Chapter 2408: The Weird Bat Family (XIX)

Chapter 2439 The Strange Batman's House (XIX)

Gotham, the sky island, is like an isolated island, falling on the edge of the sunset, wandering between the arcs of the sun, becoming brilliant, like a temple looming in the clouds.

The unrepaired ruins in the city bring a sense of desolate beauty, while the countless rumbling machines bring unprecedented vitality.

A sturdy figure squatted on the top of the highest tower crane, looking at the sunset gradually sinking into the sea. Catwoman's smooth body lines made her look like a silhouette in a painting.

Another figure jumped onto the tower crane. Catwoman turned her head and saw the figure of Batman. She flicked her whip, like a cat flicking its tail, and jumped down from a height. Batman followed closely behind, and his cloak left a long tail in the golden light of the sea and sky.

The sun gradually sank below the sea, and the remaining light was like an old hand that was powerless. In the end, it still failed to catch the fireflies wandering in the light, and gradually faded its color and heat.

Batman walked into Wayne Manor at the tail end of a night rain. The children were all asleep, and only the light in the study was still on.

After washing up and changing into pajamas, Batman knocked on the door of the study and found Schiller working at his desk when he walked in.

Batman sat down by the window closest to the fireplace. Schiller looked up while writing and said, "It looks like today is still not going well?"

Batman lowered his eyes and stared at the flames in the fireplace a little sleepily. Regardless of whether Schiller had time to look at him or just hoped for the unknown but superb psychoanalysis, he nodded silently.

Schiller paused, then continued to write smoothly, still staring at the paper, and said: "Even if you come to me, it is difficult for me to give you such consultation, because it may not be fair to the lady and violate professional ethics."

"What makes you think I have such a purpose?"

"You have the temperament of a lost dog."

Batman, who was lying on the sofa, slid down again, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and his chest rose and fell steadily.

"That's not very polite, Doctor. I'm just a little tired and need a rest."

"Either I don't know you're Batman and have no idea about you, or I'm a fool who knows nothing about psychology and would believe this - playing a stray dog ​​won't make me change my mind."

Batman slid up again, pressed the inner corner of one eye with the tip of his finger, and said, "Is it impossible for Batman to fail in love?"

"Of course it's possible, especially when the opponent is a cat, but this is not the reason for you to see a psychiatrist. Cats will never worry you more than the destruction of the universe."

"I worry about them equally." Batman replied, "In this case, Doctor, you should understand how much risk I took - I know very well that you came at the end of the semester at Gotham University, and there are countless hymns waiting for you to read in your mailbox."

Schiller paused, and he said, "From an academic value point of view, those things are indeed closer to poetry than papers. Thank you for coming to remind me when I used work to avoid this."

Schiller finally Put down the pen and turn to look at Batman, one leg on the other, hands folded on knees, and said: "What do you want to ask?"

"Maybe your love history?"

Schiller raised his eyelids and expressed his shock at the topic with his expression, but Batman did not give up at all. He said: "I think this is a good topic for small talk, especially when I am at this stage of life. As a friend, shouldn't you talk about your experience?"

"The idea in your mind is quite rude-no, there are no ignorant female students... No, there are no gorgeous and dangerous agents... Female detectives? British princesses? Have you watched too much Sherlock Holmes?"

"Many professors I know have at least one with their students..."

"A 'romantic' love story that happened on the eve of the final exam, through hundreds of letters or emails, and finally failed the tragic "romantic" love story?"

Batman curled his lips, obviously regretting that this arrow did not hit the target, and at the same time slightly disliked the overly realistic description.

"So the agent..."

Schiller turned back and began to reorganize his notes, and said: "Where did the agent come from? They want to know the hopeless future of this country in advance from the content of the email in my mailbox?"

Batman sighed and continued to try: "Your living habits are similar to those of the British, so..."

"Because the lifestyle of the United States in the 1980s was similar to that of the United Kingdom, did they all fall in love with a British princess?" Schiller shook his head.

"But there will always be a period..." Batman put his thumb on his chin and said: "You can never have no suitors, doctor, it's impossible."

Schiller's pen tip paused again, and he said: "I have good reason to suspect that you peeked into my mailbox... It's true that some ladies' hymns are too intense. If they can have half this enthusiasm for their papers, the future of this country will be hopeful... But I still recommend them to see a psychiatrist."

