American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

When Schiller woke up, he didn't need to turn over, he knew that he must have returned to the simple and unsophisticated Gotham City, because the smell of kerosene in the air and the never sunny day outside the window told him that he had come back again. .

And time didn't run out at all.

He turned off the alarm clock and glanced at the calendar. It was the second day of the night he traveled to Marvel, which means that the time in the DC world didn't go away when he went to Marvel.

Schiller sighed, for a while, he didn't know whether Gotham City, with its simple folk customs, was more dangerous, or New York City, the center of the universe, was more dangerous.

Feeling conscience, he said that although New York is more enjoyable, Gotham is forever home. At least the cosmic mode has not been turned on here for the time being, and Schiller can't deal with the purple potato essence now.

He turned over and got dressed. Gotham University requires professors to wear formal attire to class, so Schiller wears a shirt, vest and suit every day, sometimes changing the style of the suit, or wearing a trench coat.

The temperature of Gotham in September is not bad, not cold, maybe because it is a coastal city, the city is still warm with the breeze blowing.

As soon as Schiller left the house, he saw someone he didn't want to see - Bruce Wayne.

Schiller turned his head and walked back.

Bruce quickly caught up and shouted, "Professor! Professor! I have some psychological questions I want to ask you! Can you wait for me?"

Schiller scolded secretly, there will be many teachers near the professor's apartment, and Schiller can't just refuse, he can only say: "Okay, okay, I'm not deaf, Mr. Wayne, let's go to the counseling room. Speak."

So the two entered the counseling room. Instead of sitting down, Bruce took the initiative to make coffee. He took the hot coffee and put it in front of Schiller.

He said: "Schiller Andel Rodriguez, a world-renowned criminal psychologist, holds four Ph.D. degrees in psychology, and has participated in the famous Red Gloves massacre in Imperial City, the Red Gloves serial murder in Imperial City, The investigation and detection of the case of the underground corpse in the seaside city, and, most importantly, four months ago, he resigned during the trial of the deputy mayor of the Metropolis, and accepted the invitation of Gotham University…”

"Professor Schiller, can you tell me why you came to Gotham?"

Schiller's hair stood on end, my dear, the original owner's resume can be directly sorted into Arkham Asylum! You can't do a clown!

You have participated in more than one such terrifying case! You are also involved in a string! Bruce still kept it and said it, right!

Schiller scolded his mother inwardly, but he still had no expression on the surface. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Gotham is a good place."

"Really? The city with the highest crime rate in America?"

"that's not important."

"Oh?"

"The crime rate in the metropolis is not high, kid, sit down, you think the metropolis is safer than Gotham, right?"

"Isn't it?"

"At least not for me," Schiller said.

Schiller came to inherit the knowledge and ability of the original owner, but the memory, he suspects that the original owner had lost some important memories before he crossed, at least now Schiller can't remember any details about those horrific cases, it seems a little vague. A vague shadow, but I can't recall it at all.

Schiller knew that the original owner must have been involved in an indescribably complicated case, and then had been plotted against.

Schiller said: "The security you see is only the appearance, Mr. Wayne. Behind that, behind the splendor of the Metropolis, there is darkness that you may not be able to imagine."

"Then why did you come to Gotham City?"

"...I think you've checked my resume, but it's still not detailed enough. I've offended too many people. Only here is safe."

"why?"

"Only criminals can deal with criminals," Schiller said.

Bruce Wayne seemed to be shocked by this sentence, he said: "Only criminals can deal with criminals, right? Professor, is that what you think?"

"Bruce, let's change the subject." Schiller said.

Bruce looked at him, his eyes gloomy like the sky of Gotham City, and Schiller realized that he was no longer facing the cynical **** Bruce, but Batman, the most complicated superhero in history, a The dark hero, an incomprehensible paranoid genius who is just a fine line from the lunatic.

"If you want more from me, you have to pay the price," Schiller said.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked.

"You can't give what I want now. You should understand what I mean." Schiller said.

"Then I can give it later, right?"

"It must be possible."

Bruce restrained his expression, and no one could see what he was thinking. He said, "Professor Schiller, unfortunately, there are some gadgets I made in your coffee, a nanovirus..."

"Bruce, being dishonest won't get you more from me, kid, it's not a trick you use to ask for candy," Schiller said.

"Looks like I'm doomed to come back today," Bruce said.

"Not necessarily," Schiller said.

"I hope you can give me a good enough grade in the final test, Bruce, prove that you have the heart to learn this skill, and then come back to me." Schiller said.

"I won't waste any more time here," Bruce said.

"You're far from being a teacher, Bruce, you're still a student," Schiller said.

"I have learned knowledge and skills from all over the world, hundreds of fighting skills, detective, lockpicking, anti-reconnaissance..."

"You haven't learned Gotham, except Gotham," Schiller said.

Bruce is silent, Schiller has already seen that Bruce is not yet the dark hero Batman in the later period. Indeed, the idea of ​​revenge and execution of justice has always been in his heart, and there may be a darker side, but he has not yet understood Gotham , What is this human hell?

Bruce wants to use all available power, such as this Professor Schiller.

