Chapter 2081 Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Five)

The worsted flannel fabric flashed a subtle light in the slightly cold and humid air of the Batcave with small movements.

Jason saw that the man who was dressed more like he should appear at a dinner party was very patiently explaining to Barbara about the Batman of another universe.

"Yes, they went to another universe, where Gotham is a flying city, but that didn't happen decades ago, but recently..."

"It's hard to imagine." Barbara shook her head and asked curiously, "Will they welcome Robin from another universe? Generally speaking, Batman doesn't like aliens coming to Gotham, and it shouldn't be possible for another universe."

"You know Batman very well, Miss, but if Batman needs extra help, there may be a chance." Schiller nodded and smiled, "Some time ago, that universe was invaded by the Emperor of Apokolips, and the children hoped to help him, and he also allowed them to make trouble under his nose."

Schiller spoke very slowly, and every word was pronounced clearly. When it reached the ears, a strange tone could be heard in the gap between the ups and downs of the voice, which made people feel stable and calm.

"That must be an amazing spectacle." Nightwing spread his hands and said, "I don't mean Gotham flying in the sky, but Batman who can handle two Bat families."

When he said this, he looked at the door to make sure that Batman was really gone and restored to his identity as Bruce Wayne. He didn't have time to check the surveillance equipment for the time being. When he thought of this, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"There's not that much difference between one and two." Schiller gently swung his arms outward and said, "Maybe he can accept a third one. If you're curious, I can ask him if he's willing to give you his contact information."

"No." Robin shook his head and said, "I don't know if he can accept a third Batman. Anyway, we can't accept a second Batman."

Schiller smiled, and Barbara nodded at Schiller and said, "I think you're a trustworthy psychologist, so we won't bother you. I hope you can feel at home during this time, and we'll do our best to do this."

"You're so polite, Miss." Schiller stepped aside to make way for Barbara. Barbara rocked her wheelchair and walked forward. At the moment she passed Schiller, she heard the man say, "If you really don't want to go out, you can stay a little longer. This is your home, isn't it?"

Barbara's hand holding the wheelchair armrest tightened instantly. She turned her head back to look at Schiller. Schiller still kept smiling, and his expression looked non-aggressive.

"I spent about the entire compulsory education period to get rid of my misconception that psychiatrists can read minds. Do you want to rewrite this perception, doctor?"

"Your anxiety is obvious, Miss Gordon. I don't think it requires mind reading. Considering what I know about the other Bat-family members, I guess you want to see your father."

Barbara kept turning her head, staring straight at Schiller, and then asked: "So what do you think, doctor?"

"Mr. Gordon will not blame you, but it is hard to say whether he will misunderstand Batman. If he finds out that Batman has left Gotham when he is angry, it will make this brave warrior look too much like a deserter."

"You mean, I shouldn't confess to him now?"

"Perhaps it would be better if all three of you were present." Schiller tapped his hand lightly on the table next to him and said, "Please don't forget, The two of them are also comrades who fight side by side, and even often they are each other's last support. "

"Your actions will not only affect your relationship with them, but also the relationship between them. Do you want them to lose a good friend each?"

"Of course not." Barbara turned her head back, sighed deeply and said, "But I'm not sure I can hide it until Batman comes back, and I don't want Batman to waste time for me."

"Too considerate of others." Schiller shook his head and continued, "But if you want to delay it, then pretend that you two are busy, maybe it will work."

"Thank you for your advice, doctor, I will contact you soon."

Barbara turned and left, Nightwing rubbed his nose with his hand and said, "Batman just sent me an address, which should be one of his safe houses. Do you need me to take you there?"

"Is there a car?" Schiller asked.

"Of course, there are two Batmobiles in the garage, but if you want a normal car, there is a Jaguar in the garage on the southeast side of the ground."

"Thank you, we can leave on our own."

Nightwing hesitated, but still said: "I don't mean anything else, I respect any doctor very much, but..."

He glanced at Jason as inconspicuously as possible, obviously saying that the problem might be with the patient, and he was just short of saying "Jason may not be willing to go with you."

At this time, Peter grabbed Nightwing's arm and said: "Leave professional matters to professionals, let's go."

Robin turned around without hesitation. In his opinion, if the psychiatrist couldn't even take Jason away from here, then the next treatment would probably have no effect.

Although he knew that this matter might not be so simple, and he had not yet figured out what Batman was up to, he decided to cooperate. More importantly, he had to keep an eye on Gotham during Batman's absence because he was the current Robin.

After the others left, only Schiller and Jason were left at the bottom of the Batcave. Jason sat at the innermost of the cell, with one leg on the side and one leg straight, his back pressed tightly against the wall. He stared at Schiller and said, "What are you doing?"

