The nights in Colorado are much milder than Gotham. The climate here is quite good, there are not so many rainy days and foggy days, so even when night falls, the bright moonlight will illuminate the buildings here clearly.
The Florence Super Prison, which is located alone at the foot of the mountain, looks even more deserted and even a little scary under the bright moonlight. Residents near Denver know that a prison has been built far away from the city, but they do not know that this place
What kind of lunatic is being imprisoned?
Ignorance is indeed a happy thing sometimes. If they knew the truth about this prison, they might never have a good night's sleep again.
When a stretched luxury car parked at the gate of the prison, Bruce, wearing a suit, walked out. He went to the back seat of the car and opened the door for Amanda himself. Davis, who had been waiting in front of the prison gate, greeted her enthusiastically.
He came up to him and shook hands with Bruce.
"I feel very sorry about William's death. I don't know what kind of cruel murderer he is who dares to attack the FBI base, and I don't know what the benefits of doing so are." Bruce mentioned it like a casual chat.
a topic.
As Davis led the two men toward the prison, he sighed: "The murderer is really crazy. Does he think that committing crimes in the FBI will not be discovered? In fact, someone has already discovered the clue. I
I think it won’t be long before the murderer is brought to justice.”
Bruce nodded, smiled and said: "I am very confident in the efficiency of the FBI in handling the case, but I have told Amanda before that many people attributed this incident to serial killers.
They are very dissatisfied with the retaliation you planned, thinking that your plan was too aggressive, which led to such consequences."
Amanda snorted coldly and said, "They think that the whole world is arrogant, and it's best to leave criminals alone, as it won't harm them anyway."
Davis coughed lightly, as if to remind Amanda not to make such radical remarks. Amanda turned her head to the side, as if she didn't want to bring up this topic anymore.
The three of them entered the building along the narrow passage on the side of the prison. Bruce seemed to be curious about the environment here, looking up and down at the structure of the building.
After a while, he shook his head and said: "Miss Waller, as I said, your idea is not bad. Find a super prison to put serial killers in, and then tame them. In theory,
, this can be implemented.”
"Serial killers are not ignorant idiots. Although they do not regard themselves as human beings, in fact, they are still human beings. As long as they are human beings, they can be domesticated. The key lies in the method of domestication."
Amanda was still very unconvinced. She said: "If you think violent domestication is wrong, do you still want me to reason with them in a good voice? After so many years of social life, I have not been able to make them understand.
The simplest thing is, if you can't give them enough pain, how can they have a long memory?"
Bruce shook his head and said: "Sometimes, violent means are necessary, but it cannot be just violent means, and I just want to fill this gap."
"Miss Waller, I think you should have heard of that very famous murder case. More than ten years ago, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, died of murder. For so many years, I have been tracking the murderer and planning to take revenge.
"
"My hatred for criminals is no less than yours. I feel very happy to know that there are people in this world who have been planning to deal with criminals for so many years just like me."
Amanda frowned slightly, but not to express dissatisfaction. She was trying to recall the case about Thomas Wayne and his wife. She shook her head and said: "I have heard of that case, but the murder that happened in Gotham
The cases are all mysterious, have you found the murderer?"
"Yes, he is not a serial killer. He was just ordered by others out of profit. When I found him, he was already dying of old age. There was no use arguing with him anymore."
Bruce's words and the sigh in his tone made Amanda relieved. If Bruce said that his parents were also killed by a serial killer, Amanda would become suspicious.
"So far I have not found the murderer who killed my parents and brother." Amanda pursed her lips and said, "Professor Schiller has made outstanding contributions to this."
"What's going on with you two?" Bruce turned around and asked with some confusion.
"He was my college professor, and after my family was killed, I asked him for help, but he refused, and when one of the clues I found pointed to a newsagent, he burned it down.
, the clues were interrupted, and to this day, I have not found the murderer."
Amanda took a deep breath and said: "Later, I learned that they communicated through newspapers and newspapers. In order to eliminate traces of their communication, Schiller also eliminated my clues."
Bruce nodded and didn't ask any more questions. At this time, they came to a room. Davis entered the password and said: "You said you want to see Professor Schiller, I will have him transported here in advance."
Bian is here. Although he has just undergone surgery and has almost no mobility, in order to ensure your safety, it is best not to have physical contact with him."
After saying that, the thick door opened, revealing a closed room with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a chair.
Schiller was still restrained on the chair, but because his wounds were not yet healed, he did not wear a restraint, but an ordinary prison uniform, with his hands fixed on the armrests and his neck fixed on the back of the chair.
When the door opened, Bruce raised his eyebrows, because what was visible to the naked eye was that Schiller was in poor condition. His pale complexion caused by excessive blood loss and haggardness caused by the recovery period made him look very weak.
Amanda looked at Bruce's expression, and now she was sure that Bruce really didn't seem to have any intention of rescuing Schiller, because Bruce didn't appear very angry, nor was he sad or sad.
"Professor, we meet again." Bruce said calmly.
Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked up to Schiller and then walked around behind him. However, because of the cover of the prison uniform, only the traces of stitches on the wound on the back of his neck could be seen, but this
It was enough for Bruce to judge that Schiller was seriously injured.
"I have been thinking about a question during these many days apart from you." Bruce paced slowly in the room, and then continued: "What do you want me to understand with this series of actions of yours?"
