Schizophrenia

What does it mean to get out of the cage, and what does it mean to stay in the cage? Jacob sat at the entrance and seemed to be making a very difficult decision.Robin, who had been spying on the screen, couldn't help but popped up at the end: "Aren't you going to leave?" He rushed into the glass room, "It turns out that living in it feels like this."

"It's not bad," Jacob said, propping his arms on his knees and resting his chin, "so I like it."

"Um, sorry?" Robin, who was studying the cracks on the ground, looked confused, "You just said that it feels good and you like it? There are surveillance cameras here, brother, there are no dead ends in the whole process, brother, do you want to be peeped Or do you want to show off, so being observed by others..."

"Very happy~" Jacob's voice rose slightly, "If you imagine that Batman is looking at me."

Robin shivered, and decided to take off his clothes to see what Jacob was thinking.But don't talk about taking off the blindfold, as long as there is a camera, Batman will see his appearance all the time. He doesn't even want to take off the hat, okay? "You're still a pervert."

"Huh? I thought I had such a pretty face just for people to see?" Jacob tilted his head and gave a smile, "Otherwise, such a pretty face is just for me to see at home every day. Thinking of this, I can't help crying." Robin didn't understand the second half of the sentence in Chinese.

But the first half sentence completely delayed understanding: "Uh, thank you for your narcissism, I don't think I can eat any more in the short term." It's just that he looked at Jacob's expression of stopping suddenly staring at him, as if his eyes could see through But he saw someone else, or looked at nothingness, "Don't look at me like that, I'm panicking."

"Woman..." Jacob's eyes were in a trance, but it was so fast that Robin took it as an illusion and returned to his usual giggling state, "Don't think I don't know you just finished lunch, I smelled the cookies Smell. Does Batman like to eat it? I've smelled it on him too."

"Your nose is really good," Robin took out a small package from under his cloak as if by magic, which contained cookies and handed it to Jacob, "here, quietly take Batman's share It's his share."

"You can ask me." Jacob didn't take the cookie, but just stared at it, as if the person who could stare at him came to life, "Tell me, I do owe you two conditions. "

"Ah, it can still be used like this!" Suddenly, Robin wanted to put away the cookie in his hand.The cookies made by Alfred are very delicious. It is simply unforgivable to waste Alfred's cookies when you can do something: "Say it earlier, I forgot."

Just as Robin was about to retract his hand, the cookie bag in his hand was snatched away by Jacob.He took it in his hand and tossed it up and down: "Come on, this is not two requests, I accept your bribe."

"My game conference, but will it be held next week?" Robin's eyes were very sincere, "I've been thinking about it for more than half a year. If I don't release it again, I will go crazy. Really, look at my eyes." Pointing to his own light blue eyes, he looked at Jacob pitifully.

"Game press conference..." Jacob dragged his voice, looking at Robin, "It's only a bag of cookies."

"Tell me, how much do you want!" Robin closed his eyes like a strong man cut off his wrist, "As long as I can get it."

Jacob looked at Dick like this, stood up, and his voice was no longer cheerful: "Don't be used by Batman, Dick." Although he often gets confused about Batman's affairs, it doesn't mean that he gets messed up every time. At that time, he didn't see through Batman's plan, he just ignored it because he liked it.

"What?" Robin looked up at Jacob who stood up, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

"When I was negotiating with Batman just now, you were distracted by something and didn't see it." Robin said before that the place where he practiced unlocking was the Batcave. I'm afraid he was doing daily practice at that time, "Just now Batman went up When I was here, let me tell you that your game conference will be postponed again, right?"

Robin's eyes widened as if he was asking why Jacob knew these things: "It's not my ability. I can't use my ability for such a trivial matter." Jacob seemed to be laughing, or more It was the expected relief, "because he knew he couldn't talk me out of it."

"I'm sorry," Robin apologized suddenly, and got a condescending smile from Jacob, "I mean I..."

"You like playing games," Jacob interrupted Robin, "like all boys like mechanics and electronics and cool things. I can understand, really." Like in What do you miss, "No matter what you think, I made this deal."

Lifting his foot and crossing the boundary between the glass floor and the concrete floor, Jacob turned his back to Robin without seeing his expression: "You should know how dangerous Batman is, right?"

"Of course you know." Asking and answering, he turned around and stepped up the next steps as if he had walked a thousand times, step by step heavy and even.

The Batcave was huge, and it looked bleak and scary, but Jacob didn't mind.He looked at the Batmobile not far away, looked at the motorcycle leaning against the wall, and the toys he gave to Robin were stacked on a small console.Batman, on the other hand, blends well with the darkness.

"Cheakmate~" Jacob stood barefoot on the tempered table and said to the shadow, "Welldone."

Batman didn't speak.

"Robin is good at using it, but have you ever thought about it, one day you will be like me, and there will be no one left around you."

Batman didn't speak.

"You know, I used to have people and things I cared about, but I pushed them away." It seemed that I just wanted to tell a story, "Rosalind, it's not that she left me, it's that I don't want her, remember this Batman. I didn't want her because she suddenly became what I hated the most."

Batman didn't speak.

"Now, you and Robin are the ones I care about, don't force me to push you two away." Jacob's brows and eyes curved with a smile, "You don't want to know, when I'm not interested in you two, what will happen."

"Like what you'd do to Conway's family." Batman stood in the shadows.

"I'm already friendly," Jacob said with a cruel smile, with a bit of innocence underneath, "at least they have a mental preparation, don't they? A whole year's death notice, they have so much time to say goodbye, I'm very kind Yes." Draw your own definition very clearly, God of Death.

"You do need to see a psychiatrist."

"I will, Batman. Now, can I be sent away?"