have misunderstood Batman, and if he found out Batman had left Gotham in a fit of rage, it would make the heroic warrior look too much like a deserter."

  "You mean I shouldn't confess to him now?"

  "Perhaps it would be better if all three of you are present." Schiller tapped his hand lightly on the table next to him and said: "Please don't forget that the two of them are also comrades fighting side by side, and they are even often against each other. The last resort.”

  "What you do will not only affect the relationship between you and them, but also the relationship between the two of them. Do you want them to each lose a good friend?"

  "Of course not." Barbara turned her head back, sighed deeply and said, "But I'm not sure I can hide it until Batman comes back, and I don't want Batman to waste time for me."

  "You're too considerate of others." Schiller shook his head and continued: "But if you want to delay it, then pretending that both of you are busy may work."

  "Thank you for your advice, doctor. I will contact you again soon."

  Barbara turned and left. Nightwing rubbed his hand under his nose and said, "Batman just sent me an address. It should be one of his safe houses. Do you want me to send you there?"

  "Do you have a car?" Schiller asked.

  "Of course, there are two Batmobiles in the garage, but if you want something more regular, there's a Jaguar in the garage on the southeast side of the ground."

  "Thank you, we can leave on our own."

  Yeyi hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I don't mean anything else. I respect every doctor very much, but..."

  He glanced at Jason as discreetly as possible, obviously saying that the problem might be with the patient, just saying clearly, "Jason may not be willing to leave with you."

  At this time, Peter took Nightwing's arm and said, "Let the professionals do the professional things. Let's go."

  Robin turned around without hesitation. In his opinion, if the psychiatrist couldn't even take Jason away from here, then the subsequent treatment might not be effective.

  Although he knew that this matter might not be that simple, and he had not yet seen what kind of medicine Batman was selling in his gourd, he decided to cooperate. More importantly, he had to keep an eye on Gotham during Batman's absence. , because he is the current Robin.

  After several others left, only Schiller and Jason were left on the bottom floor of the Batcave. Jason sat in the innermost part of the cell, with one leg on his side, one leg straight, and his back pressed against the wall. He stared at Schiller and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

  Schiller's back was turned to him, seeming to be writing something on a note pad. As the silence became longer and longer, Jason's uneasiness began to increase.

  The emotional ups and downs of the night had already made him mentally and physically exhausted, and the previous nightmare had further worsened the situation.

  Jason had too many bad premonitions about the sudden appearance of the psychiatrist, and his anxiety always pointed to the same negative measure, which was the eagerness to make unknown misfortunes known.

  No matter how many bad things there are, no matter how bad the bad things can be, I will wait here to get the sense of security that "it doesn't matter, I thought it would happen anyway" when disaster strikes. "I think you can relax a little bit, Jason." Schiller was still busy with his own business, seemingly debugging the equipment that Batman left for him, as if the task at hand took away most of his attention. Even the comfort was a little perfunctory.

  "You must have done something." Jason slowly curled up his legs, took a deep breath and said, "No matter what method you used to gain Batman's trust, what he told you is not true. Not sick."

  "I don't have to come to see a doctor." Schiller's voice was still smiling, "Of course I don't have to be a doctor. I don't think you need to decide the tone of our relationship so early, right?"

  "Rhetoric." Jason obviously did not intend to cooperate. He said in a slightly sharp tone: "In any case, Batman has obviously made a mistake again. You are not a good person, and you cannot be a good doctor."

  "The two are not necessarily related." Schiller shook his head and concentrated on untying the threads on a certain bat device. "Batman thinks that I am a kind and highly skilled doctor, and is full of sympathy for your situation. Heart, that’s why you hired me to treat you, you think this is what happened, right?”

  Jason didn't answer, but he obviously thought so, because he really couldn't think of any other possibility.

  They had just spent a long night, each of them rolling a few times in the torrent of disaster, but for Jason, this night was especially long, and Batman had just realized this.

  So he will definitely act like a savior. Whether he has compassion or wants to make amends, he will definitely do something.

  At this time, Schiller appeared, and he happened to be a doctor. So besides the possibility mentioned by Schiller, what else could be done?
  Jason waited for the doctor to offer some flawed words of comfort, which he would then refute until he had nothing left to say.

  Schiller finally turned around, and Jason saw that he was holding a recording device in his left hand and a ball of wire that had been sorted out in his right hand. Jason heard him say.

  "Sorry, but now I'm wondering how this bat-shaped microphone clip works."

  Schiller walked to Jason's cell and opened the cell door under Jason's shocked gaze.

  Schiller said as he put the key back into his suit pocket: "Obviously, Batman gave me the key, and as I said, nothing good can be done in this environment. , would you like to come out and help me, Mr. Todd?"

  Jason stood up from the ground very cautiously. He first looked at the armor on his body without any trace, making sure that Batman didn't install any micro bombs or anything like that on it when he hugged him.

  His Adam's apple rolled up and down when he realized that all his equipment was working normally.

  "You know it doesn't even take three seconds for me to bring you down, right?"

  "Then why not?"

  Jason swallowed again. He didn't know when his reaction had become so slow. The moment the cell door opened, he should have rushed out and subdued all the creatures in front of him.

  "What are you doing?" Jason asked, staring at the thing in Schiller's hand.

  "This is a special diagnosis and treatment process recording device prepared for me by my client, Batman."

  "A tape recorder?"

  "I'm afraid ordinary recorders don't have such a difficult-to-use microphone clip." Schiller lowered his head and fiddled with the small bat-shaped clip, "Obviously the working principle of this kind of clip is not to pinch the lower part, but the upper part will open. "

  "Everything we say will be heard by Batman?"

  "I'm afraid he'll be more interested in the conversation between the two of us than the conversation he's about to have, don't you think?"

  "I won't tell you anything. It's best to let Batman give up. It's not that he changed his preaching and pedantic moral principles into something really good for me."

  Jason walked out of the cage, lowered his arms and looked at Schiller, as if he had made up his mind that Schiller had nothing to do with him.

  Now it seems that the situation is indeed like this. Maybe the doctor may have some trap hidden in him, maybe Batman has a back-up plan on him, but Jason can choose not to mess with him, but turn around and leave.

  He was about to do this, and even turned around, and then he heard Schiller's still slow and calm tone coming from behind.

  "Jason, don't forget, you found me."

  Jason suddenly remembered that dream.

  That is how the matter? Jason looked back and stared at Schiller in confusion. Does he have the ability to interfere with dreams? Or does he have a device that can hack into people's brains like the Mad Hatter?
  "Jason, you know what?" Schiller turned to look at Jason and said, "I think the relationship between you and Batman will develop into what it is now, and Batman will bear the main responsibility."

  "That's why I said I'm not here to heal you. If I had to talk about how I would fulfill my duties as a doctor, then obviously the treatment of both of you is equally important."

  "Batman wouldn't..."

  "Yes, but he found me." Schiller repeated the sentence pattern again, and then said: "This shows that he is willing to make changes, at least more willing than you, which shows that he is a better problem to solve. And I have experience with that.”