Chapter 2439 The Weird Bat Family (19)
Gotham is like an isolated island, falling on the edge of the sunset, wandering between the arcs of the sun, becoming brilliant, like a looming temple in the clouds.
The unrepaired ruins in the city bring a sense of decadence, while the countless rumbling machines bring unprecedented vitality.
A strong figure squatted on the top of the tallest 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 the height. Batman followed closely behind, his cape flying across the sea and sky.
A long trail of golden light trailed out.
The sun gradually sank under the sea, and the remaining light was like an old hand that was powerless. In the end, it failed to catch the flying fireflies wandering in the light, and gradually faded away in color and heat.
Batman walked into Wayne Manor on the tail end of a night rain. The children were all asleep, and only the light in the study was still on.
After cleaning up and changing into pajamas, Batman knocked on the study door and walked in to find Schiller working at his desk.
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 sleepily at the fire in the fireplace. Regardless of whether Schiller had time to look at him, or he just placed his hope in the unexplained but superb psychoanalysis, he nodded silently.
Schiller paused with his pen tip, then continued to draw smooth traces, still staring at the paper, and said: "Even if you come to me, it will be difficult for me to provide you with this kind of consultation, because it may not be good for that lady.
It’s unfair and against professional ethics.”
"What makes you think I have this intention?"
"You have the temperament of a lost dog."
Batman, who was paralyzed on the sofa chair, 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 are Batman and know nothing about you, or I am an idiot who knows nothing about psychology to believe this - playing a stray dog will not change my mind."
Batman slid up again, pressed the inner corner of one eye with the pads of his fingers, and said, "Isn't it possible for Batman to be frustrated in love?"
"Of course it is possible, especially if the opponent is a cat, but this is not a reason for you to see a psychiatrist. Cats will never worry you more than the destruction of the universe."
"I'm equally worried about them." 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 Gotham University, and your mailbox was...
There are countless hymns waiting for you to read.”
Schiller paused and said: "From an academic value point of view, those things are indeed closer to poetry than papers. Thank you for coming over to remind me when I was using work to escape this."
Schiller finally put down his pen, turned to look at Batman, crossed one leg over the other, folded his hands on his knees, and said, "What on earth do you want to ask?"
"Maybe it's your love history?"
Schiller raised his eyelids and expressed his shock at this topic with his expression, but Batman had no intention of giving up. He said: "I think this is a good chat topic, especially at this stage of my life.
Next, as a friend, shouldn’t you talk about your experience?”
"The thoughts in your mind are quite impolite - no, there are no ignorant female students... No, there are no gorgeous and dangerous agents... Female detectives? British princesses? Have you read too much Sherlock Holmes?"
"Many professors I know have had at least one relationship with their students..."
"A 'romantic' love story that took place on the eve of the final exam, and through hundreds of letters or emails, verbal exchanges, and ultimately failed the tragedy?"
Batman curled his lips, obviously regretting that the arrow failed to hit the target, and at the same time slightly disgusted with the overly realistic description.
"Then agents..."
Schiller went back and started to reorganize his notes, and said: "Where did the agents come from? Do they want to know in advance the hopeless future of this country from the contents of the emails in my mailbox?"
Batman sighed lightly and continued to try: "Your living habits are similar to those of the British, so..."
"Because the lifestyle in the United States in the 1980s was similar to that in the United Kingdom, does it mean that each of them had to fall in love with a British princess?" Schiller shook his head.
"But there will always be a time..." Batman put his thumb on his chin and said: "There is no way you will have no suitors, Doctor, no way."
Schiller's pen paused again, and he said: "I have every reason to suspect that you have peeped into my mailbox... It is true that some ladies' hymns are too fiercely worded, and they can have half the enthusiasm for their papers in this country.
There is hope for the future...but I would still advise them to see a psychiatrist."
Batman frowned and squinted his eyes, appearing to strongly disapprove of this rather ungentlemanly behavior, but he still said: "Talk about the suitor, Doctor."
"You talk first."
"It's lackluster, they're going after Bruce Wayne, not Batman."
