"We don't want to know at all why Schiller knows what clothes you put in your wardrobe..." Hal said.
"I have no interest in what you do first thing when you wake up..." Constantine immediately answered.
"You two even get along to the point where you can still live in peace after stabbing each other, I mean really stabbing each other..." Clark immediately continued.
"...We won't be surprised by what you will do." Lucifer made the final decision.
He answered the words like a drama without any gaps, blocking what Bruce wanted to explain back into his mouth. It was like a punch on cotton, which made him feel weak for a while.
There is actually nothing difficult to explain about this matter. The most tortured scene between Bruce and Schiller in the past four years was revising their papers.
Even if Bruce Wayne is a famous rich man, it is impossible for a famous psychologist like Schiller to rush to Wayne Manor to correct his paper for five buckets of rice.
It's impossible for Bruce to let Schiller do this, because there are Selina, Dick, Elsa and Alfred in Wayne Manor.
Putting aside his girlfriend and children, if Alfred knew how his thesis was written, Elsa might not be able to restore Bruce's improved image with Alfred.
In other words, the place to revise the paper is either in school or at Rodriguez Manor, but even in school, Schiller still has to go home in the end. Before Bruce finished revising, he had to go home with him. He wanted to run away.
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Of course, as we all know, the scene of Batman walking in the garden and being hung on a tree basically occurred when Schiller asked Batman, who had just finished patrolling, to come to the manor to revise his paper.
Batman walked in the garden not because the garden was easy to walk in, but mainly because he didn't want to be seen by Merkel. Otherwise, given the speed at which the butlers could exchange information in less than an hour, Alfred would have come to kill him.
Looking back on the past, Bruce just wanted to slap his freshman self. When he asked Schiller to leave him a room in Rodriguez Manor, he didn't expect that his words came true. In the past few years, whenever Batman
When sleeping, I basically stayed at Schiller's house.
Although Batman is not a typical autistic person and has basically no stereotyped behavior, he is not a sloppy person. Like other patients with mental illness, he likes to put everything in a familiar place, so no matter where he goes, as long as he
There is a wardrobe, and the way clothes are arranged remains the same.
Bruce also knew that this way of arrangement actually came from Alfred, because Alfred had arranged his clothes since he was a child. The old butler was an Englishman and was even more meticulous in storing formal clothes, even between shirts.
There are slight differences, so they must not be mixed together. Every piece of clothing has its place.
When Bruce stays at Schiller's house, he rarely brings a change of clothes. But the problem is that for Batman, sleep is not the end of the day. He is also used to thinking about some issues in his dreams that he has no time to think about during the day.
As mentioned before, human dreams are connected by the dream world. The distance between dreams does not entirely depend on the distance between reality. It does not necessarily mean that the distance between dreams is close if they are close in reality, but there are exceptions.
Generally speaking, the distance of dreams depends on the frequency of conscious activity. A slightly science fiction explanation is "brain waves". Brain waves at the same frequency are more likely to be connected together.
Obviously, after Schiller and Bruce tortured each other about Bruce's paper, both of them fell asleep with their thoughts full of thoughts. When they returned to their own thinking palace, they were even more angry, mainly because Schiller was so angry.
Come everywhere.
Then, Schiller discovered that even if there was no crazy wine, as long as Bruce fell asleep in this state, the two people's dreams were still very close, so Schiller could climb over the wall, catch Bruce, and continue in the dream.
Revise the paper.
Although there are many rooms in the Tower of Thought, including many empty offices, Arrogance really doesn't want other Schillers to know what Bruce's thesis was written.
So every time, he would bring Bruce over through the hole and then take him to his room. The two of them would continue to have some unfriendly discussions on the contents of the paper, discussing first and discussing later.
Over time, the other Schillers got used to it, and in the end, Bruce himself could climb over the wall from his dream, go through the hole at the bottom, and arrive at Pride's room without even needing Arrogance to lead the way.
In the real room, there are no clothes or wardrobes, but in the tower of thinking, everything depends on imagination. When Bruce stays in the arrogant room, he will project the bedroom in his memory here, and it will be here for a short time.
It became the bedroom he owned in Wayne Manor, and naturally it also had the closet that Alfred packed.
The special thing about Schiller's thinking tower is that when arrogance goes up to work, the thinking tower is also open. Arrogant thinking and the operation of the thinking tower do not affect each other.
So it is easy for a situation to arise. In reality, Arrogant Schiller is giving a lecture at Gotham University, and Bruce is sleeping underneath. But Bruce is not actually sleeping, but doing homework in the room of the Thinking Tower.
This is the most important reason why Arrogant Schiller would allow Bruce to sleep in his class. Of course, his own statement is slightly different from this, but it can be ignored.
Under such circumstances, it was very difficult for Schiller to know the details of Bruce's life. The flow of thoughts was different from that in the real world. Schiller kept Bruce correcting papers for dozens of hours at every turn, including how many hairs he had grown.
I've almost counted them all.
