Chapter 1277: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Seventeen)

Batman's interruption was not angry or anxious, as if he was simply saying that he understood. 椒

"Who have you lost?" Schiller asked.

"My child, what about you?"

"Maybe my mother." Schiller gave a specious answer: "She is my nurse."

"Corresponding to that doctor?"

"Yes."

Then Schiller gave some explanations: "It is amazing that fatherly love and motherly love are two completely different things. Neither can be absent. If there is only one of them, then imbalance is only a matter of time, and the same is true in fantasy."

Batman seemed to be lost in thought, and Schiller did not speak. The two sat in silence in front of the window, but it was very obvious that they seemed to have deepened their understanding of each other. 椒

This quiet atmosphere is indeed surprising, because they have only known each other for two days, and this level of familiarity is obviously not enough for people to not feel awkward when the conversation falls into silence.

Schiller drank the wine sip by sip. Soon, the glass was empty, but he did not intend to pour the wine again. Instead, he put down the glass, stood up and left his seat. Batman was still sitting there, not even looking at him.

Schiller sat in the middle of the big sofa in the middle of the room, opened the laptop on the table, and began to tap the keyboard gently. Batman turned his head and asked him: "Are you writing a medical record?"

"No, I'm writing a paper."

The two fell silent again. Batman seemed to believe Schiller's words, or he had a way to see the contents of the computer. After more than ten minutes, Batman asked: "Psychology?"

"American Journal of Psychiatry."

Then there was another long silence. Only the "click" sound of the keyboard echoed in the room. After the jazz music gradually became weak, Batman's breathing became more obvious. Jiao

"If you really feel embarrassed, you can bring the child who is giving you a headache. You must first determine whether the part that is giving you a headache is caused by brain disease, and then consider psychotherapy and emotional counseling."

Schiller said while typing, and then he said casually: "I am writing an article about adolescent psychology, which may be helpful to this. I mean his help to me."

"You want me to let my child be your guinea pig." Another affirmative sentence, with some elusive sarcasm and absurdity.

"Believe me, many people would love it." As always, calm and confident, and unbelievable arrogance.

The atmosphere fell silent again, so it seemed that the loud "bang" after a few seconds was particularly harsh.

The two people in the room were instantly alert, but what surprised both of them was that the first object they were alert to was not the other party. Their intuition told them that it was impossible for the other party to do it.

For them, this was very outrageous, which meant that in the past, they were indeed completely relaxed, not treating each other as imaginary enemies for a second, and not being vigilant at all. This can be called incredible.

But it is obvious that the source of the sound now attracts them more. Schiller first looked up at the second floor. He took his hands off the keyboard, stood up and walked towards the stairs. Batman did not stop him.

Schiller walked to the window on the second floor, facing the Gotham River. He leaned slightly and looked out the window.

But the next second, there was a "crash". The glass was broken, a fist stretched out, and then a strong figure jumped directly into the house.

Schiller stood by the window frame and watched the uninvited guest quietly, but Batman could not calm down, because when he looked up, he saw a bright red hood slowly walking out of the darkness.

Batman almost covered his forehead.

"Hello, sir, I think there is something wrong with the design of your uniform. The eye holes are too small, which will cause you to be unable to tell where the door is. After I reminded you, do you plan to go again?" Schiller asked in a joking tone.

But the other party was obviously not someone who could understand gentlemanly humor. He just turned his head and said to Schiller very rudely: "Shut up and hand over the criminal!" Jiao

"I remind you that it's best not to go any further." Schiller still said in a gentle tone: "If you take another step forward, you will see what you fear most."

"Do you want to scare me?"

The other party didn't appreciate it at all and strode forward. At this angle, he could just see Batman standing on the first floor and looking up at him through the railing of the second-floor patio.

"Whoosh", the leg that stepped out was retracted, just like a stuck game, the uninvited guest who broke in was blocked back to the window, holding the windowsill with both hands. Even through the mask, it can be seen that his expression is like seeing a ghost.

"I warned you." Schiller said.

"Stay away from him." Batman's voice came from the first floor.

The young man with the red hood spread his hands and said, "What the hell? Batman? Shouldn't you be patrolling on the other side of the river now? And who is he? Why should I stay away from him?"

"He said it to me." Schiller silently took a step back, looking like he was afraid, but in fact he made way for the intruder to go to the first floor.

"Well, no matter what you are doing, you'd better hand over the damn killer who ran here!" The other party's voice was very hoarse, and his pronunciation and articulation had a sense of street violence. In short, he was playing East Coast.

