"Why do I think you are a little self-doubted?" Schiller took out the tea bags included in the lunch box and said while looking at the information on it.

"This is not called self-doubt." Although Jason still put his arm on the back of the chair slightly unreasonably, he still clumsyly picked up the chopsticks, as if he was a little curious about this special meal. He shook his head and continued: "Your medical fee is quite amazing, but Batman is also very rich."

"I heard that he was funded by Bruce Wayne. Did Bruce Wayne know that he gave the money to his adopted son for psychological counseling?"

Jason was choked and muttered, "That's his own business. Besides, I don't need psychological counseling. It's completely unnecessary..."

Before Schiller could speak, Jason rushed in front of him and said, "I don't know if Batman told you... Forget it, I know how he described me, a little pitiful who has been resurrected, suffered all the torture and felt aggrieved. Come on, I've forgotten those things long ago!"

"In the past few years, Batman has taken me to meet many people, including so-called experts and scholars like you. When they heard that I was abused by a lunatic, they began to say nouns that I couldn't understand, such as trauma, stress response, etc...."

"They looked at me so hard that I couldn't stand it. I asked me to tell you, these out-of-towners are so pretentious. Why don't you name everything that everyone in this world is like a mental illness? It won't take long before you will be richer than Wall Street's jamming!"

"You mean, we are creating diseases?" Schiller brought a cup of hot coffee and placed it in front of Jason. Jason nodded and said, "Most of your diagnosis are worrying. I live well and will live better."

"I can tell that you don't like Batman taking you to meet these people," Schiller took a sip of coffee and said, "But it's not essentially because you don't like the doctor, or you don't like it a little, but it can also be classified as unfit."

"But in fact, the main reason why you are disgusted is that Batman takes you to see a doctor, as if he is saying that you have become his weakness, but it is not the case. You are not that fragile, so the doctor's hard work sounds more like a point of fingering."

"You're a little self-aware."

“I’m living for this.”

Jason didn't seem to have expected Schiller to answer this way, and he put one leg on the other, his feet almost level with the dining table, but suddenly he put his legs down again and looked at Schiller and said, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why do you think I should be angry? Did you dry the soles of your shoes on the store before entering, or did you take the chair gently when you took it?"

"Do you want to praise me?"

"I'm just thinking, Jason, you want to tell the whole world that trauma is a person's experience, but not a person's label. trauma can be temporarily stuck in the real world or exist in memory for a long time, but no one can point to the injuries he has suffered for the rest of his life..."

"Are you really a foreigner?" Jason asked in confusion.

Schiller ate breakfast on his own and didn't care about Jason's food on the table. He just said to himself: "You are like everyone else in this city, because you suffer too much, so you are particularly strong. Like the people here, you hate others regard you as a weak person."

"But if Batman really let go, will you be a little better?" Schiller smiled and took a sip of soup and said, "You were quite happy when I said Batman was your adoptive father, right? When you saw that amazing bill, you were shocked and complained."

"You are worried that Batman will be cheated of money, and you think that no matter how rich he is, you can't be so generous. You treat his things as yours, unconsciously getting close to him, and at the same time feel a little guilty."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "Maybe you didn't realize that you were from poverty, so you cherish things very much. Although you always show confidence, you don't think everything you enjoy now is rightful..."

"The psychologist always has his reason." Jason shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can make sense no matter what you say. This is your ability to make money. It has been tempered countless times and has been engraved into your bones."

"Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"In this world, everyone has a set of principles that can be explained, otherwise he would not continue to live." Jason stood up from the chair, paced to the sofa, and said as he walked: "Even Gotham, the unreasonable madman, has his own reasons."

"The difference is that some people use the things they convince themselves to persuade others, while others use the things they provide to convince themselves. These are two completely different people, and the psychologist is the former."

"But those psychological theories that exist in the book really become truths because they are large or have a long time."

"People who summarize these principles may not have experienced these things. In convincing others, one person compiles a set of principles to convince others, and others repeat them ten thousand times, and it becomes the truth."

"But if you are not convinced by them, it becomes abnormal, it becomes stingy in money, not paying attention to mental health, poor without vision."

"The world uses worldly pain standards to determine whether you are suffering, give you mercy on your own, advise you to go to heal, and then come to someone like you, stand from another perspective, say I am right, and say I am very special."

Jason looked back at Schiller and said, "But essentially, what you care about is the process of 'persuasion'. Others believe in your principles and bring you wealth, status and satisfaction."

"Everyone around me said that I'm not good at listening, and only fists when I meet criminals because I know that convincing others is part of your life. If you cut this part, you will become as boring as fur on the carpet."

"If you lose and convince others and make others agree with your goal, you will have nothing to say."

"And just so happens, I'm very good at leaving others speechless." Jason said, shaking his head with his arms in his arms.

