Chapter 1280: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (Twenty)

"Why do I feel that you have some self-doubt?" Schiller took out the tea bag that came with the lunch box and said while reading the information on it. 稩

"This is not called self-doubt." Although Jason still put his arms on the back of the chair a little unreasonably, he still picked up the chopsticks a little clumsily, as if he was a little curious about this special tableware. He shook his head and continued: "Your medical fees are quite amazing, but Batman is also very rich."

"I heard that he was funded by Bruce Wayne. Does Bruce Wayne know that he gave this money to his adopted son for psychological counseling?"

Jason was choked and muttered a little: "That's his own business. Besides, I don't need psychological counseling. It's completely unnecessary..."

Before Schiller spoke, Jason said before him: "I don't know if Batman told you... Forget it, I know how he describes My, a poor little thing who came back from the dead, tortured and full of grievances, come on, I have forgotten those things long ago!"

"In the past few years. Batman took me to meet many people, including so-called experts and scholars like you. When they heard that I had been abused by a madman, they started to say some terms I couldn't understand, such as traumatic disorder, stress response, etc...."

"The way they looked at me really made me unbearable. If you ask me, you outsiders are so hypocritical. Why don't you give everything that everyone in the world encounters a name like mental illness? It won't be long before you will be richer than the assholes on Wall Street!"

"You mean, we are creating diseases?" Schiller brought He poured a cup of hot coffee and placed it in front of Jason. Jason nodded and said, "Most of your diagnoses are groundless. I am living well and will live better." 稩

"I can see that you don't like Batman taking you to see these people." Schiller took a sip of coffee and said, "But it's not because you don't like doctors, or you don't like them a little, but it can also be classified as maladaptive."

"But in fact, the main reason for your disgust is that Batman takes you to see a doctor, as if to say that you have become his weakness, but this is not the case. You are not that fragile, so the doctor's earnest advice sounds more like pointing fingers to you."

"You are somewhat self-aware."

"I live for this."

Jason didn't seem to expect Schiller to answer like this. He put one leg on the other, and his feet were almost level with the dining table. But suddenly he put his legs down again, looked at Schiller and said, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why do you think I should be angry? Did you wipe the soles of your shoes on the door before entering, or did you handle the chair with care?"

"Are you trying to praise me?"

"That's what I meant, Jason. You want to tell the world that trauma is a person's experience, but not a person's label. Trauma can stay in the real world for a short time or exist in memory for a long time, but no one can live a lifetime with the injuries they have suffered..."

"Are you really a foreigner?" Jason asked with some doubts.

Schiller ate his breakfast by himself, not caring that Jason didn't touch the food on the table. He just said to himself: "You are like everyone else in this city. You are extra strong because of too much suffering. You are also like the people here. You hate others to treat you as a weak person."

"But if Batman really lets go, will you feel better?" Schiller smiled, took a sip of soup and said: "When I said Batman was your adoptive father, you were still very happy, right? When you saw the amazing bill, you were shocked and complained."

"You are worried that Batman was cheated of money. You think that no matter how rich he is, he can't be so extravagant. You regard his things as your own, unconsciously get close to him, and at the same time feel a little guilty."

Schiller sighed softly and said: "Maybe you don't realize that you were born in poverty, so you cherish things. Although you always act justified, you don't think that everything you enjoy now is justified..."

"Psychologists always have their own way "You can make sense no matter what you say. This is your ability to make money. You have honed it countless times and it has been engraved in your bones." "Do you think I am wrong?" "Everyone in this world has a set of reasons that can make sense, otherwise he will not continue to live." Jason stood up from the chair and paced to the sofa, saying as he walked: "Even the unreasonable lunatics in Gotham have their own reasons." "The difference is that some people use the things that convince themselves to convince others, while some people use the things provided by others to convince themselves. These are two completely different people. Psychologists are the former." "However, those psychological theories that exist in books have not become truths just because of their large number or long existence." "The people who summed up these truths may not have experienced these things. In terms of persuading others, one person made up a set of reasons to convince others, and others repeated it ten thousand times, and it became the truth. "

"But if you are not convinced by them, you are abnormal, stingy, not paying attention to mental health, poor and short-sighted."

"People use secular standards of pain to judge whether you are suffering, give you pity and persuade you to get treatment, and then someone like you comes and stands from another perspective and says that I am right and that I am special."

Jason looked back at Schiller and said, "But in essence, what you care about is the process of 'persuasion'. Others listen to your reasoning and bring you wealth, status and satisfaction."

"Everyone around me says that I am not good at listening. When I meet a criminal, I will only swing my fist because I know that persuading others is a part of your life. Cut off this part and you will become as boring as the fluff on the carpet."

"If you lose the goal of persuading others and getting others to agree with you, you will have nothing to say."

"And it just so happens that I am very good at leaving others speechless." Jason said, hugging his arms and shaking his head.