"Of course, there may be many answers. For example, let me understand that I should not fall into the Stockholm complex easily. For example, let me believe that the disease will definitely coexist with me and I can never get rid of it. I can only choose to accept it."
"For another example, let me understand more deeply what you said before, that is, only criminals can deal with criminals. In other words, I must first admit that I am a criminal and understand criminals before I can deal with criminals.
"
When he said this, Bruce stopped and happened to be in front of Schiller. He looked at Schiller and shook his head and said: "But I don't think this is the final answer, or in other words, these answers can all be summarized into
One answer, I think, is - fatherhood."
"There are many kinds of power in this world, but most of them are based on distrust and hatred. Because of distrust and hatred, we need to use power to rule. Power is the hatred of the power holder.
Services."
"But there is only one power that is different, and that is paternal power."
"It was born out of love, and it also serves the father's love. Maybe the father's love is twisted, maybe the way of exercising power is wrong, but it is still born from the father's love for his children, or the love he thinks he has.
.”
"Before the children reach adulthood, the family is a completely closed environment for them. They have no ability to leave. In this environment, they can easily develop Stockholm complex. Because they are unable to change their father, they lower their own standards and domesticate themselves to love him."
"The violence, arrogance, jealousy, and desire for control displayed by the father in the process of exercising power all make the children more deeply aware of human pathology."
"Fathers use their power to force their children to understand them, and their children who understand them will one day compete with them for authority."
"In the process of growing up, let the balance tilt in your direction, so that after your father ages and loses power, you can completely take over his authority and become the new exerciser of father's authority."
"At first, I thought I should focus on the power part of fatherhood, but now, I realize that I should focus on the part of fatherhood that is most different from other powers - love."
Bruce walked to the door and said a few words to Davis at the door. Davis glanced at Amanda, who nodded slightly, and Davis went out.
After a while, two security guards brought in an ordinary table. Bruce took a metal tray from two doctors in white coats and placed it on the table.
There was a cup in the metal tray, as well as a transparent hose and a needle. Bruce put on his gloves. Only then did Schiller look up at him and asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?"
What?"
"Draw blood." Bruce replied.
A series of low laughter came. Schiller had difficulty even speaking, but his laughter could still put great pressure on people. He looked at Bruce and said: "Come on, let me return the 1000 ml of blood to you."
, we’re settled.”
Bruce shook his head. He put on his gloves and picked up the needle. Without hesitation, he inserted the needle into his arm and watched the red blood flow out until the entire blood bag was filled.
Schiller stared directly at his movements. Amanda, who was standing behind Bruce, did not see the arrogance of winning in the professor's eyes for the first time.
When the blood bag was filled, Bruce pulled out the needle, shook the blood bag, took the glass next to it, and poured all the blood into it.
A full glass of blood immediately emitted the smell of blood after leaving the sealed container.
Bruce came to Schiller with a cup in his hand expressionlessly. Schiller looked up at him. Bruce's face was sunk in the darkness of the backlight, and divinity and evil were dissolved in his blue eyes.
"Batman..." Schiller shouted instinctively.
"You know that Arrogance has worked hard for so long just to complete the clown's mission as soon as possible and no longer have to be entangled with my fate. You also know that he is a good teacher and will never hurt his students just for fun."
Bruce said in a low tone, while passing the glass filled with blood to Schiller's lips, and said: "But as long as you drink Batman's blood, Arrogance will never be free, and he will never be free."
It was impossible to escape the fate entangled with me, and I violated my own standards as a teacher and became a monster who abused students."
Schiller slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at Bruce, but his body instinctively retreated until the back of his head was pressed against the back of the chair, unable to retreat.
But the cups filled with blood kept being passed forward, and Schiller could only turn his head to avoid the approaching smell of blood.
But the next second, Bruce's gloved hand directly grabbed Schiller's chin, turned his head over, inserted his thumb along the corner of his lips, and forced Schiele's jaw open, and the other
He tilted the cup in his hand and poured the blood directly into it.
With a "swish", in Amanda's surprised eyes, Schiller disappeared from the chair, and the next second, he appeared in the corner of the room.
Schiller was half kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth full of blood, coughing and retching crazily, not caring about the violent shock and tearing open the wound on his back, and the blood dyed half of the prison uniform red.
Bruce strode over with the glass in hand. Schiller staggered up and tried to avoid it. Bruce dropped the glass to the ground, then picked up a fragment and scratched it into his palm with all his strength.
Schiller's movements were uncontrollably stiff for a moment, and then his expression became dull.
When the blood on Bruce's palm burst out, the gray mist invaded and threw him to the ground.
The second the gray mist condensed into a human form, Bruce stood up as quickly as possible and grabbed Schiller's neck from behind.
Schiller grabbed Bruce's wrist and threw him away. With a "swish" sound, the blood on Bruce's hand splashed on Schiller's face.
When the two of them ended their entanglement and stepped away, they had no calm expressions or elegant postures. They were both covered in blood, their faces were pale, and they looked as embarrassed as a madman or a tramp.
The scales only balanced for less than a second. One of the figures knelt down weakly, covering his mouth full of blood with his hands, trembling all over.
Another figure walked up to him and threw away the bloody glass shards in his hand.
Bruce wiped his cheek with his bloody palm, and knelt down amidst the blood on the ground.
His outstretched hands were like those of a confused baby, or like the outstretched wings of a bat.
Amidst the chaos, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.
Hugging his mentor, his enemy, his savior and father, his... lamb.
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