Chapter 1431 New Arkham (Part 2)

"I should have told you that you've been expelled, right?" Schiller put down the file, looked up at Bruce and said, "And I don't teach anymore."

"I don't know why you're no longer a professor," Bruce said, but Jonathan laughed sharply, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "You don't think it's because of you? Of course not! He taught you for four years and didn't resign."

Bruce frowned slightly, Jonathan turned his body back and said, "Because the shredder in his office is broken."

Bruce looked at Schiller, who continued to write with his head down, and said, "This means that I have to let the terrible academic garbage I received from my students stay in my office overnight. Compared with this, I would rather provide some psychotherapy for the lunatics all over Gotham. Assistance."

Jonathan laughed wildly, and the words "gloating" were written on his face, but Schiller was completely indifferent. He finally finished writing the information on hand, looked up at the two people and said, "Let's go if there is nothing else. I have an appointment with patients."

Jonathan laughed and put one hand on Bruce's shoulder. Bruce subconsciously grabbed his wrist. Jonathan pulled his thin arm back flexibly, shrugged and said, "Come on, rich man, I will tell you how the poor shredder broke down."

After Jonathan and Bruce left, Schiller stared at the door for a long time without saying a word until the doorbell rang again. Schiller looked down at his watch, adjusted his collar and tie, walked up and opened the door. A man and a woman were standing outside the door.

"Good evening, Mrs. Freese, it's nice to see you again."

Schiller and the woman in light sportswear hugged each other gently, and the woman smiled and said, "Just call me Nora."

"Okay, please come in."

Schiller held the door and stepped aside to let Nora and Victor come in. Victor looked around Schiller's new office, as if looking for a place to stay.

"Come here." Schiller walked to the sofa area with a tray and put the kettle and cup on the table, while Victor held Nora's back and let her sit on the sofa, and then he walked to the single sofa on the other side and sat down.

"You said you were glad to see me again, but this is my first time seeing you." Nora spoke, her voice was still a little weak, but she still had a smile on her face. She continued, "But I am very familiar with your voice. You accompanied Victor in many nights in the laboratory, and I remember every word you talked about."

"My pleasure, ma'am." Schiller placed the water cup in front of Nora and said, "How does it feel to regain the ability to move?"

Nora did not show much excitement, she just pursed her lips and said, "I feel a little confused."

"Because the current medical level does not seem to be able to cure your disease?" Although Schiller was speculating, his tone was very certain.

So Nora's confusion turned into worry. She looked at Schiller and said, "Doctor, you must tell me the truth. What did my husband do to revive me?"

Victor opened his eyes slightly, tightened his grip on the handrail, and then looked at Schiller. Schiller was still expressionless. He looked at Nora and said, "He did a lot of research."

"Doctor, you don't have to lie to me. I am also a cryogenics scientist. I know very well that even if all the equipment in the cryogenic laboratory plays their role, it is not enough for me to control my limbs in a way that I have never experienced before. This is not the scope of cryogenics or neurology at all."

"Madam, some things don't need to be so clear." Schiller lowered his head slightly, supported his forearms on his knees and said, "Your disease has a perfect treatment plan. You have regained your ability to move and can stay with your husband forever. This is good for everyone."

"But if my husband does something illegal, no matter who he is for, I will never accept it!" Nora's eyes were firm. She Looking at Schiller, he said, "If it's for me, I would rather lie back down."

"Ma'am, I admire your sense of justice, and I assure you that Victor has never done anything unjust, so you don't have to worry."

Victor's fingers gradually loosened, and Nora seemed to be relieved. She took a sip of water from the water cup and said, "This is simply a miracle. I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming."

"Then tonight might be a good time to confirm this." Schiller smiled and said, "What you should have is a candlelight dinner, not psychotherapy."

"We just want to see you." Victor said, "I think the first thing we should do when we reunite is to come and see you."

Victor didn't make his words very clear, but Schiller understood what he meant. He stood up and made a gesture of seeing him off, and said, "We've finished looking. It happens that the branch of Cobblepot Restaurant is opening today. I'll call it and reserve a seat for you two."

"It's really not necessary, doctor. You've done too much for us."

"Just think of it as you guys going to support me." Schiller walked towards the phone without saying anything. Victor sat next to Nora and hugged her tightly. Nora leaned her head on his chest and let out a long sigh.

After leaving Arkham Hospital, Bruce drove back to Wayne Manor. He walked very slowly from the gate to the main entrance. Seeing Alfred greet him at the door, he smiled, but it was not warm, but seemed a little excited.

Alfred helped him take off his coat. Bruce moved his shoulders and reached out to adjust his tie. Then he heard a gust of wind behind him. He instinctively dodged to the side. With a "bang", a black shadow pounced on the sofa.

"Jason, you're done!" A sharp female voice came, and another small figure passed by like a tornado, "whoosh" and jumped onto the sofa, pinching the neck of the previous figure.