Batman frowned and squinted, showing that he did not agree with this rather ungentlemanly behavior, but he still said: "Let's talk about the suitors, doctor."

"You talk first."

"Not much, they pursue Bruce Wayne, not Batman."

"The Robins will be very sad about this conclusion."

"If the definition of suitors is so broad..."

"I have no intention of expanding the topic, please continue."

"Beauty, wealth, status, nothing more than that, it would be too cliché to talk about it." Batman stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and looked between the display shelves.

"Don't you think this is cliché?"

"If you are not trapped by the above conditions at all, then you do have a greater chance than ordinary people to pursue pure romance, right?"

Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Batman's back with a surprised look. He seemed to have found one of the reasons why Batman was invincible in this regard-"purity" is the end point of emotional pursuit.

"What about Catwoman?" Schiller asked.

"She's too cliché." Batman obviously couldn't hold it anymore, and said with a hint of complaint.

"Materialism?"

"More primitive."

"Violence worship?"

"More primitive."

"... Carnal pleasure? She just wants to sleep with you?"

Batman nodded with despair.

Schiller swore that he really couldn't help it. He recalled the moments of human wisdom and charm in his mailbox hundreds of times in his mind, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"So..." Batman asked tentatively.

"Are you worried that she will completely lose interest in you after sleeping with you, but you are also worried that if you don't sleep with her, the only sexual attraction you have will gradually disappear?"

Batman applauded this accurate summary in his mind, but just nodded implicitly.

Schiller stopped writing and thought for a moment, his tone carrying a hesitation that he normally wouldn't have. He said, "If she's attracted to your looks and likes Bruce Wayne's face, then you would have 'run into' her at a party a long time ago. This lady has already succeeded with her charm."

"If not, then it means that she doesn't like Bruce Wayne, not his looks and figure, but Batman's."

Batman paused while pouring the wine. He heard Schiller continue, "The significant difference between the two of you is one's identity, and the other's dressing style."

"Bruce is a wealthy man, and Batman is a vigilante. Bruce wears a suit and a Batman uniform. So let me make this guess - Catwoman has a special career orientation in choosing a mate?"

"Policeman?"

"Considering that she is a thief, and a thief who is mainly a hobby, it is not difficult to understand."

"Then why not an ordinary policeman?"

"Which ordinary policeman can catch up with her?"

Batman was speechless.

He put the wine glass across from Schiller's desk and said, "In that case, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I guess you have been chasing her, but you don't really want to catch her."

"Because she didn't commit a crime at that time, no one could arrest her. Even if she stole something, she would return it. With the reason of kleptomania, the jury usually won't pursue it too much, and Gordon can't prosecute her and put her in jail."

"But you can catch her in the act."

Batman took a sip of wine, raised his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

"No reason." Schiller reached out to take the wine glass and said, "Every choice has a reason, which is the style of the behavioral school, and I always have 'psychic'."

"You are just avoiding linking this answer to experience..." Batman showed a skeptical look and said, "Is your love history really that amazing? You can't reveal it at all?"

Schiller shook his head and drank, and Batman kept staring at him.

"I'm a mental patient."

"Do you have your own Harley Quinn? A colleague? A nurse? An intern?"

"My mental state is always not very good."

"An innocent passerby you have hurt? A female police officer who bravely stepped forward? One of the couples who happened to see the quarrel when she rolled down the stairs?"

"You should write a romance novel." Schiller put down his glass and turned his eyes away.

"Okay, but you have to tell me why you can't disclose it."

"For legal, moral and scientific considerations..."

"Is it legal, moral or scientific?"

"For legal, moral and scientific considerations at the same time!" Schiller could only emphasize his tone and said: "More like an accident than a love story, what you want to hear is actually closer to the closing statement, moral ghost story and forensic report!"

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"Do you have some special fetishes, doctor?"

"Very, very, very special." Schiller said after taking a sip of wine.

"How special?"

"Only God knows."

Batman showed a disapproving look, but still intended to continue asking questions, but Schiller seemed unable to tolerate Batman who knew nothing about this, so he put down his glass and stood up.

"Where are you going, Doctor?"

"Go check the email."

Batman stretched his neck and shouted, "Are you going to finish your drink before leaving?"

"..."

After Schiller was completely gone, Batman walked to the desk and began to look through the notes Schiller left behind. He used his intelligent brain to absorb the condensed psychological knowledge on it.

"Final exam? What a simple word."