Chapter 1278: A Pair of Solitary Shadows (XVIII)

Jason, standing in the middle of the theater seats, opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it. Before he could say anything, Bruce's voice came from behind: "That's not you, just like this me is not me." Bridge

Jason turned his head and saw the eyes that looked particularly blue under the light of the screen. He opened his mouth and seemed to be distracted. After a while, he lowered his eyes and said: "No, maybe that will be my future self."

"No matter how romantic the inspirational stories written in books are, they will not happen to ordinary people. I will not wear a tie to work on Wall Street."

"I will just be like an ordinary member of the Gotham Kids Gang, waiting to be selected by the gang. The best result is to rush into the office of the previous leader with a gun and kill him, and then take that position myself."

Barry felt his heart being tugged hard. He regretted it the moment he spit out that name. But he knew Jason would see it sooner or later. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he was in a trance for a moment and couldn't help whispering: "And the worst result..."

"No, Jason, that's not you." Barry immediately turned his head to look at the little boy and said: "Everything that happened to him has nothing to do with you. You are far away from each other, farther than the universe is from the universe. No matter what you heard, it's just a story."

Bruce stared at Barry with a burning gaze. He understood Barry's implication, but Barry seemed to be relieved. He said: "No, it's okay. Batman won't tell it, at least not in front of him. It's okay..."

Bruce slowly retracted his gaze. He had expected that a terrible tragedy might happen to Jason in another universe. The irritability and aggressiveness in him came not only from his experience of hanging around on the streets. Bridge

He remembered a sentence that morbidity said, only trapped beasts would show their fangs all the time. Uncontrolled display of aggression is a sign of insecurity and fear.

Bruce slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could already infer what kind of tragedy Jason had encountered. The dark road that Batman had taken was destined to have countless evil opponents who would do whatever it took and be despicable to the end.

When they found that Batman was invincible, they would naturally pour their madness on the people around him. Whenever Bruce thought of this, he almost began to tremble. Even if he only thought of this, the darkness hidden in his heart began to boil uncontrollably.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be for him when Alfred, Selina, Dick, Aisha, and even Jason and Tim, who had not lived with him for a long time, were hurt.

Is it really worth it?

Bruce's mind was circling with this question. He found that he began to not understand Batman's choice, but his reason told him that this kind of misunderstanding was normal. What surprised him was that when did he have a little bit of normality?

But the atmosphere on the screen and in the room became anxious. Batman wanted to persuade Jason to retreat, but the more he did so, the less willing Jason was to back down. Obviously, Schiller began to lose patience. Bridge

Schiller is not unwilling to adjust the relationship of the Bat Family, nor is he unable to do so. He can even easily point out why Jason has such violent behavior, what mistakes Batman has made in communication and how to correct them.

But the premise is. They should make an appointment first, then call before the appointment, come on time, and dress like civilized people, not crazy people in strange clothes.

Then sit down on the chair step by step, speak from two perspectives in turn, Schiller finds out the possible contradictions from their respective reactions, gives them suggestions, and makes an appointment for the next treatment.

In fact, this is not Schiller's pretentiousness. He has such a need because this treatment process has been tested thousands of times and is conducive to mental patients with poor mental state to stabilize and vent their inner emotions.

Like now, two weirdos in tights stand in a pile of broken glass. You intimidate him, he resists you, one exercises authority, and the other outputs emotions. It is not conducive to their relationship, and it also prevents psychiatrists from evaluating their mental state more rationally and objectively.

For Schiller, this is very important. If the environment and atmosphere do not meet the needs of the conversation, the deduced results may be biased. If the treatment is carried out with this bias, it is likely to cause bad consequences. He will never allow this to happen.

Schiller believes that perfect control of the atmosphere in one's own territory is a requirement of a psychologist's professional qualities. This is to ensure the accuracy of the results. This is the biggest difference between his and greedy practice styles. Bridge

For greed, he hopes that the conversation atmosphere is as relaxed as possible, and the patients should completely relax their vigilance. They can do whatever they want and say whatever they want. It doesn't matter if they throw a tantrum here. As long as there is a reaction, there is material for judgment.

But for arrogance, it is normal for patients who come here to go crazy and lose control in front of him and keep crying. If they are not sick, they don't need to come here.

But they can't destroy the atmosphere, let alone try to take over and control the initiative. If they really know how to create an atmosphere and can exercise the initiative well, they don't need to come here.

"Please go out." Schiller pointed at the window and said.

Red Hood and Batman were stunned at the same time. Obviously, Schiller's handling method was beyond their expectations.

Batman had experienced too many times. When he quarreled with his Robin, bystanders tried to mediate their conflicts. Many people also pointed out the root cause of the conflict between them. Some people tried to appease them or stood on one side to blame the other side.

This was the first time they encountered someone trying to drive them out when they quarreled. Bridge

"You..."

As soon as Red Hood uttered the first syllable, Batman directly pulled his arm on one side and pushed him out of the window that had just been broken. Outside the window was the ceiling of the garage on the first floor. Just now, Red Hood climbed up here first and then broke the window.