These people in the theater in this world are not surprised by this. As they said before, these two people stabbed each other, and even stabbed each other more than once. They tortured each other for four years, tortured until the end, and almost played each other.
After death, we can finally sit together calmly, so what else can they persuade? What else can they persuade?
Even Clark began to doubt whether he was right to forcefully separate them in the first place. He thought that both of them must be in pain just because of their illness. Now he realizes that if he can take care of these two lunatics, he might as well go to Mexico.
Plow two more acres.
Clark even wanted to say that these two people should join forces to create a tutorial to teach all mental patients in the world to pair up in this way, one-to-one precise internal friction, internal conflicts, internal resolution, and not to harm ordinary people. If it can really succeed.
, it’s simply a blessing.
But the problem is that Jason in this universe doesn't know this. In his opinion, Schiller is a weirdo who suddenly appeared, and he may even be a criminal. Therefore, when Schiller said very accurately that Batman is very private,
When he got used to it, his jaw almost dropped.
Even through the mask, it could be seen that Jason's mouth could not be closed for a long time, and besides the shock, there was another emotion, which was the anxiety brought about by curiosity.
Just when Jason opened his mouth to ask, suddenly, a pair of chopsticks were handed to Jason. Schiller looked at Jason and said, "Don't worry, your adoptive father has made an appointment for five hours of treatment for you."
Jason opened his mouth again. He was about to object to the time, but then he remembered Schiller's words just now. He read the word in his mouth, and then said: "...Adoptive father?"
"Isn't he your adoptive father?" Schiller said, pretending to be confused: "Did I misjudge the relationship between you two? It's okay, the medical records can be changed..."
After saying that, Schiller put down the tableware in his hand, wiped his hands gently, and turned around to get the medical record. But at this time, Jason suddenly stuttered. He held a chopstick in one hand and stammered.
: "No, that, wait a moment..."
Schiller sat back again, as if he had just thought of it, and said with some confusion: "If he was not your adoptive father, why would he be willing to spend such a high price to let you see me for psychological consultation?"
"The price? What price?"
Jason keenly picked out the words in Schiller's words. Although he has a bad temper, he has a particularly rich imagination.
He felt that Batman must have agreed to Schiller's unreasonable request, so he immediately said angrily: "Did you lie to Batman? Deliberately describe my problem as serious, huh, you kind of
I've seen a lot of liars, tell me, what did you get from him?!"
"I'm not a liar, and I didn't lie to him. My psychological consultation was clearly priced, and he paid for it, so I'll give you treatment."
When Schiller said it was money, Jason immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "Tsk, what did I think it was? That rich guy has a lot of money..."
"Oh, really? Then I'll be relieved. Then please bring this bill to him after the treatment today."
Jason didn't care what he said at all. He crossed one leg over the other in a huff, lifted the lower part of his mask, took the water glass, took a sip of water, and took the bill with his other hand.
He glanced at it and said: "Who do you think you are? You still want to ask me to run errands? If you let me take you, then...poof!!!!!"
Jason stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the series of numbers at the end of the bill that had no decimal points and seemed extremely long. His voice almost screamed: "Thousands,
Ten thousand, one hundred thousand...how many??????"
Jason took the bill down, looked at Schiller with the same shocked look, then took the bill back up, looked at the number again, and finally looked at Schiller again.
"Wait a moment!"
Jason shouted. As soon as Schiller opened his mouth to speak, Jason stretched out a hand to stop him. He looked down at his clothes, then ran back to the center of the living room, turning his head back and forth to look at the entire room again.
Obviously, the most eye-catching thing in the living room is the dazzling array of exhibits displayed on the bookshelf. In Jason's eyes, these strange sculptures began to shine with the luster of money, and soon he found a familiar collection among them.
"...Isn't this the horrifyingly expensive wine glass that was in the warehouse before?...Oh, I understand!" Jason suddenly understood, and he quickly walked over to sit opposite Schiller.
As if he had discovered a big secret, the young man leaned forward, stared at Schiller with bright eyes, and lowered his voice and said, "You're not laundering money for Batman, are you???!!"
Greedy slapped him on the forehead in the theater, and said loudly to Jason on the screen: "Look carefully! Boy! Who is laundering money?! An arrogant old antique who can't do abacus?! His vision is very bad!"
"I think I'm going to be in bad luck." Jason commented with a stiff face: "He actually dared to talk about money in front of Professor Schiller. I think he might be thrown into the river. I hope Batman can save him in time.
He fished it out."
Although the others remained silent, they obviously agreed with Jason's evaluation of himself.
Everyone knows that Professor Shiller is very averse to settling accounts and has great malice towards finance. He calls Wall Street an autonomous zone for the public enemy of mankind. Anyone who repeatedly talks about money with him will have no good results.
But somewhat unexpectedly, Schiller was not angry. He just smiled, looked into Jason's eyes and said:
"Isn't Batman your adoptive father? He is willing to spend so much money on you. I thought you were very important to him."