"You can't convince me, not because you don't have enough knowledge, not because what you say doesn't make sense, but I already knew that the best way to avoid being persuaded is that as long as you don't use your brain to think, no matter how reasonable the reason is, it's just a pile of shit."

Schiller paused for a moment, but soon he continued to pick up the chopsticks and put food on the plate, and said:

"Convincing others is the job of a psychologist. I use this skill to make money, and I can make a lot of money. I can even earn two sets of clothes, a watch, priceless cufflinks and a whole house from Batman..."

"Swoosh", Jason He sat back opposite Schiller and stared at him with his eyes wide open: "...How did you do it?"

"I found out that what you are interested in is not making money, but making money from Batman. Is his money that hard to make?"

"It seems that you don't know Batman very well." Jason exhaled through his nose and continued: "All the charlatans I have seen were beaten up by him because they were not professional enough and wanted to cheat money!"

"You are the first person I have seen who can cheat so many things from Batman. Even if you are a liar, it is amazing enough." Jason leaned forward and seemed very interested.

"This is my secret. If others hear it..."

Jason smiled, stood up with his arms folded, walked to Schiller's side and bent down, as if he wanted Schiller to teach him in a low voice.

The next second, the sound of "click" of loading the gun sounded, and the black muzzle of the gun was against Schiller's temple. Jason lowered his head and said, "You want me to get close to you so that you can do something to me, right?" 稩

"You misunderstood. I can't do anything to you. There is no need and no opportunity."

"Don't think I don't know that you cunning criminals are best at using words to shake people's psychology, let others relax their vigilance, and then seize the opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow. I won't be fooled by you!"

"I'm telling the truth." Schiller put down his arm, gently pushed the chair back, and stood up against the wall, while Jason's gun was always pointed at his head.

"Batman, did you see that? Your adopted son is just as vigilant as you are. Even if you didn't install more than 560 cameras, more than 200 eavesdropping devices, more than a dozen self-aiming micro sniper rifles, three huge bombs with precise controllable range, and an electric shock device that connects the entire floor, he wouldn't be in danger."

Jason heard footsteps behind him and turned around. Seeing Batman appear on the second floor, the young man wearing a red hood seemed a little angry. He shouted, "I don't need your protection!"

After that, he snorted coldly and strode to the door. Schiller watched his movements quietly and said, "Your performance is not very natural, and I'm not the kind of criminal who would take hostages. You don't have to try to distance yourself and reach the best shooting position."

Jason paused, and Schiller sat back in his original position as if he didn't notice anything. Batman walked down the stairs and said to Jason, "Go, go and investigate the case of attacking the city council speaker that day."稩

"Are you going to stay here?" Jason turned around and asked him.

"Yes, I have some personal matters to discuss with this professor."

"Personally, how many clothes are in your closet?" Jason retorted without showing any weakness.

"Jason, psychological counseling is charged by the hour. The price of staying one more second is probably..."

"Goodbye!"

After Jason left, Batman sat down on the seat opposite him. He looked very relaxed, at least more relaxed than Jason.

"You know me so well. It seems that you know me from another universe. What is your relationship?"

"Teacher and student."

"A simple teacher-student relationship is not enough for you to know my living habits, let alone my manners and style of speech." Batman shook his head and said, "Then can you tell me whether it is lucky or unlucky for the Batman in that world to meet you?"

"Luckier than you, and luckier than Jason."

Instantly, Bruce's hand that was tightly gripping the armrest of the chair in the theater loosened, and blood flowed down the white fingertips, adding a long-lost blood color to the bleeding part.

"Jason in your universe..."

"He was not broken by the Joker and then exploded to death." Schiller said this tragedy very bluntly, but Batman's fingertips slowly tightened.

Jason in the theater began to look a little pale, but soon, Bruce pulled his arm, asked him to sit down, and gently patted his back.稩

Just when Batman was about to say something, Schiller suddenly put down the cutlery in his hand, looked into Batman's eyes, and said very sincerely: "Thank you for everything you provided me, including decent clothes, food and housing, so that I don't have to live on the streets."

"Thank you for our mutual understanding, tacit cooperation, and spiritual confrontation, which makes me feel fulfilled and interesting."

"And in order to thank you for these, I can do one thing for you..." Schiller dragged out the tail tone, Batman looked at him silently, seemingly not caring, but the next second, Schiller's words made his heart tighten.

"I can help Jason get revenge."

"No, you can't."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it."

"You can't do it."

"I can."

"I won't help you."

"It doesn't matter."

"Don't go and die."

After Schiller finished the last bite of his meal, he stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at Batman. In the dim light with shadows floating, the man's divinity and evil were perfectly integrated.

He was elegant, decent, and had nothing to do with the word crazy, but when his voice sounded, Batman felt the long-lost chill.

"In your eyes, the Joker represents madness, and I will let you understand what is... crazier than madness."

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