Chapter 794: Deadly Joke (Twenty-One)

In the end, Bruce did not choose to go back to Selina's newly rented house with her, because he felt that if he stayed any longer, even if he would not go into shock due to gastroenteritis, he might go into shock due to high blood pressure.

When he was in love with Selina, Bruce had imagined several times what kind of environment she lived in and what kind of growth experience could shape her such a charming personality?

At that time, Bruce did not have a clear concept of the East District. He had sympathy for everyone here, including Catwoman.

Then when he came here, he realized that he was the one who needed sympathy, and Selina lived very well here.

She was like a fish swimming in a shallow bay. Every grain and stone in this small pond could not escape her eyes. Where to rent a house, how to take a ride, how to find a job, how to buy things... These things that Bruce needed to spend time to slowly explore seemed unusually easy to her.

Of course, this was because Bruce had only been here for less than two months, and Selina had been here for 20 years, but men always had extra self-esteem when facing women, especially when facing their girlfriends.

Moreover, the truths Selina told him made him realize that he was really cheated, but at the same time, it also made him feel confused.

He didn't hear any cries for help here, and no one complained to him about how miserable life was here.

If other strangers were because they couldn't show weakness to others, Bruce recalled that Selina, who was very close to him, had never said a bad word about the slums.

This was actually incredible, because Selina was a lucky girl who had moved from the slums to the upper class. Since she fell in love with Bruce, she had been to all the high-end restaurants in Gotham and even the entire East Coast. Every time she went out, she stayed in the most upscale hotels, with cars picking her up and dropping her off, and servants and security guards never left her side.

She was like a real socialite of noble birth, who had seen the prosperity of the world full of material desires. Bruce had imagined listening to the fragile part of Selina's heart and her unbearable past. He also wondered if Selina's alienation from him was because she realized the difference in their class.

But today, Bruce found that Selina had never felt inferior because of his background. After enjoying the most luxurious life in the world, she could still live well in the slums.

This is actually very strange, isn't it? Bruce thought that people struggled all their lives just to strive for the top and create a better living environment for themselves, and it was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After living in Wayne Manor, even the best house in the living hell looked like a shabby shed.

But Selina didn't hate it at all. She had no intention of letting Bruce Wayne take her away. Bruce even had an illusion that Selina seemed to like life here more.

What is there to like here?

This question made Bruce feel confused, because his experience here was very rough, so he thought that people here should be like hell.

But the fact is that when he regained a slightly more objective mentality and was no longer controlled by emotions, he found that people here were not actually negative, and even to some extent, they could be called optimistic. …

The smile they showed might not be a bitter smile, but a smile from the heart.

This once again shook Bruce's view. He felt that he would still struggle with this problem for a long time, and he had to stay here to find a real answer.

But soon, he had new troubles.

After Constantine, Gordon, Harvey, Alfred and Selina, a person who should have found this place faster finally found it, that is Schiller.

It was a night when Bruce was still wandering. Schiller received a call in his sleep. The caller was Victor.

Victor's first words were: "Schiller, I want to tell you a piece of news, but you must not be angry, really, calm down, don't be angry..."

At that time, Schiller was just about to fall asleep, and being woken up by the phone made him a little angry, but because it was Victor who called, he could bear it, but then, the news Victor said made Schiller a little furious.

Victor told him that his former proud student Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman, missed classes for a month in a row and missed the first round of internships after Schiller relaxed his requirements.

I believe that those who have been teachers, parents, and even older brothers and sisters understand that the most annoying thing is that you thought this naughty child had improved a little and finally understood things, but he turned around and made you a bigger mess.

Even at Gotham University, missing classes for a month is a big deal. If there were students other than Bruce who missed classes for a month, the teacher could almost write a death certificate for him with his eyes closed. But the one who missed classes for a month was Batman.

Although Schiller wanted to write a death certificate for him very much, his reason told him that Batman was unlikely to die, and he would not die for a full month.

Although Schiller didn't want to admit it, Batman had made a lot of progress. In addition to his previous fighting skills and inventions, he also made a little progress in dealing with people and emotional intelligence.

The external environment of Gotham became a little more peaceful because of Schiller's various interferences. Everyone was busy making money and no one cared about Batman.

With the right time, place and people, the possibility of Batman's death was too small. So since he didn't die, why didn't he go to class?

With such questions, Schiller found Bruce, who was extremely haggard, in the East District.

The moment he saw him, Schiller felt that he might have seen it wrong, and deliberately let the gray fog adjust his visual cells to ensure that he did not have hallucinations.

