The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

It would take some time for the sedative drugs to take effect. The fear gas directly entered the blood circulation, causing Jason to constantly have hallucination fragments in front of his eyes, and he was unable to support his body at all.

He saw the pair of leather shoes stepping on the cold floor, getting closer and closer to him, and the pressure even exceeded the fear brought to him by the hallucination in front of him.

But Schiller walked past him, the door closed with a bang, and Jason heard the lock.

"I convinced Batman a little more than you think." Schiller's voice sounded behind Jason, "There is no surveillance equipment of his here. It's you and me, the only two of us who can escape." Where Batman looks."

"Impossible, he just hid it." There was no way Jason would admit this. He lay on the ground and gritted his teeth and said, "If he tells you that there is no surveillance somewhere, it's just that he is confident that you can't find it."

"Whether you believe it or not, I have a way to tell whether there is surveillance here." Schiller stood in front of Jason's head. Jason raised his head to the highest angle and couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his face. look.

"I told you, you're lucky you didn't show your talent early." Those feet walked towards the operating table again.

Jason's somewhat confused thoughts were still able to analyze the meaning of Teller's words. It seemed that the doctor had an unlucky childhood, but could some extraordinary talent allow him to completely escape Batman's surveillance? Jason was still doubtful.

And now he is more curious about how Schiller deceived the Joker from Batman. Batman could not give the Joker to anyone.

Schiller seemed to hear his voice and said to himself: "Jason, you don't understand. Maximizing loss and recovery can completely change a person. Batman is also a human being, and he hates as much as he loves."

"But he..."

Jason didn't say what he said next because he didn't want to express his opinion about Batman in front of any strangers. This is the Bat family's own business and a matter between the two of them. There is no need to use it as a talking point for others.

"But he doesn't show that he hates clowns." Schiller said for him, making Jason really doubt whether he could read minds. "He also shows that he doesn't love you many times, but you know how much he loves you."

"Come on, Jason, don't think you can use this topic to involve my energy. I said it is time to fulfill the obligations of a psychiatrist."

The man came over again, this time he didn't grab Jason's aching neck, but directly picked up his waist and threw him to the ground next to the operating table.

"Stand up, Jason, or would you like some more sedation?"

"Give it to me, thank you."

Jason knew that there was no time to be polite to Schiller. If there was destined to be a collision between them, then the current situation would be too unfavorable for him, and he had to adjust his state.

Schiller stuffed two more pills into Jason's mouth. The overdose made Jason recover quickly. He used the strength of his arms to prop up his upper body, knelt on the ground and exhaled, and then shook his knees again. Standing up unsteadily.

When he stood next to the operating table, he saw the sickening smile on the face of the man who was placed on the operating table by Schiller. Jason was too familiar with this smile.

Schiller stood under the shadowless lamp and wiped the scalpel. The overly bright overhead light made it dark under his eyebrows. Jason swallowed and said, "I can't do this. He is an innocent person."

"Not any time soon."

Schiller looked up at Jason and said, "His transformation process is irreversible. He is destined to become the Joker."

"But he's not there yet."

"Do you know? Jason." Schiller suddenly changed his tone to a brisk tone and handed him the scalpel at the same time. "Do you know why this gentleman named Henry turned into a clown?"

"Because the clown put him..."

"No, because Batman destroyed the Joker virus with his own willpower, the Joker's alternative plan will be activated, and this gentleman will become the Joker."

Schiller's speech became faster, and Jason's heart beat faster.

"Do you know how happy he will be when he wakes up as the Joker? Batman created him, and after all the evil he did, he will be the happiest man in the world."

Jason's fists clenched.

He knew that Schiller was manipulating his emotions, but it was really hard for him not to be angry. How could he not be angry?

This damn madman kidnapped him and tortured him for a whole year, making Batman think he had lost his child and spent more than three hundred days in pain and guilt.

His bad plans caused two disasters in Gotham, destroying countless buildings and properties, killing countless people, and he didn't have to pay any price.

He even managed to get what he wanted most - everything to do with Batman.

When he wakes up, he will be ecstatic to find what a great harvest, Batman's pain, Batman's guilt, Batman's gaze, and even the origin created by Batman himself.

Jason closed his eyes hard, but the cold light of the scalpel in front of him was too bright, piercing his eyelids, making his vision red.

Schiller's voice sounded again.

"You have seen too many disasters, Jason. This is something you can't forget even when you are tortured by the Joker, displaced and struggling to survive."

"The people living at the bottom already have enough enemies, high-ranking big shots, merciless ordinary people...and the misfortunes that keep them from making up their minds to get rid of all this."

“What makes you really angry is the fuel that these lunatics add to the fire, and the unnecessary disaster they bring about will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

"Again... and again..." Schiller's voice circled to Jason's side and rang in his ears, "The same mistakes have been repeated countless times, but no one has ever stood up to change everything."