After Batman also went out of the window, Schiller stood by the window and said, "I'll wait for your appointment call."

Early the next morning, the sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door echoed in No. 125 Kazsova. Schiller walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing a silk shirt and tied a tie while walking out.

After tying his tie, he opened the door. Outside the door was a young man wearing a hoodie, but still wearing a mask. Although the hood completely covered his face, everyone could see that he must have a sour face, unwilling, and resistance written all over his body.

"Come in." Schiller said softly.

He opened the door, and the red hood looked up and down at the scene in the room. The scrutinizing look seemed to be looking for the secret compartment where Schiller hid the murder weapon or evidence of the crime. Bridge

When his eyes fell on the collection in the cabinet, Red Hood was about to make some unfriendly comments to take the initiative, but before that, Schiller walked towards the sofa and said:

"Last night, Batman called me and apologized to me for your unreasonable behavior last night and your action of breaking the glass of my house."

Red Hood's words were directly blocked back. He stood by the door and looked up and down at Schiller, snorted coldly and said: "... Just you?"

"Yes." Schiller turned and walked to the back door porch of the living room, opened the window and took the ordered breakfast from the windowsill, then put it on the table by the window and sat down.

While tying his napkin, Schiller said: "In fact, Batman knew that the criminal would come here."

"So why did the criminal come to you?" Red Hood walked to Schiller and sat down.

But Schiller observed a small detail. When Red Hood pulled the chair, he lifted it up and carried it back instead of dragging it back by the backrest, which prevented the chair legs from leaving scratches on the wooden floor and making a harsh sound. Bridge

At the same time, his feet did not leave any marks on the floor, which means that he must have wiped the soles of his shoes on the doormat, otherwise, the muddy ground of Gotham after the rain would not show him any mercy.

"Are you an accomplice of the murderer?" Red Hood asked.

"I'm Batman's accomplice." Schiller took out the dishes from the lunch box and said, "I ordered Cantonese-style morning tea for two people in Chinatown last night."

Red Hood was about to speak, and Schiller continued, "I told Batman to take care of your breakfast. After all, I haven't had time to thank him for giving me two sets of clothes and this house."

Red Hood's words were blocked again, and he had to ask, "How can you be Batman's accomplice? Why did Batman give you these things?"

The doubt in his tone was easy to understand. It was basically saying how could Batman have an accomplice? How could he give gifts to others?

"This is about the murderer you saw that day." Schiller slowly placed some strange-shaped plates and not very common food on the table. Bridge

Red Hood opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to take control of the initiative, but he was still involuntarily attracted by Schiller's measured movements, and began to guess where Schiller would put the next dish he took out of the lunch box.

"Obviously, my action of tracking down the murderer with Batman has angered the not-so-smart murderer. He wants to retaliate against me and alienate the alliance between me and Batman. The best way is to create a murder and frame me."

"Of course, it is too difficult to mislead Batman. He does not have such talent, so he can only settle for the next best thing. He has to find someone who is reckless, impulsive and not very talented as a detective to mislead him."

"What did you say?!" Red Hood raised his voice.

"Oh, you misunderstood. I'm not saying you're that kind of person."

"Maybe you just happened to run into the murderer. Among the countless murders in Gotham City, you just happened to run into him assassinating the speaker of the city council, and you just happened to stop him from committing the crime. It was just a coincidence that you didn't lose him in the chaotic night of Gotham and chased him all the way here."

"So, you must be a very cautious, restrained detective with a talent for reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance? I'm really sorry, may I know your name?" Bridge

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Harley was almost fainting from laughing in the theater. She was so out of breath that Diana thought she was about to choke to death. She had to pat her back to calm her down.

Jason pursed his lips, looking like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he seemed to be so angry that his chest was stuffy. He took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm not Tim. I don't have any detective talent. I just have a bad temper. What's wrong?!"

Harley laughed so hard that she fell off the chair. Diana had to pick her up and hold her in her arms, letting her lean on her. Looking at the overjoyed little girl in her arms, Diana couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

The chest of the Red Hood on the screen kept rising and falling. He exhaled a long breath, stared into Schiller's eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "You can call me Red Hood."

"Okay, Jason, Batman said this is your nickname."

"What is your relationship with Batman?!" The Red Hood stood up and slapped the table, saying loudly to Schiller: "Since I walked in, you have been calling me Batman, Batman, Batman, as if you are very familiar with each other?!" Bridge

"We are indeed very familiar." Schiller said slowly.

"Huh?!"

Schiller slowly picked up the cutlery, looked up at the Red Hood, and said slowly.

"All white shirts are placed in the middle grid on the far left of the wardrobe, colored shirts are placed in the grid below, and those with special materials are hung on the lower right side. The tie rolls are dark, light, diamond, and striped from left to right. When sleeping, they are used to lying flat and lying on the left side. The first thing to do when getting up is to use the right hand to smooth the hair on the forehead back..."

"Huh???!!!!"

Instantly, everyone in the theater looked at Bruce.

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