Schiller turned his back to him, and seemed to be writing something on a notepad. As the silence got longer and longer, Jason's uneasiness began to worsen.

The emotional ups and downs of this night had already exhausted him, and the nightmare before had further exacerbated the situation.

Jason had too many bad premonitions about this suddenly appearing psychiatrist, and anxiety always pointed to the same negative measures, that is, the urgent desire to turn unknown misfortunes into known ones.

No matter how many bad things there are, no matter how bad they can get, I will wait here to get the sense of security when the disaster strikes, "It doesn't matter, I already thought it would happen."

"I think you can relax, Jason." Schiller was still busy with his own things, seemingly debugging the equipment left by Batman for him, as if the work at hand took up most of his attention, and even the comfort was a little perfunctory.

"You must have done something." Jason slowly curled up his legs, took a deep breath and said, "No matter what method you used to gain Batman's trust, what he told you is not true. I am not sick."

"I don't have to see a doctor." Schiller's voice was still smiling, "Of course I can also not be a doctor. I don't think you need to decide the tone of our relationship so early, right?"

"Sweet talk." Jason obviously didn't intend to cooperate. He said in a slightly sharp tone: "In any case, Batman obviously misjudged you again. You are not a good person, and you can't be a good doctor."

"There is no necessary connection between the two." Schiller shook his head and concentrated on untying the wires on a bat device. "Batman thinks I am a kind and highly skilled doctor, and he is full of sympathy for your situation, so he hired me to treat you. You think this is what happened, right?"

Jason didn't answer, but he obviously thought so, because he really couldn't think of any other possibilities.

They had just spent a long night, and everyone had rolled a few times in the torrent of disaster. For Jason, this night was particularly long, and Batman just realized this.

So he must be like a savior, with sympathy or wanting to make amends, he must do something.

At this time, Schiller appeared, and he happened to be a doctor, so what else could be done except the possibility Schiller said?

Jason waited for the doctor to say some flawed words of comfort, and then he would refute them one by one until he could no longer say anything.

Schiller finally turned around, and Jason saw that he was holding a recording device in his left hand and a ball of organized wires in his right hand. Jason heard him say.

"Sorry, but now I want to know how this bat-shaped microphone clip is used."

Schiller walked to Jason's cage and opened the cell door in Jason's shocked eyes.

Schiller put the key back into his suit pocket and said, "Obviously, Batman gave me the key, and as I said, in this environment, nothing will work. Would you like to come out and help me, Mr. Todd?"

Jason stood up very cautiously from the ground, first looking at his armor in a way he thought was inconspicuous, making sure that Batman didn't install any micro-bombs on it when he was holding him.

When he found that his equipment was working properly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"You know it doesn't even take me three seconds to knock you down?"

"Why not do it?"

Jason swallowed again, he didn't know when his reaction was so slow, he should have rushed out to subdue all the creatures in front of him the moment the cell door opened.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, staring at the thing in Schiller's hand.

"This is a special medical treatment recording device prepared for me by my client, Batman."

"A recorder?"

"I'm afraid ordinary recorders don't have such a difficult-to-use microphone clip." Schiller lowered his head and fiddled with the small bat-shaped clip. "Apparently the working principle of this clip is not to pinch the lower part and the upper part will open."

"Batman can hear everything we say?"

"I'm afraid he will be more interested in the conversation between the two of us than the conversation he is going to have next, what do you think?"

"I won't tell you anything. It's better to let Batman give up this idea. It's not that he can change his preaching and pedantic moral code into a new form and become really good for me."

Jason walked out of the cage, lowered his arms and looked at Schiller, as if he had made up his mind that Schiller could not do anything to him.

Now it seems that the situation is indeed like this. Maybe there may be some trap hidden in the doctor, or maybe Batman has also left a trick on him, but Jason can choose not to provoke him, but turn around and leave.

He was about to do so, and even turned around, and then he heard Schiller's still slow and calm tone coming from behind.

"Jason, don't forget, you found me."

Jason suddenly remembered the dream.

What's going on? Jason turned back and stared at Schiller in doubt. Does he have the ability to interfere with dreams? Or does he have a device that can invade people's brains like the Mad Hatter?

"Jason, you know what?" Schiller turned sideways and looked at Jason and said, "I think Batman is primarily responsible for the relationship between you and Batman developing into what it is now."

"That's why I said I'm not here to treat you. If we have to talk about how I will fulfill my duties as a doctor, then obviously, treating both of you is equally important."

"Batman won't..."

"Yes, but he came to me." Schiller repeated the sentence again, and then said, "This shows that he is willing to make changes, at least more willing than you, which means he is a better problem to solve, and I have experience in this."