Jason jumped up and got rid of Harley's grip. He reached out his right hand to the side, grabbed the pillow and threw it on Harley's head, turned around and ran away, cursing as he ran: "You damn crazy woman! I don't have time to play with you, I still have to do my homework!"

"Stupid idiot who only knows how to study, give me back my baseball!"

"I didn't take your baseball, it was Tim who took it and framed me, you damn idiot!"

"Who do you say is an idiot?!"

The two children pushed and shoved each other and fought in a ball. After all, Harley was once a middle-class child, and she couldn't compare with Jason, a child king who fought every day. She found that she couldn't beat Jason, so she "whoosh" rushed to Bruce's back.

Jason was a little crazy, chasing her and throwing a pillow at her, and the pillow hit Bruce's face directly.

Bruce's face darkened instantly, and he growled, "Enough!"

But Jason and Harley ignored him, and they chased each other, running farther and farther, running out of the main hall and into the back garden.

As Bruce took a step, he heard a shout from upstairs: "Bruce, you're back! I have a question for you."

He looked up and saw Dick waving at him. Bruce turned his head and looked at Jason and Harley playing in the garden. He took a deep breath, walked up the stairs and smiled at Dick and said, "What question? Let me see, I'll help you solve it."

But Dick was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Bruce and said in a daze: "You help me solve it? Why do you want to help me solve it?"

"Don't you know how to do it?"

"But if you help me solve it, it will be cheating. I mean you explain it to me and I can do it myself. Let's go to the bedroom."

After that, Dick reached out and pulled Bruce into his bedroom. He sat down next to the desk and moved a chair for Bruce. However, the two chairs in his room were for teenagers, and Bruce, an adult male, was a bit crowded when sitting in.

Bruce frowned, trying to endure the discomfort in his waist. He looked at Dick's homework and said, "Which question? Let me explain it to you."

Dick pointed at the homework book. Bruce took a look and found that it was a very simple math problem. A trace of impatience flashed between his eyebrows, but he still briefly explained the steps. However, Dick pointed to the next question again, and Bruce could only continue to explain it to him.

Dick pointed out five or six questions in a row, and Bruce couldn't help but said, "You don't even know such simple questions?!"

Then he found that his tone was a little heavier, he took a deep breath and said, "I mean I have something to do tonight, you do it yourself first, I'll come back and tell you."

Dick showed a disappointed expression, but Bruce had already stood up and walked to the door. Dick turned to look at him and asked, "What do you want?"

Bruce paused with his hand on the door frame, turned to look at Dick, and said in a mysterious tone: "There is still a lot of justice waiting to be done in this city, isn't it?"

Dick was stunned for a moment, smacked his lips and said, "Oh, you are going to be Batman, then go ahead, I'll do it myself."

After that, he turned back, but Bruce was slightly stunned by his attitude, but didn't think too much. When he walked out, he saw another little boy sitting on the sofa, and Bruce felt a dull pain in his forehead.

"Hey, Bruce, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going..." Bruce dragged out a long tone, but said nothing. Tim, who was sitting on the sofa, blinked and said, "Do you want to use the car? If not, I'll take Elsa for a ride."

"You want to drive the Batmobile?"

Hearing this question, Tim frowned and said, "Yes, have you forgotten? Elsa only likes the Batmobile."

"But you..." Bruce paused again, but still waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's up to you. I'm going to the basement and may not come back tonight."

After speaking, Bruce walked towards the door of the basement impatiently. Before he was halfway there, with a "bang", the door was knocked open. Clark rushed in and walked out holding Bruce's arm.

"Hurry, Bruce, it's urgent! The angle of the photo I took of you a week ago is wrong and can't be used. Hurry up and put on the bat armor. Let's go to the roof to take another photo!"

Bruce's eyes widened. Before he could retort, another figure rushed in. The black-haired princess grabbed Bruce's other arm and said, "Bruce Wayne, what's your memory?! Didn't you say you would go to the base today? Do you know how much work you haven't done? Hal and I will wait for you until the end of time!"

"Diana, let him go. He must take the photos now, otherwise he won't be able to catch up with tomorrow's headlines! The editor-in-chief will scold me to death!"

"Is your lousy gossip more important, or is the safety of the earth more important?!" Diana roared.

"But the earth is not in danger now, and if I can't hand in the photos, I will be in danger!"

Clark pulled Bruce after he finished speaking, and Bruce let out an instinctive cry of pain, but Diana was not to be outdone. She pulled Bruce to her side and said, "I made an agreement with him first, so he should come with me!"

Just then, there was another "bang" at the door, and Thomas Wayne, who was full of coldness, walked in and roared at Bruce.

"Bruce Wayne, you are a disgrace to the Wayne family! You were expelled by your university professor?!"

Let me put a little idiot trap here