"Why do I think you have some self-doubt?" Schiller took out the tea bag included in the lunch box and said while reading the information on it.
"This is not called self-doubt." Although Jason still put his arms on the back of the chair a little unreasonably, he still picked up the chopsticks a little awkwardly, as if he was a little curious about this special tableware. He shook his head and continued.
Said: "Your medical fees are quite astonishing, but Batman is also very rich."
"I heard that he was funded by Bruce Wayne. Does Bruce Wayne know that he gave the money to his adopted son for psychological counseling?"
Jason choked for a moment and muttered: "That's his own business. Besides, I don't need psychological counseling. It's completely unnecessary..."
Before Schiller could speak, Jason said before him: "I don't know if Batman told you...forget it, I know how he described me, a poor little guy who came back from the dead and suffered so much."
Tortured, full of grievances, come on, I have forgotten those things!"
"In the past few years, Batman has taken me to meet many people, including so-called experts and scholars like you. As soon as they heard that I had been abused by a madman, they began to say things that I couldn't hear.
Know the terms, trauma disorder, stress reaction, etc..."
"The way they look at me really makes me unbearable. If you ask me, you foreigners can be hypocritical. Why don't you give everything that happens to everyone in this world a name like a mental illness?
?Before long, you will be richer than the assholes on Wall Street!"
"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 diagnoses are unfounded. I am living well.
You will live a better life."
"I can see 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 that you don't like doctors, or that you don't like them a little bit, but it's okay
Classified as unfit.”
"But in fact, the main reason for your disgust is that Batman took you to see a doctor, as if to say that you have become his weakness, but this is not the case. You are not that fragile, so the doctor's sincere words are in vain.
It sounds more like gesticulating to you."
"You are somewhat self-aware."
"I'm living for this."
Jason didn't seem to expect Schiller's answer. He put one leg on top of the other, and his feet were almost level with the dining table. But suddenly he put his legs down again, looked at Schiller and said, "You
Aren’t you angry?”
"Why do you think I should be angry? Did you wipe the soles of your shoes before entering the store, or did you handle the chair with care?"
"Do you want to praise me?"
"That's what I mean, Jason, you want to tell the world that trauma is a person's experience, but not a person's label. Trauma can stay in the real world for a short time or exist in memory for a long time, but who
You can’t live your whole life pointing to the injuries you’ve suffered…”
"Are you really a foreigner?" Jason asked with some confusion.
Schiller ate breakfast by himself, and didn't care that Jason didn't touch the food on the table. He just said to himself: "You, like everyone else in this city, suffer too much.
So you are extra strong, and like the people here, you hate others treating you as a weak person."
"But if Batman really lets go, will you feel better?" Schiller smiled, took a sip of soup and said, "When I said Batman was your adoptive father, you were quite happy, right?
?When you saw that astonishing bill, you were not only shocked, but also a little bit complaining."
"You are worried that Batman has been defrauded of money, and you feel that no matter how rich he is, he can't be so lavish. You treat his things as yours, and get close to him unconsciously, but at the same time you feel a little guilty."
Schiller sighed softly and said, "Perhaps you don't even realize that you were born in poverty, so you cherish things very much. Although you always act justly, you don't think that everything you enjoy now is natural."
It should be..."
"Psychologists always have their reasons." Jason shrugged and said, "No matter what you say, you can make sense. This is your ability to make money. It has been honed countless times and has been engraved in your bones."
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"Do you think what I said is wrong?"
"In this world, everyone has a set of reasons that can be explained, otherwise he would not continue to live." Jason stood up from the chair, walked to the sofa, and said as he walked: "Even if it is
These unreasonable lunatics in Gotham all have their own reasons."
"The difference is that some people use the same set of things that have convinced themselves to convince others, while some people use the same set of things provided by others to convince themselves. These are two completely different people, and psychiatrists are the former."
"However, those psychological theories that exist in books do not really become truth just because they are numerous or have existed for a long time."
"The person who summed up these principles may not have experienced these things. In terms of persuading others, one person made up a set of principles to persuade others, and others repeated it ten thousand times, and it became the truth."
"But if you are not convinced by them, you are abnormal, stingy with money, not caring about your mental health, poor and without vision."
"The world uses worldly standards of pain to judge whether you are in pain, gives you pity and advises you to get treatment, and then comes someone like you, standing from another perspective, saying that I am right and that I am special.
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Jason looked back at Schiller and said: "But essentially, what you care about is the process of 'persuasion'. Others listen to your reasons and bring you wealth, status and satisfaction."
"Everyone around me said that I am not good at listening and only shake my fists when I meet criminals. This is because I know that persuading others is a part of your life. If you cut off this part, you will become like a person on the carpet.
Wool is generally boring."
"If you lose the goal of persuading others and making them agree with you, you will have nothing to say anymore."
