Standing in the middle of the theater seats, Jason's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg in. Before he could speak, Bruce's voice came from behind: "That's not you, just like this me is not me either."
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Jason turned his head and saw eyes that looked particularly blue under the light of the screen. He opened his mouth and seemed to lose his mind. After a while, he lowered his eyes and said, "No, maybe that will be in the future."
I."
"No matter how romantic the inspirational stories written in the book are, they won't happen to ordinary people. I won't go to work on Wall Street wearing a tie."
"I will just be like an ordinary Gotham Kid gang member, waiting to be picked by the gang. The best outcome is to grab a gun, rush into the previous leader's office and beat him to death, and then sit in that position myself."
Barry felt his heart being tugged hard. He regretted it the moment he uttered that name, but he knew that Jason would see it sooner or later. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and he was in a trance for a moment, and couldn't help but whisper.
Say: "And the worst outcome..."
"No, Jason, that's not you." Barry immediately turned to look at the little boy and said, "Everything that happened to him has nothing to do with you. You are separated by a huge distance, farther than the universe. No matter what you heard,
What, that’s just a story.”
Bruce stared at Barry with burning eyes. He understood the implication of Barry's words, but Barry seemed to be relieved. He said: "No, it's okay. Batman won't say it, at least not in front of him.
It's fine……"
Bruce slowly closed his eyes. He had already expected that a terrible tragic story might have happened to Jason in another universe. His irritability and aggression came not only from his experience on the streets.
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He remembered what Ill said, only trapped animals will show their fangs all the time. Uncontrollable display of aggression is a sign of insecurity and fear.
Bruce slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could already deduce what kind of tragedy Jason had suffered. The dark path Batman had taken was doomed to have countless evil opponents who would do anything and be despicable.
in the end.
And when they find that Batman is invincible, they will naturally pour out the madness on the people around him. Whenever he thinks of this, Bruce almost starts to tremble. Even if he just thinks of this, the darkness hidden in his heart begins.
Boiling uncontrollably.
He couldn't imagine how much pain he would feel when Alfred, Selina, Dick, Elsa, and even Jason and Tim, who had not lived with him for a long time, were hurt.
Is it really worth it?
This question was swirling in Bruce's mind, and he found that he began to not understand Batman's choice, but his reason told him that this kind of incomprehension was normal. What surprised him was, when would he start?
Is it a little bit different from normal?
But on the screen, the atmosphere in the room became anxious. Batman wanted to persuade Jason to retreat, but the more he tried to do so, he wondered whether Jason was willing to back down. Apparently, Schiller began to lose his patience. Bridge
Schiller is not unwilling to adjust the relationship between the Bat-family, nor is he unable to do so. He can even easily point out why Jason behaves so violently, point out what errors Batman has made in communication and how to correct them.
But the premise is that they should make an appointment first, then call before the appointment, come to the door on time, and dress like civilized people, not crazy people in fancy clothes.
Then he sat down on the chair step by step and took turns speaking from two perspectives. Schiller found out the possible contradictions in their respective reactions, made suggestions for them, and made an appointment for the next treatment.
In fact, this is not Schiller's pretentiousness. He has such a need because this treatment process has been tested thousands of times and is helpful for mentally ill patients to stabilize and express their inner emotions.
Like now, two weirdos in tights stand among the broken glass. You threaten them and they resist you. One is exercising authority and the other is expressing his emotions. This is not conducive to their relationship and prevents the psychiatrist from being more capable.
Evaluate their mental state rationally and objectively.
For Schiller, this is very important. If the environment and atmosphere do not meet the needs of the conversation, the derived results may be biased. If treatment is carried out with this bias, it is likely to have bad consequences. He
Never allow this to happen.
Schiller believes that perfect control of the atmosphere on one's own territory is a requirement for a psychologist's professionalism. This is to ensure the accuracy of the results. This is the biggest difference between his and greedy practice styles. Bridge
For Greedy, he hopes that the atmosphere of the conversation will be as relaxed as possible. It is best for patients to completely relax their vigilance. They can do whatever they want and say what they want. It doesn't matter even if they are wallowing here. As long as there is a reaction, they will
There is material for judgment.
But for Arrogance, it is normal for the patients who come here to go crazy and lose control in front of him and cry constantly. If they are not sick, they don't need to come here.
But they can't destroy the atmosphere, let alone try to take over the initiative and take the initiative. If they can really build the atmosphere and exercise the initiative well, they won't be here anymore.
"Please come out." Schiller pointed to the window and said.
Red Hood and Batman were stunned at the same time. Apparently Schiller's handling method was beyond their expectations.
Batman has experienced too many times. When he quarreled with his Robin, bystanders tried to mediate their conflicts. Many people pointed out the root cause of the conflict between them, and some tried to comfort them or stand in the middle.
One side blames the other.
This was the first time they met. When they quarreled, someone wanted to drive them out of the bridge.
"you……"
As soon as the Red Hood uttered the first syllable, Batman directly grabbed his arm and pushed him out of the newly broken window. Outside the window was the ceiling of the garage on the first floor. Just now, the Red Hood climbed up here first, and then
Just broke the window.
