Chapter 8 He's Not Batman Yet

On a morning when Gotham City was still full of haze, Schiller stretched and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel and had been free for a few days when he found the figure of SHIELD agents near his psychological clinic again.

Those people were like sticky candies that could not be shaken off. For ordinary people, this might be the case. Even Stark, the rich man in that world, was still annoyed by them but had no way to deal with them.

But Schiller was different. After being annoyed by the young Batman in Gotham, he could just pat his butt and leave, and go to Marvel to hide. Now that he was targeted by the agents of Marvel, he could choose to leave and hide in Gotham.

The agents of SHIELD did not find out how Schiller disappeared. He left no trace, no train or plane tickets, and he was not seen at the intersections of various highways. This made Nick Fury more convinced that Schiller was definitely not an ordinary person.

After returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future Scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that his fear gas was stolen, because Schiller was not greedy and only took a small test tube.

After all, he was not like the Scarecrow, who used fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He was just dealing with a few low-level gangsters. He did not need any high-tech equipment to spray these gases. He only needed to take a small spray bottle and spray it into the noses of ordinary people. These concentrated fear gases became the best weapons. After all, those gang members could not have the same reaction as Batman.

When studying this gas, although Schiller did not have any systematic chemical knowledge, he at least knew how to make the best use of it. In addition to spraying it as a weapon to others, Schiller found that this initial version of fear gas did not seem to be pure. In addition to inducing fear, it could also induce some other negative emotions. This was really good news for a psychologist. After all, if the patient was always unwilling to confess his inner emotions, the treatment could not go on.

Schiller found that he could spray the fear gas diluted hundreds of times as perfume on his body. For some reason, it might be the system's credit. This gas had no effect on him, but it could infect people close to him with a small amount of negative emotions.

That's right, Schiller planned to use this trick to deal with the inexperienced Bruce, that is, the young Batman.

The current Batman is not the master who can predict the future. Bruce is still too young. Bruce, who has just traveled around the world and learned a lot of skills, is eager to start his revenge plan. He put on the original version of the bat suit, took the bat dart, and wanted to fight the criminals. In his eyes, it is really a simple thing to spend hundreds of millions to build equipment, but he has not yet realized that what really makes him Batman is not these external things, but the spirit deep in his heart.

Obviously, Batman still has a long way to go in his growth, and Schiller, for his own personal safety and a stable life in Gotham in the future, has to take on the role of the spiritual mentor of the young Bruce.

It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, it was only last night that he met Schiller by chance in the rainy night. Schiller called out his real name, but Bruce was not surprised. He knew that this person must have some differences from ordinary people.

Perhaps it was supernatural powers, or magic. He had seen many such people while traveling around the world. He also knew that this world was far from as simple as ordinary people imagined. There were many incredible forces watching here.

Bruce knocked on the door of the psychologist again, and a steady and muddy "Come in" came from inside.

Somehow, Bruce felt fortunate because the reply came very quickly. Obviously, the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hated all mystery and nihilism, and so did Bruce. In his opinion, Schiller's attitude meant that maybe he would tell Bruce what was going on, instead of continuing to evade and conceal, and using some verbal skills to go around in circles with him.

Bruce sat opposite Schiller again, and said, "Professor, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to be in a bad mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you would come to pour me a cup of coffee like you did on the first day."

He spread his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know, I didn't make coffee this morning, waiting for you to come."

Bruce was silent for a while, but still got up to make a cup of coffee for Schiller.

Schiller actually just thought it was interesting to drink the coffee made by Batman himself, but Bruce thought it was a test, or a technique of mental interference, using words to force the other party to do what he ordered. Well, thinking like this may indeed be more in line with Schiller's personality, a crazy doctor obsessed with psychology and psychiatry research.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill that spread all over his body because of the cold weather in Gotham. Bruce spoke first:

"Why did you appear there last night?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

"If you want to hide it, you should have made a mask for yourself last night, instead of denying it now after I saw your face."

Schiller put down the coffee cup, making a crisp sound on the table, and said: "I am not going to deny that you saw me last night. I am asking you, why do you put aside tens of billions of dollars in wealth and not donate to some foundation charity, but wear a ridiculous tights, run to the streets of Gotham City in the heavy rain, and fight with some gangsters,"

Faced with this question, Bruce was silent.

"This is not a rhetorical question..." Schiller said, "You don't need to think about how to answer, because I will answer you."

"Because your fundamental purpose is not to rescue, but to retaliate."

"This is the answer you gave me." Bruce said,

"No, I just saw the answer in your heart." Schiller said,

"I don't think there is mind reading in this world."

"Of course there is no mind reading in this world, but some people themselves can't realize that the strong desires in their hearts can be reflected in some way. People always think that they hide their hearts well, but in fact it is not the case."

"Can I learn this ability?" Bruce asked, "This ability to see through people's hearts."

"And then use them to retaliate against criminals?" Schiller asked, "Obviously you think all this is too simple, Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you regard it as the driving force that supports everything you do, then it will be like last night."

Schiller, did a Bruce made a downward gesture and explained:

"Last night when I went back, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I also planned to design a belt..."

"You know those things are not the point. You can add a fist with thousands of kilograms of force to your hand, or add an engine to your boots that can let you fly to the moon. You can even design a pair of wings for yourself, so that you can fly to any planet in the solar system. You can do these, Bruce, I believe you can do it."

"But these are not enough, far from enough."

