Chapter 1267: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Part 7)

"The identity of Batman is the alarm bell you use to intimidate them and make them cautious. You deliberately make yourself solemn and silent, unfathomable and incommunicable. You turn yourself into an evil god, making all criminals walk in the dark as if they were walking in your kingdom." 冺

When Schiller said these words in a soft and psychedelic tone, it was like praying or reading a book. Batman stared at him more and more intently.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly realized and pulled himself out of the hazy connection. When he looked at Schiller again, his eyes were deeper.

"So, how did you do it?" Batman's tone began to be a little psychedelic, as if they were talking in the real world, but communicating in another realm that ordinary people could not understand.

"Know them, understand them, gather them together, and build a new society for them." Schiller's voice was so light that it almost became an ethereal breath: "Establish a new set of social rules to fill all the humanity and shame they don't have."

"Make them think about their status and reputation in another society before harming ordinary people, so that they don't have to pour out their love and emotions in the process of killing ordinary people, but put these precious feelings on the connection with their soul mates."

"Let all their wisdom, philosophy and ideas not be thrown to fools who can't understand them in despair, but let them exchange the joy of soul trembling with their spiritual peers."

Instantly, Batman heard a "buzz" sound, and a stream of blood rushed to his brain from his heart. He understood that this wonderful feeling that made his calm brain buzz was called "understanding."冺

"You're crazy, but you chose it yourself. You're crazy, but you don't need help. You're crazy, but it doesn't matter. I'm crazy too."

"Enough."

The muscles around Batman's lips trembled. He still stared at Schiller quietly, and then uttered a word: "...Joker."

Bruce in the theater narrowed his eyes, and Morbid sighed softly and said: "Batman blocked his intuition and only communicated rationally, so he didn't find out until now that Schiller was the Joker."

"How did he find out?" Morbid asked himself again and answered: "Because Schiller wanted him to laugh, how did Schiller do it? He was comforting Batman."

Bruce frowned, and Morbid smiled again and said: "Yes, this doesn't sound like comfort at all. Who would say that the other person is a lunatic when comforting someone?"

“But many times, the comfort people need is not ‘You are sad, but I can help you’, nor ‘You are sad, but this is normal’, but ‘You are sad, I am sad too’.” 冺

“Too many people have said to Batman ‘You are crazy, but you have no choice’, and too many people have said to Batman ‘You are crazy, but I can help you’, but Batman doesn’t want these.”

“He is not forced, he chose it himself, and he doesn’t need help. The misfortunes in everyone’s eyes are not his scars, but his weapons. The lonely, dark, and incommunicable temperaments are created by himself to warn those criminals.”

“He doesn’t need a soft embrace, he doesn’t need someone to pull out his fangs with tenderness, he doesn’t need someone to remind him ‘You didn’t turn on the light’, He is not blind. "

"But what no one in this world can deny is that I understand everything about you, and I know what kind of determination you have to take what kind of road, and I am on the same road with you, and I will move forward side by side with you."

Instantly, Bruce's hand on the armrest clenched, and the blue veins spread from the forearm to the fingers. After a while, he let go of his hand and said: "... and Schiller pushed me to another road."

"Yes, it is precisely because he has walked this road himself that he does not want you to walk on such a road."

"Doesn't he need someone to walk side by side with him?"

"Understanding is always short-lived, and comfort cannot be the driving force for anyone to move forward. Everyone is lonely when they walk their own way."

Bruce took a deep breath, staring straight at the screen and said: "When I first met Schiller, there were many People have said that we are very similar, including Gordon, Harvey and Victor. "

"He is older than me and is my teacher. I should have followed his footsteps and walked on this path, but from the beginning I had a hunch that in the past few years, he was not gradually pulling me closer, but pushing me away, not looking for our similarities, but creating our differences. "

"This is the root cause of our fierce conflict, just like a magnet suddenly turned its magnetic poles, making the two parties that should have attracted each other repel each other. "

"Whether you like it or not, the self you see was once your future. There is nothing wrong with this path, but Batman and Schiller did not reach the end. Since you have the opportunity to take another path, why not use one more possibility to add a little chance for the final success? "

After Morbid's words fell, Bruce let out a long breath and gradually calmed down. He lowered his head slightly and said, "They are like two parallel lines, moving forward in the same direction, and we are like two intersecting lines, meeting and then going our separate ways."

"Understanding each other and looking after each other during the climb, or standing on the top of two successful peaks and looking at each other from afar, are two completely different relationships, but equally romantic." Morbid's tone finally became a little higher, as if he was chanting.冺

"You will become parallel lines with many people, walking side by side with them, and intersecting lines with many people, reflecting each other in different fields. If everyone is an isolated island, society and civilization are the mountains formed by the parallel intersection of countless isolated islands."

