When Bruce used the carriage prepared by Master Andrew to bring the first batch of books back to the Forgotten Bookstore, the new owner of the bookstore, Constantine, was dumbfounded as he watched groups of mage apprentices happily move a bunch of tomes into his bookstore.
in the store.
"Hey, Lars, you are Master Andrew's apprentice Lars, right? What are you doing? I haven't bought any new goods recently?"
The black-haired apprentice whom Constantine called Lars stretched out a hand, pointed back with his thumb and said: "You have to ask the rich man behind you, and when did you, a damn bad guy, get close to Wayne?"
of?"
"We'll talk about it later." Constantine turned around and patted him on the back, stepped on the spot and ran towards the back of the team.
He found Bruce in front of the carriage door who was counting the number. He leaned back in an exaggerated manner, drew an outward arc with his hands, and said: "What are you doing? Where did these books come from?!"
"This is the gift of knowledge given to me by the demon king I just made a contract with. It's a meeting gift for you. You're welcome." "But but but but but... Ouch!"
Constantine was hit on the forehead by the fallen stack of books, and he suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, grinning and said, "Isn't it? You don't really think there is anyone."
Will you buy those tomes that only you can understand?...Wait a minute, you plan to sell them, right?"
Bruce shook his head, drew a five-pointed star on his chest, and then said: "I have already said, this is the gift of knowledge from the great Majesty Beelzebub. Talking about business is too vulgar."
At this moment, another carriage landed at the door. Nightwing stood on the top of the carriage, waved to Bruce and said, "This is the penultimate carriage. Jason and Jim are sorting out the last carriage of books. Soon
Just send it over."
After saying that, he jumped down from the roof of the car and walked up to Bruce. He lowered his head first, then raised his head and glanced at his expression and said: "I'm afraid we didn't complete the task well. That Demon Majesty looks at
They don’t seem to welcome us.”
"It doesn't matter, he will welcome you in the future."
"How is your health?"
"Much better." Bruce and Nightwing walked toward the door of the bookstore together. Nightwing turned to look at him and said, "Are you planning to find a cure for the disease in the occult world?"
"I don't have all my hopes." Bruce shook his head and said.
Nightwing's face immediately became a little heavy. He sighed and said: "Unfortunately, I have no research on magic. I only heard Diana say a few words occasionally. Have you ever asked the Diana of your universe?"
"I was about to ask her." Bruce said this, and Nightwing thought that Bruce had previously said that he and Diana would go to Mount Olympus to pick up something. Could it be related to this matter?
It seems that every Batman has his own tragedy. Nightwing thought rather gloomily that the Batman in this universe could save Gotham, but he could not save himself.
On the other side, at the entrance of Master Andrew's mage tower, most of the ruins of the buildings have disappeared, and Beelzebub also left the human world with his demon generals.
For a demon monarch, the palace is not a very precious asset, but for humans, everything from hell has extremely pure energy. All the mages who came to the birthday party today have gained a lot.
At this time, they opened the portal in twos and threes, preparing to move the loot back.
Almost none of the magicians present knew the Red Hood and Red Robin, so many black magicians had the idea of that pile of books. They were not keen on the knowledge of demons, but they just thought that there might be something left by Beelzebub in it.
power, so I wanted to take it away secretly.
The Red Hood is like a vicious dog guarding the house. Anyone who dares to get close to the pile of books will be beaten all over the head by him. Red Robin stands directly above the pile of books to inform him, and all the scoundrels will be beaten.
Got a fat beating.
"Hey, Jason, look to your right, who is that guy in a suit and holding a cane?" Red Robin stretched his neck and looked to one side.
He looked down and saw that Red Hood was busy dealing with two black magicians who were trying to reach from the side of the stack of books, so he jumped down and said to the man who came over: "Don't go any further.
There is an owner of the pile, otherwise you will be beaten."
Red Robin rarely spoke to others in such a rude tone, but the greed of these magicians exceeded their imagination. They had only been here for half an hour, and there were more than a dozen waves of lawless people trying to embezzle them.
the fruits of other people's labor.
"Thanks for the reminder, I just came over to take a look."
"There's nothing to see here." The red hood's tone of farewell was obvious, but he found that the man was still walking forward slowly, so he took a step to the side and stood in front of him.
"I'm not kidding you, sir, didn't you see that he knocked down all the mages with a few punches?" Red Robin pointed to the red hood next to him, shrugged and continued: "I
I bet no matter how powerful your magic is, you can't defeat the two of us at such a close distance. You'd better leave quickly.
Seeing that the person opposite still had no intention of leaving, Red Robin became a little impatient. His detective talent did not detect any valuable information, and the other person looked like an ordinary scholar or university professor.
So, he rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward, intending to inherit the Bat Family's tradition and conduct some physical negotiations with him. At this moment, a familiar roar suddenly came from behind him.