"And on the way you seeks change, you have always encountered only resistance. They said to you high. The criminals also have human rights, and the criminals are not advisable. Super heroes cannot be violent." "But Jason, you have to Figure this out.”

Schiller put his hand on Jason's shoulder, and his voice came from too close to him.

"Where there are people, morality has meaning. Being caught doing something is a crime. What no one sees is nothing."

Jason felt the scalpel being thrust into his hand. Schiller pressed the back of his hand and said, "Death is never the best evil reward. You have the ability to turn it into a gift."

What made Jason wake up was the coldness he felt on his neck. Another scalpel was placed across his neck, and Schiller's tone suddenly became cold.

"Do it, open the chest."

In the Gotham Police Station, Gordon stood at the end of the corridor and looked at Penguin with a cold face as he walked out of the cell.

"Goodbye, Commissioner Gordon. By the way, I will go to my lawyer to seriously discuss the Gotham Police Department officers' mistreatment of prisoners. I hope I don't see you in the dock next time."

After saying that, the pot-bellied Penguin took his cane from his assistant, put on his top hat, and strode toward the door with rapid strides.

Someone stepped out of the shadows behind Gordon, but it wasn't Batman. Gordon looked back and saw Peter Parker's face.

Gordon turned his head back. He didn't want to see the expression on the young man's face. He had seen it enough on the faces of Nightwing, Jason and Robin.

Of course, children will be disappointed. At this age, they will never understand why the bad guys will not get the punishment they deserve, and they can even be arrogant and mocking in front of the good guys.

Gordon knew there was nothing he could do to change this, so all he could do was remain silent and let the members of the Bat Family blame it on his incompetence when they asked about it.

Peter stepped forward and patted Gordon on the shoulder. Gordon turned to look at him, and finally decided to give Batman's new assistant some preferential treatment. He said: "Many of Oswald's businesses are legal, and he also Being able to get away with it through legal means means that our laws have many shortcomings, but we still need this kind of public order."

Peter nodded and said, "I'll try to make it better."

But the Penguin who was walking in front stopped, turned back to look at Peter and said, "I was as naive as you when I was young, boy, but one day you will understand..."

At the signal from Gordon's eyes, several police officers came over. Penguin looked at them with fear, and finally turned around and left without continuing.

Gordon was also worried that Peter would do something extreme, so he took a step forward and stood in front of Peter.

It was late at night, and Oswald, who had just returned to his luxurious manor, was telling his assistant to arrange the doctor's schedule tomorrow. He had to find a way to take out the thing inside his chest.

As soon as the assistant left, there was a knock on the door. Penguin, who was taking off his coat, looked back at the door and finally said: "Please come in."

It was Peter Parker who opened the door.

The Penguin's movements immediately froze. Peter stretched out his hand and shook his fingers, saying hello to the Penguin.

Penguin's face immediately darkened. He stared at Peter closely and said, "Did Gordon ask you to come? You know that private threats will only make him more disadvantaged in court."

"You're mistaken, Batman asked me to come."

Peter swaggered to the sofa in the reception area and sat down. He put one hand on the back of the chair, turned to look at Penguin and said, "You can change your clothes first, and then the two of us can talk, or just talk like this." also."

The Penguin was a little confused by him. He thought this kid was weird and different from the members of the Bat family he usually met. He felt this way when he was in the Batcave.

So Penguin just took off his coat, threw it to the other side of the sofa, walked over and sat down in his shirt, looked at Peter and said: "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, don't talk to me about those big things, you want to talk What?"

Peter had a puzzled expression on his face, looking at Penguin as if he was looking at a fool. Penguin was so frightened by his gaze that he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" "

"Sorry, but I thought we had the right code." Peter took a sip of water and said, "Did you not understand a lot of what I said in the Batcave?"

The Penguin was stunned and looked at Peter with doubtful eyes. Peter put down the water glass and said, "There were other people present at the time. I can't explain it clearly. I thought you already understood."

"You mean Wayne Group..." Penguin said tentatively.

Peter nodded and said, "Batman should have arrived in Washington by now, and I'll stay here to help him deal with some things."

"I know why he suddenly found a new assistant." Penguin narrowed his eyes and said, "You do his dirty work for him?"

"Are you saying you're dirty?" Peter smiled and looked at Penguin and said, "Batman is a superhero, where is the dirty work to do?"

The Penguin leaned back and hummed noncommittally, but soon returned to his tense and serious posture. He rubbed the rim of the water glass with his fingers and said, "Yeah, he wasn't dirty when he was a superhero. There’s work to be done.”

At this time, Penguin saw Peter take out a pile of information from his coat pocket and push it along the coffee table.

Penguin was deeply attracted the first time he looked down at the information - and in the next half hour, he saw a huge East Coast criminal empire in this information.

Finally, his eyes fell on the signature of the document. It didn't sound like a real name, more like a code name.

At the end of the document, it was clearly written in slightly rough cursive English - "Jin Bin".