Chapter 2275: Late Autumn in Golden City (Thirty-Nine)

"Indeed, Schiller's method is very good. From a psychological point of view, retreating to advance is essentially taking advantage of others' guilt. They think you will fight, but in fact you don't. For a person in an emotional outburst, this is like a bell pillar, and every hit is deafening."

Natasha hugged her arms and analyzed: "I believe this can solve the problem between Stark and Pepper very well, at least it can shake Pepper and let her gradually accept Stark."

"But there are still traps hidden in it. Don't forget that although Pepper is not a superhero, she has her own moral bottom line. She is not the kind of woman who will be blinded by love. After all, a momentary shake is short-lived. Temporary, when she wakes up, she will still make the right judgment. "

"She accepted Stark emotionally, but her moral requirements still made her unable to accept the various behaviors of this evil Iron Man, so the only way is to supervise him, reform him, and prevent him from doing bad things again."

"She believes that the love that the evil Iron Man has given her, in addition to requiring her to return the same love, also makes her have the responsibility to get him back on track."

"So it can be imagined that their reconciliation is only the first step, and if Stark is even willing to endure imprisonment for Pepper, then the forced supervision in the future will probably work on him."

"Isn't this a good thing? ? "Pamela said: "A prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold."

"But it doesn't mean that he won't suffer. An impulsive bad guy may be able to change his ways. Letting a born bad guy become a superhero is tantamount to locking them in a small cage. Pepper will become Stark's heaviest shackles."

"But this is not even the worst." Natasha turned her head aside and said: "I believe Stark must have been confused before coming here, because he faced too many troubles, being interrogated, his future was uncertain, Pepper was injured, and superheroes teamed up to deal with him."

"But coming here to face Schiller gave him a solution to all his problems. Schiller's invitation to him allowed him to temporarily "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Just like power will never be a vacuum, the storm in Tony Stark's overly emotional brain will never stop. Before, he placed all his emotions on Pepper, and now he won't be able to see or contact Pepper for a long time. Who do you think he will project his abundant emotions on?"

Pamela swallowed.

"And you." Natasha looked at Pamela with squinting eyes and said, "You are actually..."

Just when she said this, a tall black shadow came from the porch. Over the bushes, Natasha saw a pair of dark and blue eyes.

"Batman?" Natasha called tentatively. She didn't know if this was her former teammate Batman, but it looked very similar.

"Ma'am, I didn't expect to see you here again." Batman came out from behind the bushes.

What surprised Natasha was that Batman was wearing a dark purple suit with black irises and a patterned scarf, which made him look gorgeous and solemn. She thought she would see him in black again.

Batman seemed to see through what Natasha was thinking. He said, "To avoid wearing the same clothes as the doctor, Alfred chose bold colors for me."

"It's actually easier to wear the same clothes as the doctor." Pamela muttered softly.

"What are you doing here? Visiting the garden?" Natasha asked.

"Is Dr. Schiller here? I want to talk to him."

Natasha immediately became alert, but Batman was obviously not affected by the answer to this question. He just asked casually. He came here to observe Schiller's bedroom window from the best angle.

He soon found what he wanted. He saw Schiller's figure flash past the window and seemed to be walking towards the corridor. Batman immediately turned around and rushed to the corridor on the second floor.

Natasha's actions and words to stop him were too weak and were soon blown away by the night wind. She could only sigh, retract one hand, and comfort herself in her heart that Batman was a mature adult and he knew his limits.

Batman had just left for less than half a minute when another pair of blue eyes appeared behind the bushes. Natasha pinched her temples with one hand and watched Pamela wave to the younger Batman in front of her and said, "Hi, Bruce, you're finally here. I heard you got sunburned?"

"A little, but not serious. Selina helped me cover it with foundation."

"Where is she?" Pamela asked.

"She went to say hello to Cobblepot. Cobblepot helped her rent a new house before. She wanted to ask Cobblepot when he was free so we could treat him to dinner."

Pamela was about to say something else when Natasha interrupted her and looked at Bruce and said, "Don't tell me you're here to see Schiller too."

Bruce was startled and said instinctively: "Of course not, I heard from Lex that there are two beautiful ladies in the back garden... Wait, who else came to see Schiller?"