When Schiller and Bruce met on the street, Bruce was wearing a gray coat, his trouser legs were full of mud spots, his rain boots were different colors, and the umbrella he was holding had three broken ribs.

What is even more peculiar is his appearance now, with a full beard, medium-length hair that almost touches his shoulders, sunken cheeks, and a large burn scar from the side of his neck to his cheekbone. His entire face is corroded by chemical dyes.

Looking at this image, Schiller almost shouted "Joker" until he used his spiritual vision to confirm that this was Bruce, Bruce Wayne, a man who was called Batman more than a month ago. …

The two looked at each other in silence.

Schiller speculated that Bruce might have done something, but facing such a Bruce, Schiller still didn't know what to say.

He stood there for at least two minutes before walking in front of Bruce. He knocked on the ground in front of Bruce's feet with his umbrella and said:

"Or, you should go back to write your paper."

Bruce was also stunned. He didn't expect that the first sentence the professor said in less than two months would be this sentence.

Bruce never expected to hear anything good from Schiller. This professor hated everyone in the world equally.

His language logic was based on the fact that everyone owed him 18 million. His language style was to break the defense of everyone who spoke to him equally. No one was immune.

Bruce was sure that this was the mildest sentence he had heard since he met Schiller. He didn't even mention skipping classes or not handing in homework.

Schiller sighed and said, "No matter how you got yourself into this state, no matter what you are struggling with now, you can always go back to school to study. It's a good place for everyone, including you, Batman."

"Thank you, but I don't want to go back." When Bruce said this, he felt tinnitus.

"Where do you want to go?" Schiller asked with a frown.

"I want to stay here, stay in the slums, and live here."

Schiller looked around. This was a very chaotic street in the East District. Until now, people would still stick their heads out of the dark alleys, aiming their greedy eyes at every living thing here.

"Why do you want to stay here?" Schiller asked again.

"Because I want to know what it's like to live in the slums." Bruce answered very straightforwardly again, and this style was concise and precise, which was completely unlike him.

"Slum life?" Schiller frowned and showed a puzzled expression, but Bruce took the initiative to speak:

"Professor, have you lived in the slums? Do you know what life is like here?"

Schiller paused and began to search in the archives of his thinking tower.

He was sure that he had not lived in any slums. In his previous life, he studied step by step and had never left the big city since graduation. Although the overall conditions at that time were not very good, it was definitely not a slum.

After coming to the two worlds here, in the DC world, Schiller has been living in Gotham University, and then bought a manor. These two places are far away from the so-called slums, and the closest time he was to the slums was living in Hell's Kitchen in Marvel New York.

But in fact, it can't be considered a slum, it's more like a gang gathering place, but the security is poor, and the living conditions are not bad.

Indeed, it was once the most famous slum in Manhattan, but that was a long time ago. Now. Hell's Kitchen is very close to Manhattan's business district, and the commuting time is only a few dozen minutes. It can be said to be a prime location. Even Stark can't call it a slum now.

Now it is 1990. Even in the relatively wealthy East Coast, there are many slums. The slums in Gotham can be said to be the guest and the host. Other cities are mostly normal areas, and slums are pendants, while in Gotham, normal areas and rich areas are pendants.

"What do you want to say?" Schiller looked at Bruce and asked.

"Do you know how difficult it is to live in a slum?" Bruce asked. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a very puzzled expression on the face of the professor opposite him, and then he heard Schiller ask in a very puzzled tone:

"Is it difficult to live in a slum? What's the difficulty?"

Then, in Schiller's shocked eyes, Bruce showed an extremely stiff smile. Although the smile was very shallow and looked like crying, he still smiled.

A somewhat stiff expression flashed by, and Schiller slowly opened his mouth and said: "I'm not worried about the slums. I'm more worried about your mental state now..."

"But I want to stay here and won't go anywhere." Bruce said: "If you want to treat me, you can only stay here."

Schiller pursed his lips and said: "You mean, you don't want to go to class, and you want to drag me to skip class. Aren't you a little too much, Bruce?"

"Besides, what's so difficult about living in the slums? Can it be harder than thesis? You've almost finished revising the thesis, and you can't handle the slums?"

Bruce looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "Are you going to try?"

Schiller was really confused, and he said: "You're not serious, are you? Do you really think that living in a place like this is harder than living in the upper class?"

Then he sighed and said: "Well, most students are going to internships anyway, so I'll stay here for a while."

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