The lights in the banquet hall shimmered like a golden waterfall, the champagne glasses were stacked into towers, and the flowers and ribbons surrounded them, like a mountain made of crystal.
Waiters wearing crisp shirts and black vests shuttled among the guests, gently lowering their arms. After the wine glasses on the tray were taken away, they nodded reservedly, looking like a proud swan from behind with their heads raised as they walked away.
"I really didn't expect that I would meet here a gentleman scholar who has read Mickiewicz thoroughly and had the same insights as me. I even visited his former residence when I went to Lithuania..."
"Oh, yes, ma'am, I heard about his friendship with Goethe when I traveled to Weimar. He should like Goethe's poems very much, which is evident from his "Ode to Youth"..."
On the right side of the sill near the window, Schiller was chatting with a white-haired lady.
Soon, the topic became more in-depth. The elegant old woman shook her head gently and said: "Forgive me for my shallow knowledge and I really don't know much about psychology. I know those boys who are making noises.
The two brothers of the Bowles family, headed by a pair of brothers, always talk about brain waves, mind reading, telepathy and other words."
"If you really want me to find a reasonable explanation for these new words that they are talking about, then I think 'psychology' should be more accurate. People should rely on systematic knowledge instead of hoping for some superpowers falling from the sky.
, what do you think? Sir."
"Oh, madam, you really spoke to my heart. As a psychiatrist, I always have to take the trouble to explain to various patients whether there is any mind-reading ability in this world, and whether I can see their secrets.
Or what they had for dinner..."
Seeing the helplessness on Schiller's face, the old woman laughed lowly, then looked at him and said: "To be honest, I don't have a good impression of the FBI, but I have to admit that being able to work there, even teach
A trainee agent must be knowledgeable and highly trusted by the Ministry of National Defense and Security."
"Thank you, madam, I'm just... Oh, hello, is there anything wrong?" Schiller turned to look at a waiter who came to him. The waiter was holding a tray in his hand, and there was a tray on it.
A thin champagne glass filled with clear liquid.
"Mr. Wayne invites you to have a drink. Thank you for your honor and participation in today's banquet." The waiter retracted his chin in a measured manner, lowered his head and smiled. The old lady gently waved her silk-gloved hand and said
: "Go, Mr. Schiller, Mr. Wayne must be very curious about you. There are many difficult problems to deal with in Gotham's new round of investment projects, and he needs the help of a psychologist."
"
Schiller gently picked up the wine glass on the tray in the waiter's hand, winked at the old lady, and nodded, indicating that he accepted her favor. After all, the information she just revealed was very important, at least for a real first-timer.
It's important for people who come to Gotham once.
In short, Bruce Wayne needs you to know this information before and after the negotiation, and the effect is completely different.
Schiller held the wine glass and walked from the side by the window to the side closer to the stairs of the ball hall. Bruce Wayne was surrounded by many people, all of whom were children of various well-known families in Gotham.
"Elliott, Kane, Bowles..." Bruce in the theater gently read out the names of this group of people, and then set his eyes on the pick.
Obviously, Bruce Wayne on the screen is not old. Although he is older than Bruce in the theater, he can only be said to be slightly mature, like a young man who is approaching middle age.
His temperament is completely different from Bruce. Of course, he also pretends to be a playboy, but he is not flamboyant and dissolute, but shows a mature style that is easy to handle.
This kind of demeanor is reflected in his methodical dialogue with the four or five celebrities around him, but he does not seem busy at all, and he responds to different people's speech and behavior very appropriately.
Whether it is a proud head raised, a reserved nod, or a well-placed smile, every gesture reveals an intoxicating charm.
"It seems that you are a social butterfly in this universe." Diana said with a low smile: "You are doing much better than me."
Bruce just turned to look at her. This princess, whose lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary humans, slightly curled her lips and said: "For a long time, I have been more accustomed to being a warrior. I feel that as long as I charge bravely, I can win."
There is no difficulty that cannot be solved."
"During the war years, I received countless praises for my bravery and bravery, but someone once said to me that when this cruel era passes, I will also go among the crowd to fight for my hometown and companions in human society.
Find a way out."
"I have studied human etiquette for a long time, but sometimes I still make jokes and act like a reckless and stupid girl."
Diana laughed as she spoke, as if she was thinking of the joke she had made, but soon she turned to look at Bruce and said: "It is not easy to develop the skills of a social butterfly. Look at other people.
Just for you, he did a pretty good job."
Clark held his chin with the palm of his hand with great interest, staring at Bruce on the screen, and then turned to look at his companion, his eyes as bright as the stars in the sky.
"Bruce, you..."
"No, I don't know how to do this."
"Of course you..."
"Of course I won't, that's not me."