"If I have such power, I can eliminate criminals all over the world, right?" Bruce asked,

Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who has not met the Joker yet, can't imagine how an unarmed criminal, an ordinary person who only knows a little acrobatics and fighting skills, and is thin and weak, can defeat a superhero who is proficient in hundreds of fighting skills and has learned all kinds of abilities in the world.

Schiller felt that no matter how much he guided the current Bruce and the future Batman, he could only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. The one who really taught Batman everything was his nemesis, the Joker.

And now, the Joker should still be living a very ordinary life in a circus.

Bruce is still very arrogant now. He asked Schiller to learn psychology because he learned all kinds of skills in various places around the world. His humility and eagerness to learn are not actually contradictory to his arrogance.

Schiller said: "Again, you can certainly study psychology. There is everything in the textbooks. You can come to my class, go back to memorize, do homework, write papers, and then take the final exam. I am a professor, and I will not stop any student from studying."

"You know that I don't want to learn these..."

"Then what else do you think there is?"

"Your kind of...special ability." Bruce gestured and said: "I have seen many such people all over the world. They have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."

"No, I am different from them. I don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people."

Bruce pondered for a moment, he pursed his lips, obviously didn't believe it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him. The young Batman was obviously too immature. He was a little too straightforward, impulsive, and didn't anticipate the consequences.

And he seemed too impatient. The unsuccessful career of superheroes aggravated his impatience. Obviously, he felt that if he could learn those skills like mind reading from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals more easily, instead of being pushed down the stairs by several gang members and falling to the ground in embarrassment.

He had not figured out what caused his failure at all.

Bruce returned empty-handed from Schiller again. Schiller just told him, or even threatened him, that he had better study hard, finish all the courses, and get a good grade in the final exam.

And Bruce obviously didn't listen to a word.

At night, Schiller went out again. He went to Jonathan's secret base again and stole a lot of fear gas. This time, no matter how stupid Jonathan was, he should be able to see that his two rows of test tubes were missing more than half.

Schiller was not proficient in any chemical knowledge. He had no way to improve and transform this special gas. He could only put them in different containers or make some simple dilutions.

But there was one thing he could do, which was to use these fear gases to scare Batman.

Soon Schiller appeared again in the Mossen block. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce was such a person. Wherever he fell, he would definitely get up there. He would never change places. This was his pride.

The entire Mossen block was not big, with only six alleys. The building where Bruce fell happened to be the first alley in the Mossen block. There was a nightclub there, which was controlled by the Gutter Gang.

The Gutter Gang was just a small gang in Gotham, because there was a drainage ditch in Gotham on the edge of the Mossen block, and the Gutter Gang liked to throw some tragic victims into the ditch, and the ditch became more and more smelly, so other gangs began to use the ditch to refer to this gang, and the Gutter Gang was complacent and proud of it.

The first enemy who defeated Batman was obviously not a famous villain. They were just a group of gangsters smoking upstairs in the nightclub. Batman used his fighting skills to deal with most of them, but he was inexperienced in actual combat, and someone threw a handful of lime in his eyes, and then he staggered and fell down the building.

Batman had no assistants in the early days, and his equipment was not mature, so it was not surprising that he would capsize in the gutter. However, the Gutter Gang did not have such good luck for the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of the Mossen Block for a while, and heard the screams of fear from the nightclub. Soon the night became quiet, and a small gang that no one cared about disappeared in Gotham.

Batman came out, and it was obvious that he was in a much better state than last time. He lowered his head and seemed to be still thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward and turned a corner. He wanted to find the beggar, and then give him some dollars and tell him that the Gutter Gang had been solved by him, and he would not be in any danger with the money.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the old place again. She was still wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering in the damp and cold air of Gotham at night, and the umbrella that Schiller had given him was gone.

Batman handed him the money and said in a deep voice: "There are no gangs in this block anymore. You are safe."

The beggar trembled and looked up, but Batman did not see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found incredulously that the beggar stared at him with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.

"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head. Schiller stood on the balcony above the beggar's building and looked down at Batman from the second floor.

"Because of the existence of the Gutter Gang, there will be a steady stream of guests in that nightclub every day. Some guests will hold the food in their hands. When they have only a little left to eat, they will throw it on the side of the road, so that the beggar can pick it up and continue to eat."

"But now without the Gutter Gang, the nightclub can't be opened. No guests come, which means no food."

"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."

"Yes, you have the best medical system in Gotham, a private doctor, and a family health consultant. You haven't experienced the feeling of catching a cold and fever several times. , and don't know what it feels like to be frozen to the point of being unable to stand up. "

"In your imagination, he could take a few hundred dollars to the nearest supermarket, buy enough daily necessities, and maybe even find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then cure his illness..." Schiller dragged out a long tone and continued:

"But unfortunately, he couldn't even take the first step."

Batman squatted down, he pulled open the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs had been frozen purple. Gotham City had been raining for several days in a row, and her legs were soaked in water and swollen beyond recognition.

Batman is proficient in surgical theory, he knows that even in the best hospital in Gotham, such lower limbs can only be amputated.

He was completely silent, looking at the beggar not holding in his hand, but letting them fall to the ground at will, he felt an incredible absurdity, a shame that suffocated him.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions were swallowing his heart irresistibly, making him want to roar. Batman felt that he had never lost his composure like tonight. He stood up, staggered back a few steps, and then fell to the ground.

Obviously, a tragic story with an unexpected ending and a little bit of negative emotions caused by fear gas were enough to make Bruce silent for a few days.