"You can't convince me, not because you are not knowledgeable enough, not because what you said is unreasonable, but because I have known it for a long time. The best way to avoid being persuaded is that as long as you don't think about it, no matter how reasonable it is, it's just a piece of shit."

Schiller paused slightly, but soon he continued to hold the chopsticks, grab the food into the plate, and said:

"I use this ability to make money, and I can even make two clothes, a watch, a priceless cufflink and a whole house from Batman..."

With a "swoosh", Jason sat back opposite Schiller, staring at him with a bright look and said, "...how did you do it?"

"I discovered that what you are interested in is not making money, but making Batman's money. Is his money that difficult to make?"

"It seems you don't know Batman very well." Jason vented his anger with his nose, and continued: "He beat up all the charlatans I've ever seen because they are not professional enough and want to cheat money!"

"You are the first person I've ever met who can trick so many things from Batman, even if you're a liar, it's amazing enough." Jason leaned forward, as if he was very interested.

"This is my secret that I don't know. If someone else hears it..."

Jason smiled, stood up with his arms in his arms, walked to Schiller's side, bent down, as if he wanted Schiller to teach him in a low voice.

The next second, a "click" sound of loading sound rang out, and the black muzzle hit Schiller's temple. Jason lowered his head and said, "You want me to get close to you, so you can do something to me, right?"

"You misunderstood. I can't do anything to you. There is neither the need nor the opportunity."

"Don't think I don't know that you, the cunning criminals, are best at swaying other people's psychology in words, making others relax their vigilance, and then seize the right opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow. I won't be fooled by you!"

"What I said is true." Schiller lowered his arm, gently pushed the chair back, and stood up against the wall, while Jason's muzzle kept pointing at his head.

"Batman, did you see it? Your adopted son's vigilance is no worse than you. Even if you don't install more than 560 cameras, more than 200 eavesdropping machines, more than a dozen self-aiming microsniper rifles, three huge bombs with accurate controllable ranges, and an electric shock device that connects the entire floor, he will not be in danger."

Jason heard footsteps coming from behind him, and he turned around. Seeing Batman appearing on the second floor, the young man wearing a red hood seemed a little angry, and he shouted: "I don't need your protection!"

After saying that, he snorted coldly and walked towards the door. Schiller quietly looked at his movements and said, "Your performance is not very natural, and I am not the kind of criminal who can take hostages. You don't have to try to distance yourself and get to the best shooting position."

Jason's steps paused, Schiller sat back in his original position as if he had no idea. Batman walked down the stairs and said to Jason: "Go and go and investigate the case that attacked the City Council spokesperson that day."

"You're going to stay here?" Jason turned around and asked him.

"Yes, I have some personal matters to talk to this professor."

"How many clothes do you have in your closet?" Jason choked back without showing any weakness.

"Jason, psychological counseling is charged on time. The price you can stay for one second more is probably..."

"goodbye!"

After Jason left, Batman sat down in the seat opposite. His figure seemed very relaxed, at least much more relaxed than Jason.

"You know me so well, it seems that you know me in another universe. What is your relationship?"

"Teacher and student."

"A simple teacher-student relationship is not enough to let you know my life habits, nor is it enough to let you understand my words, behaviors and styles so well." Batman shook his head and said, "Then can you tell me whether Batman in that world meets you, is it lucky or unfortunate?"

"Luckyer than you and more than Jason."

In an instant, Bruce's hand holding the armrest of the seat in the theater was released, and blood flowed down his white fingertips, adding a long-lost blood to the bleeding area.

"Jason in your universe..."

"The clown didn't break the bones in his body and then exploded to death." Schiller said the tragedy very bluntly, but Batman's fingertips slowly tightened.

Jason's face began to turn pale in the theater, but soon, Bruce grabbed his arm, asked him to sit down, and gently patted his back.

Just as Batman was about to open his mouth and say something, Schiller suddenly put down the tableware in his hand, looked into Batman's eyes, and said sincerely: "Thank you for providing me with everything, including decent clothing, food and houses, so that I won't be left on the streets."

"Thank you too for our understanding, tacit cooperation, and spiritual confrontation, which made me feel fulfilled and interesting."

"And to thank these, I can do something for you..." Schiller dragged the ending tone, and Batman looked at him silently, as if he didn't care, but the next second, Schiller's words made his heart tight.

"I can avenge Jason."

"No, you can't."

"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it."

"You can't do it."

"I can."

"I won't help you."

“It doesn’t matter.”

"Don't go to die."

After eating his last bite of the meal, Schiller stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at Batman. In the dull light floating in the shadows, the divine nature and evil nature of the man were perfectly integrated.

Elegant posture, decent words and deeds, and nothing to do with the word madness, but when his voice sounded, Batman felt the long-lost coldness.

"In your eyes, the clown represents madness, and I will let you understand what is... crazier than madness."
Chapter completed!