"And as it happens, I'm very good at making other people speechless." Jason crossed his arms and shook his head.
"You can't convince me, not because you are not knowledgeable enough, not because what you say does not make sense, but because I have known for a long time that the best way to avoid being convinced is that as long as you don't think about it, no matter how reasonable the truth is,
It’s just a piece of shit.”
Schiller paused slightly, but soon he continued to hold the chopsticks, put food on the plate, and said:
"Persuading others is the job of a psychiatrist. I use this skill to make money. I can make a lot of money. I can even earn two sets of clothes, a watch, priceless cufflinks and an entire house from Batman..."
With a "swish", Jason sat back down opposite Schiller, stared at him sharply and said, "...how did you do that?"
"I discovered that what you are interested in is not making money, but making Batman's money. Is his money so difficult to make?"
"It seems you don't know Batman very well." Jason exhaled through his nose and continued: "All the bad guys I have seen were beaten up by him because they were not professional enough and wanted to defraud money!"
"You are the first person I have ever seen who can deceive so many things from Batman. Even if you are a liar, it is amazing enough." Jason leaned forward more, seeming very interested.
"This is my secret that I don't tell anyone. If others hear it..."
Jason smiled, stood up with his arms crossed, walked to Schiller's side and bent down, as if he wanted Schiller to teach him in a low voice.
The next second, the sound of "click" was heard, and the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against 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?"
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"You misunderstood. It is impossible for me to do anything to you. There is no need or opportunity."
"Don't think I don't know. You cunning criminals are best at using words to shake other people's minds and make them relax their vigilance. Then you can seize the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. I won't be fooled by you!"
"What I said is true." Schiller put down his arms, gently pushed the chair back, and stood up against the wall, while Jason's gun was pointed at his head.
"Batman, have you seen it? Your adopted son's vigilance is no worse than yours, even if you haven't installed more than 560 cameras, more than 200 bugs, a dozen self-aiming micro sniper rifles, and three precise ranges here.
With a huge controllable bomb and an electric shock device that connects the entire floor, he won't be in danger."
Jason heard footsteps behind him and turned around. He saw Batman's figure appearing on the second floor. The young man wearing the red hood looked a little angry and said loudly: "I don't need your protection!"
After saying that, he snorted coldly and strode towards the door. Schiller watched his movements quietly and said: "Your performance is not natural, and I am not the kind of criminal who would take hostages. You
No need to try to distance yourself to get to the best shooting position."
Jason's footsteps paused, and Schiller sat back down as if he was unaware. Batman walked down the stairs and said to Jason: "Go and track down the man who attacked the city council speaker that day.
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"Are you going to stay here?" Jason turned around and asked him.
"Yes, I have some personal matters that I want to talk to the professor about."
"How many pieces of clothing do you have in your closet?" Jason choked back without showing any signs of weakness.
"Jason, psychological consultation is charged by the hour. The price for one extra second of your stay is probably..."
"goodbye!"
After Jason left, Batman sat down on the seat opposite him. His posture seemed very relaxed, at least much more relaxed than Jason.
"You know me so well. It seems that you know me from another universe. What is your relationship?"
"Teachers and students."
"A simple teacher-student relationship is not enough for you to know my living habits, nor is it enough for you to have such an understanding of my speech, behavior, and style." Batman shook his head and said, "Then can you tell me, that world
Is it lucky or unlucky for Batman to meet you?"
"Luckier than you, and luckier than Jason."
In an instant, Bruce's hand loosened his grip on the armrest of the seat in the theater, and blood flowed down his white fingertips, adding a long-lost color to the blood loss areas.
"The Jason of your universe..."
"I didn't have all the bones in my body broken by the Joker and then exploded to death." Schiller told the tragedy very straightforwardly, but Batman's fingertips slowly tightened.
Jason's face in the theater began to look a little pale, but soon, Bruce took his arm, asked him to sit down, and patted his back gently.
Just when Batman was about to open his mouth to say something, Schiller suddenly put down the tableware in his hand, looked into Batman's eyes, and said very sincerely: "Thank you for everything you provided me, including decent clothing and food.
And a house to keep me from living on the streets."
"Thank you also for our mutual understanding, tacit cooperation, and spiritual confrontation, which made me feel fulfilling and interesting."
"And in order to thank you for this, I can do one thing for you..." Schiller dragged out his voice. Batman looked at him silently, as if he didn't care, but the next second, Schiller's words made him...
My heart tightened.
"I can help Jason get revenge."
"No, you can't."
"Just because you can't do 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 and die."
Schiller finished the last bite of his meal, stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at Batman. In the dim light with floating shadows, the man's divinity and evil were perfectly blended together.
His posture was elegant, his words and deeds were decent, and he had nothing to do with the word crazy. But when his voice sounded, Batman felt a long-lost coldness.
"In your eyes, clowns represent madness, and I will let you understand what is...crazier than madness."