"You have passed the loneliest stage of your life, the stage of constantly peeping at yourself and finding your social position, and began to converge towards the peak."

"And what Schiller did is to make you not have to become a mountain alone, and use darkness and fear to make others look up to the mountains and dare not approach."

"This is what he did, and this is what Batman is doing, but you have turned around and bordered the mountains."

In a morbid whisper, Bruce turned his head and looked at the crowd sitting on the other side of the theater. The light and shadow of the screen flowed through their outlines, and the undulating lines were like mountains one after another.

All of them were once small islands in the vast ocean, and then they kept converging. The storm pushed them together, the lightning smoothed out the inconsistent edges, the sun made them grow upwards, and the waves made them take root downwards.

Perhaps now, this is still not a majestic mountain, but another island that came a little later still cheered and ran into the embrace of the mountains. The communication of words was like the blending wind, and the outstretched hand was like mixed sand. 冺

In this case, the two lonely and dark mountains, facing each other in the moonlight, are just a landscape on the skyline.

The understanding and resonance between them are like the low horn sound coming from the wind. No matter how wonderful the story recorded in it is, it still can't eliminate the impulse of the young bat to look back at the mountains behind him, and the childish heart that wants to see the colorful lights and thousands of lights.

Bruce's shoulders slowly relaxed, and the deep sense of substitution disappeared. He finally pulled himself out of the screen and looked at his partner who was also sitting in the theater with him.

At the moment Bruce turned his head, Clark instantly noticed it.

His eyes crossed the outline of the crowd and the shadow of the seat, and met Bruce's eyes. The highest mountain among the mountains is always so tall, sharp, and as solid as a rock.

Clark saw that Bruce smiled very faintly, so faint that Clark thought it was an illusion caused by the light and shadow on his face, but this did not prevent Clark from smiling even more at him. The small town boy never cared about illusions and lies, and was not stingy in smiling at anyone.

Morbidity also laughed, no longer so low and full of hypnotic meaning, but with real fun and ridicule. 冺

"The only way to get rid of patriarchy is not to look for any love other than family affection from your father, and don't look for friendship and understanding from your father. Looking for these will only make you powerful."

"Boys should play with boys, right?"

Bruce turned his head to look at him, but not with vigilance. His eyes seemed to be reluctant, but he still said: "I'll sit over there."

"Go."

Bruce stood up with his hand on the armrest. Just as he was about to leave his seat with a smooth step, Morbidity's voice sounded again: "Your seat will always be yours, just like the hole in the tower... You are welcome at any time Come back. "

Seeing Bruce's stiff movements again, he laughed morbidly and lowly and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"... Sorry, I didn't mean it." Schiller looked down at the tie that was sprinkled with red wine. He stood up and looked at Batman opposite and said, "I'm afraid I have to take some time to tidy up my image and tidy up the room. If you have any other questions, feel free to call me." 冺

Batman also stood up. He didn't stare at Schiller all the time, but turned his eyes away and looked at Schiller's outstretched hand. Batman hesitated for a moment, but still gently flipped the switch on the inside of his finger.

The two hands were held together, and neither of them fell. Schiller stood by the patio on the second floor and watched Batman leave with a calm expression on his face.

Schiller began to tidy up the items in the room. Although the house was a bit messy, it was very clean, or as a house that had been vacant for several years, it was very clean and only needed a little cleaning before moving in.

Schiller put all the messy collections together, and then began to select one by one. The audience in the theater looked at the pile of strange things and began to express their opinions.

"No, this one is too ugly. Was this statue dug out from the pharaoh's tomb? Why is it still covered with mud? I think Schiller will definitely not want it."

"Oh, my God, he put it on the left, which means he wants to keep it, Constantine, you guessed wrong."

"What? Don't want this? I like orange, but it seems that Professor Schiller doesn't like bright colors."

"I like that cat sculpture. I think it would be nice to put it on the bookshelf."

Clark patted the seat next to him and said to Bruce who had just walked over: "Come here, what do you think happened to the previous owner of this house? How come there are so many collections of different styles?"

"This is not left by the previous owner of the house." Bruce said as he sat down: "Batman stuffed it in overnight. It is the collection of the Wayne family."

Everyone turned to look at him, as if waiting for him to reveal the secret. Bruce shook his head slightly and said: "He wanted to observe which collections Schiller left and which ones he put away when he came next time."

"A person's aesthetic taste can largely reflect a person's personality. People with the same aesthetic taste often have more in common."

"Batman wants to know how similar Schiller is to him."

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