"That's a lot." Natasha said unhappily: "So you are here to attend the banquet. I thought you were going to let Schiller solve all the troubles of your second half of life here."

Bruce widened his eyes slightly and said: "Is Professor Schiller doing psychological counseling?"

"First of all, it's not Professor Schiller, and secondly, it's not just going on now. Finally, I don't think it's psychological counseling, but illegal manipulation."

"Who did he manipulate?"

"There are many, some you don't know, and some you know. The most recent one is Stark, oh, no, it may be Batman."

"Are there other Batmen coming?"

"You don't know?" Natasha looked up at the banquet hall where more and more people were gathered. She said: "I have seen at least two of them standing here. They are all my teammates when I participated in the game before."

"Who is the one who went to find Schiller?"

"I can't tell which of you is which, but he is older and stronger than you. If you must say, he is the hottest and sexiest of all Batmans."

Natasha was halfway through her words when Bruce was almost at the porch. He turned around and made an OK gesture to Natasha and said, "If Clark or Diana comes to find me later, you can say that Selina and I went to the lounge."

"Good, another teenager was sent in." Natasha rubbed her temples, then quickly reacted and asked, "Why did he hide it from his two friends?"

"It's hard for me to explain." Pamela said, "This matter is too complicated to talk about. If you really want to know, then go ask them two."

The opportunity came quickly, and Clark soon came over. After Natasha looked him up and down with a knife-like gaze, she was sure that he was not only a handsome guy, but also a normal person.

"Where's Bruce? Have you seen him? I heard he got sunburned? Is he okay? Where is he now?"

"His sunburn is not a big deal, uh... he went to the lounge with Selina."

Clark narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, please, you can't read my mind!" Pamela lowered her hands helplessly and said, "You know I don't have to lie."

"Unless he told you, where did he go?"

"To Schiller."

Then Natasha watched the expression on this extremely handsome face crack.

Clark turned and walked away, but Natasha hurriedly stopped him and said, "Where are you going? Are you going to look for Schiller too? Don't you think there are too many people looking for him now?"

"Sorry, ma'am, let me go. I have to go quickly. I'm afraid they will make a big noise again. I have to wait aside to stop them."

Clarke was afraid of hurting Natasha, so he didn't dare to hold her hand. He just walked forward on his own. Natasha quickened her pace and followed him and said, "Make a big noise? Have they ever made a big noise?"

Clark stopped suddenly, but Natasha didn't brake. Her shoulder hit his shoulder and she cried out in pain.

"Oh, God." Clark quickly turned around and supported Natasha, saying, "Sorry, I just thought of some bad things, very terrible memories. Are you okay, ma'am? I'll take you to the lounge."

"Oh my God, are your shoulders made of city walls? How can they be so hard?"

Natasha asked knowingly, of course, she had to hold this young man. Although he was a normal person, he was still a teenager, and he was the same type as Pamela. It was okay when he was under control, but if he was not under control, it would be a disaster like destroying the world, and teenagers were usually not under control.

"Sorry, ma'am, I am indeed... stronger. I'll help you to the lounge first, but my friend's situation is urgent, I'm afraid I have to go there immediately."

"Emergency? Sorry, I really don't understand. If the guests attending the party and the host of the party have a close relationship, it's okay to meet before the party starts, right?"

"Uh, they are not..."

"Not close?"

"No, they are very close, but... the way of intimacy is a bit too advanced."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. Of course she was not injured, she was just trying to get some information. Judging from Clark's expression, there must be a long story behind this.

"Sorry, but I heard that Bruce Wayne has a girlfriend, so you and him..."

"What? You suspect the two of us..."

"Why else would you cling to him so much?"

"It's really not me clinging to him, but the situation may be urgent." Clark was a little speechless, he said: "You don't even know what they did before, God, I may not believe it if I tell you."

"What's there to be unbelievable about this? Tell me."

Clark took a deep breath, obviously he had been holding it in for a long time. In this regard, his super brain finally started to work quickly, and he accurately summarized for Natasha how Bruce and Schiller had tortured each other in the past four years in the most concise and accurate language.

The more Natasha listened, the wider her mouth opened, and in the end she was simply stunned.

Then, without waiting for Clark to support her, she strode upstairs and turned around and roared: "What are you waiting for! Stop him quickly!!!"