"You are so handsome." Clark didn't realize what he was saying at all. He just said straightforwardly as always: "Maybe I am just a short-sighted young man from a small town, but during the time that I can remember, I
I have never seen someone with such a handsome appearance and such an elegant temperament. How can I describe him? He is indeed Bruce Wayne."
"Of course, now he is just a bottle of wine that has just been opened, but sooner or later it will turn into a luxurious champagne tower, just like him in another universe." Constantine also turned his head and raised his eyebrows wantonly.
said.
Barry next to him just silently moved his seat a little further away.
He knows Batman too well, so he knows that one day, Batman will make these people pay for teasing him. He doesn't want to be one of the liquidated ones, even though he thought Batman was very handsome when he was in the main universe.
, is very handsome.
"Sorry, everyone, please allow me to take two minutes to introduce to you. This is Professor Schiller Rodriguez. He is currently working at the FBI Trainee Agent Training Academy and is a famous lecturer and psychologist."
On the screen, Bruce gently raised his glass to Schiller. When the people around him saw Schiller, their first reactions were different. Soon they realized that Wayne wanted to talk to the professor alone.
Because before this, the rich man had been holding a wine glass, but he did not clink glasses with anyone, nor did he drink. But as soon as Schiller arrived, he raised his glass, and the social signal was just enough.
After politely saying goodbye, everyone dispersed. Schiller stretched out his hand, but instead of clinking glasses head-on as required by social etiquette, he tapped Bruce's hand slightly rudely with the side of a slender champagne glass.
The base of the goblet.
Bruce's eyes were electric, scanning the contact part of the cup, and then raised his eyes to look at Schiller. The smiling look on the surface when he was talking to other people before was gone.
Schiller was sending a signal that he understood him.
"I never clink glasses with people head-on. If I do, I will never put the glass near my mouth again." Bruce in the theater explained softly: "This is for safety, because someone has poisoned himself.
in the wine, and then by clinking glasses, it spreads into other people’s glasses.”
Seeing other people's mentally ill looks, Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "Even without poison, droplet transmission is scary enough... I have a mild mysophobia, but I think this is necessary."
"I wouldn't feel it even if you didn't tell me..." Barry shrugged his shoulders in turn as if he had lice all over his body and said, "I feel a little sick now, after all, if there is other people's saliva in the wine..."
"Stop talking!" Harley said with a disgusted expression.
Bruce on the screen took back the cup, showed another smile, looked at Schiller and said: "March specially called me last night and praised your deeds. Please allow me to express my respect to you.
Made an indelible contribution to federal security..."
"Thank you." Schiller tilted the glass, raised it and took a sip of wine. A trace of extremely imperceptible surprise flashed across Bruce's eyes.
"I bet he has at least 80 plans in his mind right now." Clark looked at the screen and said: "79 of them are for people with super powers who are not afraid of poison, right, Bruce?"
After getting along with others for a period of time, Clark finally understood his friend's style of doing things. He typically couldn't live without plans and premeditation.
"It's missing." Barry said firmly.
"Then how much did you say?"
"80 for ordinary humans who are not afraid of poison, 80 for human superpowers, 80 for aliens, 80 for evil gods, 80 for demigods, 80 for speedsters, 80 for magical creatures, 800
A scenario where all of the above come together to attack Gotham, and then come up with 8,000 backup plans."
Clark was about to laugh at Barry's exaggeration, but he saw the thoughtful expression on Bruce's face. He looked at Bruce with wide eyes and said, "You're not serious, are you?... No?"
"He is indeed more mature than me." Bruce touched his chin and said, "It is indeed worth guarding against joining forces to attack."
"Please! You psychos!" Clark was helpless.
"Mr. March is the first patient I have treated since I came here. Oh, don't get me wrong, this does not violate the principle of confidentiality. He personally does not shy away from seeing a psychiatrist and allows me to tell this matter."
"Yes, this is not a few decades ago." Bruce smiled and said: "People are beginning to pay attention to their mental health. When faced with depression or fatigue, they learn not to blame themselves too much, but to seek
Professional help, I think this is a sign of social progress."
"For your understanding of psychology." Schiller raised his glass again, toasted Bruce from a distance, and took a sip of wine.
And Bruce discovered that the people opposite him didn't care at all that he didn't drink. This was not normal. Most people would be surprised when they didn't get a response to their toast. Although they didn't dare to say anything to Bruce Wayne, they could
The confusion, anger and even disappointment at that moment cannot be hidden.
But Schiller seemed to know that Bruce couldn't drink. He had no hope at all, so he was naturally not disappointed.
In just a few sentences, Batman came to a conclusion that surprised even himself - the professor in front of him knew him very well. This did not refer to the logic of thought or behavior, but to certain living habits.
small details.
This even makes Batman feel more creepy than the Joker's way of understanding.
Schiller seemed to have known him for a long time, and could even peer into his private life beyond the barriers of Batman's mask. This was something that not even Robin, his closest group of birds, could do.
This chapter has been completed!