"No!! Tim!! Don't go there!!!"
Red Hood's voice was as sharp as a scream. Red Robin had never heard such a horrified tone from Jason before.
One of Red Robin's feet had already stepped out. He instinctively wanted the sole of his foot to fall to the ground, but the next second the Red Hood rushed over directly, strangled his shoulder with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.
, dragging Red Robin away like a kidnapper kidnapping a hostage.
"What are you doing?" Red Robin looked back at him dissatisfied and said, "Why are you so crazy, Jason?" "I'll explain to you later!"
The red hood just left such a sentence and hurriedly ran towards the figure in the suit opposite him, braked suddenly in front of him, showed a forced smile, and said in a trembling tone
:A child is ignorant, so don’t argue with him.”
Schiller, who was watching all this, paused briefly, withdrew his gaze from Red Robin and fell on the face of the red hood. Schiller raised his eyebrows and said: "...you know me
?”
"What? Are you..." Red Hood was taken aback, and then the expression on his face became visibly frustrated. He lowered his shoulders, sighed and said: "No, it's nothing, I just..."
·”
"Do you remember everything that happened in your universe?" Schiller tilted his head slightly and asked tentatively.
Red Hood's eyes immediately lit up. He pulled off his mask, looked at Schiller and said, "Of course, you don't have amnesia like them? That's great!"
Schiller slightly adjusted to Jason's youthful face, then frowned slightly and said, "You don't seem to know my existence before. Haven't you heard of me in Gotham?"
"I don't even know your name! No one told me!"
Schiller's expression froze for a second, then he shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, I can't expect the Batman of your universe to introduce me to you. My name is Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."
"So you are the Professor Rodriguez who failed the Batman of this universe?" Red Hood expressed some surprise.
"It's me." Schiller nodded and walked towards the pile of books, with Red Hood following behind him.
He said nonchalantly: "One morning before I came here, I found that time suddenly went back many days, and many things I had already done returned to their original places. I asked other people, but they didn't notice."
Schiller stopped next to the tall stack of books. He showed a smile and said: "This is also a good thing. Time has gone backwards, and the bill for your psychological consultation with me will no longer exist, but you still have it."
With memory, you saved Batman a lot of money."
"That's what you want to say?!" Red Hood looked into Schiller's eyes, with a sense of grievance and resentment in his eyes and tone.
Suddenly, he turned his head to one side, rubbed his fingers together with his hands, took a deep breath, lowered his head and said.
"Uh...Thank you." "Thank you for what?"
"I...I saw it all." Red Hood pursed his lips until they turned white. He kept rubbing his hands and stammered: "Batman didn't come out for a long time after entering the control room that day. I
I was a little worried about him, so I picked the lock and went in."
"So, so what you said to the clown and what you did to him that day...I saw it all."
The Red Hood lowered his head again, looked at his fingers and said: "I saw him shattered with my own eyes, very badly. At least it was much more tragic than... my death. Thank you."
His face turned red, and he said with a bit of complaint: "I really don't know what to say, and I know you didn't do it for...but thank you anyway."
"I'm just doing it for you." Schiller said calmly.
The red hood raised his head and stared at him blankly. Schiller shook his head gently and said: "The Jason of this universe is my student. Although he has not experienced all this, I also feel for everything that happened to you.
Unfortunately."
Red Hood's face became even redder. He stood there a little helplessly, and then heard Schiller say. "This is part of the reason why I did this, but not all, and you shouldn't come to thank me either.
Batman should be thanked."
Schiller took another step and walked around the side of the stack of books. Red Hood followed closely behind him, and heard Schiller's voice floating in the night wind.
"When Batman came to me, he told me about his troubles. He said he had lost his children, more than one, more than once."
"You know, no one in this world can persuade another person to let go of similar tragedies, not even a psychiatrist."
"Batman provided me with decent food, clothing, housing and transportation when I was living in another world, so I am willing to try my best. Even if I cannot undo the tragedy, I can at least give him and his children another possibility of reconciliation."
Schiller turned around, and the red hood saw endless peace and strength in his gray eyes. He heard Schiller say.
"I'm glad that you witnessed all this with your own eyes and didn't lose your memory when the universe restarted. At least you saw how your enemy was tragically shattered, which makes me feel a little at ease."
"And what I want to tell you is that maybe Batman doesn't show it, but he also has memories." Red Hood's eyes slowly opened wide, and he seemed to have realized something, and his fingertips were trembling.
He raised his head and looked anxiously at Schiller's eyes that looked a little dim under the night sky, and when Schiller's voice sounded, he finally knew what he was looking forward to.
"In other words, the morning you and Batman met in my heart clinic, and all the memories about me, are and will always be secrets that only belong to the two of you."
"Jason, what makes you special to Batman is no longer your death."