"Robins will be very saddened by this conclusion."
"If the definition of pursuer is so broad..."
"I have no intention of expanding the topic at all, please continue."
"Beauty, wealth, status, it's nothing more than that. It would be too cliché to say it any more." Batman stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, his eyes searching between the display shelves.
"Don't you think this is tacky?"
"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 surprise. He seemed to have found one of the reasons why Batman never lost his battle in this regard - "Pure" is the end point of emotional pursuit.
"What about Catwoman?" Schiller asked.
"She's too cliché." Batman obviously couldn't stand it anymore and said with a slight complaint.
"Worship money?"
"More original."
"Cult of violence?"
"Still original."
"...sensual pleasure? She just wants to sleep with you?"
Batman nodded helplessly.
Schiller swore that he really couldn't hold it back. He thought about the charm of human wisdom in the mailbox hundreds of times in his mind, but it still couldn't stop him from smiling.
"So..." Batman asked tentatively.
"You are worried that she will completely lose interest in you after sleeping, but you are also worried that the only sexual attraction you have now will gradually disappear if you don't sleep?"
Batman mentally applauded this accurate summary, but only nodded implicitly.
Schiller stopped writing and thought for a moment, and with a tone of hesitation that he usually didn't have, he said: "If she was fascinated by your appearance and liked the face of Bruce Wayne, then you would have been in a certain scene.
I 'ran into' her at a party, and this lady had already succeeded with her charm."
"If not, it means that what she likes is not Bruce Wayne, not his appearance and figure, but Batman."
Batman paused as he poured the wine. He heard Schiller continue: "The obvious difference between the two of you is your identity and your dressing style."
"Bruce is a rich man, and Batman is a vigilante. Bruce wears a suit and ties, and Batman wears a uniform. So please allow me to speculate - Catwoman has a special career orientation in choosing a mate?"
"police?"
"Considering that she is a thief, and a thief mainly for hobbies, it is not incomprehensible."
"Then why not a regular police officer?"
"What ordinary policeman can catch her?"
Batman was speechless.
He put the wine glass opposite Schiller's desk and said, "In that case, do you have any suggestions?"
"I guess you were chasing her, but you didn't really want to catch her."
"Because she didn't commit a crime at the time, no one could arrest her like that. Even if she stole something, she would return it. Because of her kleptomania, the jury usually wouldn't pursue it too much, and Gordon couldn't prosecute her.
She went to jail."
"But you can catch it."
Batman took a sip of his wine, raised his eyes and said, "How do you say that?"
"There is no reason." Schiller reached for the wine glass and said: "It is the style of the behavioral school to have reasons for every choice, and I will always be 'psychic'."
"You're just trying to avoid relating 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, while Batman kept staring at him.
"I'm a mental patient."
"You have your own Harley Quinn? Peer? Nurse? Intern?"
"I'm always in a bad mental state."
"An innocent bystander you hurt? A female police officer who acted bravely? One of the arguing couples you saw rolling down the stairs?"
"You should write romance novels." Schiller put down his glass and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, but you have to tell me the reason why you can't reveal it."
"For legal, ethical and scientific reasons..."
"Is it law, morality or science?"
"It's out of law, morality and science at the same time!" Schiller could only say in an emphatic tone: "It's more like an accident than a love story. What you want to hear is actually closer to closing arguments, moral ghost stories and forensic reports!
"
Batman narrowed his eyes.
"Do you have some special quirks, Doctor?"
"Very, very, very special." Schiller said after taking a sip of wine.
"How special?"
"Only God knows."
Batman showed a look of disapproval, but still planned to continue asking, but Schiller seemed to be unable to tolerate Batman who knew nothing about this. He put down his wine glass and stood up.
"Where are you going, Doctor?"
"Go check your email."
Batman stretched his neck and shouted: "Why don't you finish your drink before leaving?"
"..."
When Schiller was completely gone, Batman calmly walked to the desk and began to read the notes left by Schiller. He used his intelligent brain to absorb the psychological knowledge condensed into the essence.
"Final exam? What a simple word."
This chapter has been completed!