Batman is a hero with almost no weaknesses. He is wise and close to demons, cautious and meticulous, and he is comparable to gods in the mortal body, but the premise is that he must first put on that bat suit and become a dark knight who spreads fear in the night. Grab Gotham with all the evil here, and make the determination to face and fight all filthy humanity, and now? Bruce is not yet Batman, he has weaknesses.

Schiller suddenly felt fortunate. If he really faced the dark knight standing in the shadow of Gotham, maybe all his methods would not be useful, because Batman is not a superman, he is not a righteous hero, he is a thoroughgoing Outlaws.

After Bruce left, Schiller stood by the window for a long time. Maybe Batman will come soon, and Bruce can't wait any longer.

The next day, Schiller went to class as usual, and it was the first class for freshmen. Unfortunately, his actions to prevent Bruce from choosing psychology were unsuccessful. This young Batman had to appear in Schiller's peaceful life to remind him He is about to become a mess here.

But the strange thing is that Schiller found that Bruce was limping. His right foot seemed to be injured, but he insisted on coming to the class. Schiller was thinking while lecturing, why did Bruce go?

He is sitting on a fortune of billions, and Gotham City is the old Wayne's family. Is it possible that he can still be beaten by thugs?

After class, Schiller rejected Bruce's obvious "let's talk" suggestion. He quickly put away the books and courseware, and then left with the crowd of students. He had to go out at night.

If Gotham City is hell, then Gotham City at night should be afraid even if Satan sees it. This crime city has never stopped the aftermath of crime. Schiller left the safe university and really walked into Gotham. city.

He's stalking Jonathan the Scarecrow.

Jonathan is not a normal person, he has been committing murder since he was eighteen, so even if he is not a scarecrow now, he has already started his fear gas experiment.

Schiller didn't come to do justice to stop him, he wanted to get some fear gas to protect himself.

In this dangerous city, a chemist secretly made the laboratory the safest place for theft. At least Jonathan and Schiller are both civilians, not gangsters, and they can't use fighting and firearms. Only with the mind.

This night, it was raining again in Gotham. The night was as dark as thick ink, and the rain had a strong smell of kerosene. No matter how warm it was here, the cold September rain was still freezing, and Schiller was wearing a long trench coat. Holding a black umbrella and walking through a narrow street, he has gradually reached the location where Jonathan hid the poisonous gas, which is an abandoned church underground in a block. As long as Jonathan is away, Schiller can logically go in and get it. Fear of poison gas.

Suddenly, Schiller's heart began to beat fast, and a picture of him being hit by an unknown hidden weapon flashed in front of his eyes. He turned around instantly and opened the umbrella with a "bang".

The two hidden weapons failed to penetrate his umbrella and fell to the ground. Spider sense saved Schiller's life.

Schiller put down the umbrella slowly, his face was not as gentle as the day, and he almost died.

Anyone who has just been attacked by death will hardly have a good face. At the end of the alley, Bruce in a bat suit sees his precision-guided and extremely fast darts, which are instantly blocked by the mysterious man's umbrella. It's as fast as predicted in advance.

And the black umbrella with rain was put down, revealing a face that Bruce is very familiar with, that is his university professor, Schiller.

It's really him, but it doesn't seem to be. Schiller's temperament is completely different from that of Bai Tian. At this time, Schiller is more like the man Bruce saw in his resume, a lunatic who is addicted to criminal psychology.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "You should know what would have happened if I didn't block it."

"The dart will stop when it is thirty centimeters away from you." Batman said.

Bruce's voice was also completely different from Daytime, and Schiller knew he had used a voice changer.

At this time, Batman is still far from good. His bat suit is not mature enough, he has no cape and belt, and his bat darts don't seem to be very easy to use. It can be seen that the fledgling Batman should have gone through some detours. The thing starts from Gotham, that is, the novice directly challenges the difficulty of hell.

Schiller said: "I want to remind you, Mr. Bat, that UU reading www.uukanshu.com is different from the wealthy area you live in. There is no protective fence on the roof of the Mawson block. If you accidentally fall again, you may get internal organs. rupture."

The shadow on the opposite side was silent, and he asked, "How did you see it?"

"You're still too tender, Mr. Hero, the medicine you use has almost no taste, it's a high-end chemical, not something the poor ghouls can afford, and..." Schiller's eyes fell on Bruce's only exposed chin On, he said: "No one here shaves so neatly and symmetrically."

"Who are you?" Batman asked.

Schiller opened the umbrella again, and he said, "Go home quickly, young master, no one will answer every question you have. I'm not a novice tutor."

After speaking, he left in the rain. Batman stood in that alley for a long time. He limped out, turned into another street, and saw a beggar, shivering in the rain.

He took out a stack of money and handed it to the beggar, and then he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the rain behind him, and a sentence that made his hair stand on end: "That's why I said you don't understand Gotham, Bruce."

Batman turned around and saw Schiller standing at the intersection, Schiller walked over, handed the umbrella to the beggar, the beggar took the umbrella and opened it to cover the icy rain, then she trembled and returned the stack of dollars to Batman .

"Why?" Batman asked, taking the dollar.

"Because this is the Gutter Gang's territory, if they knew she had such a large sum of dollars, her body would be in the gutter the next day."

"A lot of dollars?" Batman's voice betrayed absurdity. "Thirty-seven dollars?"

"Yes." Schiller looked at the end of the street and said, "This is Gotham..."

"Welcome to Gotham."