"Who is the killer you are talking about?"

"Of course it's the damn bastard killer who wanted to assassinate City Council Speaker Miguel Gwadarup! He ran away after slashing people, but he didn't expect to meet me, and he even wanted to hide here. He has no way to escape!"

"Stay away from him." Batman repeated the sentence again, but this time it was obviously not said to Schiller, but the target of his warning didn't understand it at all, and his eyes just stared at Schiller fiercely through the mask.

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to correct your wording. An attempted murderer is not called a killer, let alone a murderer."

"Why are you so nosy?" Jiao

"Because this is my house."

"But you can't use it to cover up criminals! Tell me what you saw! Even if Batman is here, you can't hide anything from the case I'm investigating, otherwise I'll let you know how powerful I am!"

"Okay, after the loud noise, I only saw you, because your red hood is too conspicuous, and I think the murderer thinks so too."

"What did you say?!" The other party raised his voice, obviously thinking that Schiller was mocking him. He raised his fist and hit the railing at the edge of the patio hard. With a "click", the railing broke directly.

"See? This is like your cervical spine later, if you talk nonsense to me again!"

Schiller seemed a little helpless. He took another step back. This posture can be called cowardly, but Batman rushed to the second floor at a brisk pace and stood at the corner of the patio.

"Back off!" Batman said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Red Hood exclaimed because Batman said this to him. Schiller smiled and said, "The fire in the fireplace is not so warm. I think I should add more wood and make it hotter. This will benefit everyone."

After that, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs. Batman looked at his back and said in a warning tone, "Stop, come back!"

Schiller stopped, and Batman turned to Red Hood and said, "Go back to where you came from. Don't make me say it again."

"Are you going to cover up criminals with him and this inexplicable outsider? Batman, are you eager to admit that you are a coward?"

Red Hood always speaks with sarcasm, no matter the tone Still the words, the listeners are very uncomfortable. Batman was about to speak, but the Red Hood immediately interrupted him before he could speak, saying:

"You clearly heard me say that an assassin attempted to murder the city council speaker, but you are not in a hurry at all, and you still want to reason with people. Get out of the way. No matter how hard his mouth is, I can pry it open!" Pepper

"Where did this guy come from?" Hal asked in confusion while looking at the screen: "He is rampaging in Gotham like this, and he can still live today? Could Batman be his sugar daddy?"

The expression on Barry's face was about to burst, but he was still trying hard to endure it. A hand patted his shoulder, which scared him. He turned his head to look at Bruce's expression and swallowed his saliva.

"I can't say it." Barry covered his mouth tightly and said, "Otherwise, I will be in big trouble in the future of this universe."

"If you don't say it, you will be in big trouble now." Bruce said very confidently.

"He seems to know Batman, but there seems to be a certain age difference. Could he be an adopted son?" Clark frowned and began to reason: "But I have seen Dick. He is a very polite child, very similar to Bruce. How could he speak so rudely?"

"I don't think he is an adopted son." Diana expressed a negative opinion: "The Wayne family can never raise an adopted son with the temperament of a street gangster.

"Perhaps you often hear that the children of a big family are very rebellious and do not do serious things, but the rebellion of the young masters and the gangsters are completely different. The temperament is completely different. Obviously, this guy wearing a red hood is a gangster from the bottom of the family, and he has nothing to do with the rich life of the Wayne family."

Hal and Constantine both thought it made sense, so they nodded. Constantine supported his head with his right hand and said: "I guess. Maybe Batman saved him. A gangster who was framed on a rainy night was rescued by the great Dark Knight. From then on, he took the right path and took it as his responsibility to solve criminals. Although the means were rough, his heart was good. "

The others nodded in agreement, thinking that the detailed scene described by Constantine was very convincing. After all, there were not many strangers so far, and even fewer masked ones. If there was such a person in Gotham now, they would definitely know him, at least Constantine, who wandered the streets every day, should know him.

But at this time, the expressions of several people changed. The first one to open his mouth was Harley. The little girl did not infer from words and deeds. She simply had a more developed hearing than others, so she felt that the voice was a little familiar.

Next was Jason, because as the Red Hood walked forward, his figure entered the light, and Jason saw the familiar hood, which was different but basically the same.

And finally, it was Bruce. He suddenly had a bad premonition. He tightened his hand on Barry's shoulder and just wanted to open his mouth to ask Barry not to say that name, but Barry still gave in out of fear.

"Jason Todd - he is Jason, and also the Red Hood!"

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