After Batman also went out of the window, Schiller stood by the window and said, "I'm waiting for your appointment call."
Early the next morning, the sound of "bang bang bang" banging on the door echoed in Kazsovo No. 125. Schiller walked out of the bedroom. He wore a silk shirt and tied it as he walked out.
tie.
After tying his tie, he opened the door. Outside was a young man wearing a sweatshirt, but still wearing a mask. Although the hood completely covered his face, everyone could see that he must be wearing a stinky face now.
His face was filled with reluctance, and resistance was written all over his body.
"Come in." Schiller said softly.
He opened the door, and the red hood looked up and down at the scene in the room. His scrutinizing gaze seemed to be looking for the hidden compartment and bridge where Schiller hid the murder weapon or criminal evidence.
When his eyes fell on the collection of cabinets, the red hood was about to open his mouth and make some unfriendly comments in order to seize the initiative. But before that, Schiller walked towards the sofa and said:
"Last night, Batman called me and apologized to me for your unreasonable behavior last night and for breaking the glass in my house."
Red Hood's words were immediately blocked. He stood by the door and looked Schiller up and down, snorted coldly and said: "...It's just you?"
"Yes." Schiller turned around and walked to the back porch of the living room, opened the window and took the ordered breakfast from the window sill, then placed it on the table by the window and sat down.
Schiller tied his napkin and said, "Actually, Batman knew that the criminal would be here."
"So, why do criminals come to your place?" Red Hood swaggered to sit opposite Schiller.
But Schiller observed a small detail. When Red Hood pulled the chair, he lifted the chair up and took it back instead of directly dragging the back of the chair back, which avoided the chair legs leaving scratches on the wooden floor and making noise.
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At the same time, his feet did not leave any traces on the floor, which meant that he must have wiped the soles of his shoes well on the doormat, otherwise, the muddy ground of Gotham, which had just rained, would not have spared him.
"Are you an accomplice of the murderer?" Red Hood asked.
"I am an associate of Batman." Schiller took out the dishes from the food box and said, "I ordered Cantonese morning tea for two people in Chinatown last night."
Just as Red Hood was about to speak, Schiller continued: "I told Batman to worry about your breakfast. After all, I haven't had time to thank him for giving me two clothes and this house."
Red Hood's words were blocked again, and he had to ask: "How can you be Batman's associate? Why did Batman give you these things?"
The doubts in his tone were easy to read. He was basically talking about how could Batman have an accomplice? How could he give gifts to others?
"Let's talk about the murderer you saw that day." Schiller slowly placed some strange-shaped plates and unusual food on the table.
Red Hood opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to take the initiative, but he was still involuntarily attracted by Schiller's measured movements, and began to guess what the next dish Schiller would take out of the food box was.
where.
"Obviously, my move to track down the murderer with Batman annoyed the not-so-smart murderer. He wanted to take revenge on me and alienate my alliance with Batman. The best way was to create a murder and
Frame me."
"Of course, it's too difficult to mislead Batman. He doesn't have that kind of talent, so he can only do the next best thing. He has to find someone who is reckless, impulsive and not very talented as a detective to mislead."
"What did you say?!" Red Hood raised his voice.
"Oh, you misunderstood, I was definitely not saying that you are this kind of person."
"Maybe you just happened to meet the murderer. Among the countless murders in Gotham City, you happened to meet the scene where he assassinated the city council speaker, and you happened to stop his crime. It just happened to be in Gotham City.
In the chaotic night, Tan did not chase him all the way here without following him."
"So, you must be an extremely cautious detective who knows how to exercise restraint and is quite gifted in reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance. Is that really disrespectful?" Qiao said.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
In the theater, Harry almost fainted from laughter. She was so out of breath that Diana thought she was about to choke to death and had to pat her on the back to calm her down.
Jason pursed his lips, as if he couldn't laugh or cry, or as if his chest was tight with anger. He took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm not Tim. I don't have any detective talent. I just have a bad temper. What's wrong?!"
Harry laughed so much that he fell off the chair. Diana had to pick her up, put her arms around her, and let her lean against her. Looking at the overjoyed little girl in her arms, Diana couldn't help but smile.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
The chest of the Red Hood on the screen kept rising and falling. He exhaled a long breath, stared into Schiller's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You can call me Red Hood."
"Okay, Jason, Batman said this is your nickname."
"What's the relationship between you and Batman?!" Red Hood slapped the table and stood up, shouting to Schiller: "Since I walked in, you have been Batman, Batman, Batman, acting as if you are very familiar with each other.
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"We do know each other very well," Schiller said slowly.
"ha?!"
Schiller slowly picked up the tableware, looked up at the Red Hood, and said slowly.
"All white shirts are placed in the middle grid on the far left side of the wardrobe. Colored shirts are placed in the grid below. The ones made of special materials are hung on the lower right side. The tie rolls are dark, light, and rhombus from left to right.
, Stripes, I am used to lying flat or on my left side when sleeping. The first thing I do when I get up is to use my right hand to smooth back the hair in front of my forehead..."
"ha???!!!!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes in the theater fell on Bruce.