"Dear Dr. Rodriguez, I have to write to you again, but this is not an emergency. Please don't worry. It's just that the situation I told you before is getting more and more serious. I just hope it's not me.
It’s a pointless worry. At least my worries have some validity, right?
Yesterday, Dick came back, but he only came to get textbooks. Alfred heard that he was still in school in your universe, so he arranged a tutor for him. To my surprise, his academic performance was not bad.
, and also learn French and ballet.
I once thought about letting Dick learn dance or gymnastics. He is particularly talented in this area, but in the end I didn't ask, which can be called a pity.
Dick left quickly after getting his things. I can understand him. I think there must be many differences between me and the Batman in your universe. Damian, who accompanied him back, looked at me a few times. I'm sure there was some longing in his eyes.
, but I don’t know what he is longing for.
Or maybe I just don't want to admit it.
He didn't say anything, and neither did I. The two of them left quickly. Jason, who was supposed to go back to the manor to pick up repair tools on Thursday night, didn't come back either. He said Barbara was doing something on his computer.
What, and little Jason is helping her.
They seemed to suddenly have their own affairs, but I was worried about this. I thought this emotion should not exist and was weird, because in the past I often hoped that they could have their own independent lives.
But now that this is really happening, I am not as happy as I imagined. I am too worried about the birds leaving the nest, but I know that they have actually had powerful wings to soar in the sky.
I just want to confirm with you, doctor, that my weird emotions come from my temporary incompatibility. I hope this is just my incompatibility, and I don’t think I will be the kind of domineering elder who restrains my children."
With a slight "clatter", Schiller folded the letter with his fingers. After reading the contents of the letter, he sighed again. He was very worried about Batman's current state of mind.
After the two sets of Robins were transferred from this universe to the main universe, they obviously made a lot of noise in Gotham City. Logically speaking, Batman should be able to find out who is causing the trouble soon, but
It was obvious that he was now in a depressed mood, and even the detective's sensitive sense of smell in the past was slightly weakened.
In other words, he is not in the mood to investigate the case at all now. He has only paid a little attention to the strange rise of the gang. In the past few days, he has been writing to Schiller telling Schiller about the changes in the Robins.
The Robins who returned from another universe have indeed changed a lot, and the biggest and most difficult thing for Batman to accept is that the Bat-family no longer revolves around Batman.
In the past, the Bat Family was said to be Batman's assistants, but in fact it was more like his backup team. Batman rarely asked them to really help with anything, but often helped them solve many problems. The relationship between the Bat Family and Batman,
More from the endless talk about Batman.
They discussed Batman among themselves, then each discussed with Batman, then discussed with each other what they had discussed with Batman, and then they talked about what had happened to Batman and what would happen to him in the future.
Children and teenagers simply determine the focus of their lives. They are more sensitive in groups than adults. They are more like a group of little lambs. Whoever is close to them will rely on him for all parts of their lives.
The Bat Family puts all its focus on Batman.
This habit not only tamed these children, but also tamed Batman to a certain extent.
He has become very accustomed to the birds of the Bat family constantly dangling in front of his eyes, chirping in his ears, causing trouble for him from time to time, and even becoming his weakness and trouble.
While the Robins make Batman the focus of their lives, Batman is always ready to protect them.
But since the two sets of Robins went to a distant universe and came back, Batman was shocked to find that the focus of the Bat Family's life was no longer Batman.
The Robins suddenly became busy. It seemed that everyone had a lot of things to do, but these things had nothing to do with Batman, or even the Batcave or Wayne Manor. They were rushing around in these places, even paying attention to
Don't say another word to Batman standing next to you.
If it were someone else who suddenly changed his temperament, Batman would immediately feel very suspicious and launch an investigation, but Batman is now trapped in a kind of self-doubt, because he has hinted that the Robins should be independent several times before, and even himself
I also feel that I definitely want the Robins to be independent.
But when the day came when the Robins were truly independent, Batman found that he was not happy at all, so he began to wonder if he was the kind of parent with very double standards. He was very open-minded on trivial matters, but completely turned away when it came to big things.
Regardless of the child's wishes.
Batman doesn't think he is such a person, but he can't explain the feeling of loss in his heart.
He has certainly heard of some people's comments about the Bat-Family, such as "How could a rich man raise a bunch of little boys for no other purpose?", or more mildly, "Batman has all the children of the Bat-Family revolve around him."
, is nothing more than to satisfy one's own desire for control and vanity."
In the past, Batman didn't care about these comments, but when the weak sadness that hadn't appeared in his heart for many years came up, he couldn't help but begin to doubt the purpose of forming the Bat-Family.
Looking back on the past, have these children really helped a lot? Have they really grown up healthily and made great progress? The rotten city of Gotham is really because of their existence.
Can it get better?
Most of the letters Batman has recently sent to Schiller are discussing these issues, because he really doesn't know who else to discuss education-related topics with, and Schiller has indeed responded to every letter seriously, which has occupied his recent time.
most of life.
But Batman's psychology itself cannot be called healthy. It is like a dam that is already full of cracks. While Schiller is plugging new loopholes, he must also pay attention to the previous cracks not to leak, and he must also be careful not to create new ones.
The cracks are like embroidery on a balloon.
He felt that the world should really set up an award alongside the Nobel Prize, called the "Batman Psychologist Award." Even with Schiller's professional level, serving as a psychological and educational consultant to an adult Batman,
It also made him very tired.
Schiller knew that he had to find a way to improve this situation, firstly because correspondence was not a good method of psychological counseling.
In other words, for a mature Batman, there is no correct way of psychological counseling. Even face to face, Schiller simply cannot get the feedback he wants from his expression and demeanor. His defenses are too high.
If you have the ability to climb over, climbing in is not a good option.
The second reason is that if Batman continues to indulge in this kind of emotion and does not investigate what happened in Gotham City, then the two sets of Robins, big and small, will really build the Wayne family into the largest gangster family.
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Just as Schiller was thinking about the solution, Strange, wearing a wizard's robe, knocked on his office door.
"You are here." Strange took a deep breath and said, "Can we change the second class in the afternoon? I want to conduct teaching research with Professor Constantine."
"Teaching and research? What do you plan to study?" Schiller stood up from behind the desk, walked to the class schedule on the wall and looked at it carefully, then took the pen from his pocket and drew a circle on the afternoon class.
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"Uh...can I tell you? I have never taught children at such a young age." Strange sighed and said, "In the trial class just now, I spent half of my time maintaining classroom discipline.
Seriously, you should find them a middle school teacher instead of bringing me here."
"So you are going to study how to maintain discipline?"
"No, let's leave it to Professor Victor to maintain discipline. Let's do what we are better at. I really can't deal with the noise of those children for more time in the day."
"Okay, then I'll take the second class." Schiller nodded and agreed easily, but Strange looked a little confused. He looked at Schiller calmly, and then said
: "Are you sure? Those lively children are more noisy than the monkeys in the virgin forest. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"If you are curious about my teaching style, you can come over and listen to the class, or come with John."
Schiller walked back to the desk and began to pack up the letters sent by Batman. At this time, Strange noticed that Schiller was reading the letter just now. He half changed the subject, and half asked curiously: "Who gave it to you?
Wrote so many letters?”
"An empty nester whose children suddenly left home."
"You look worried."
"Is it that obvious?"
"It's very obvious." Strange spread his hands and walked to the table, straightened his cuffs and said, "It seems that you are still an excellent psychiatrist in this world."
"There's no way a psychiatrist can deal with this level of trouble."
Strange raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the trouble? I really don't understand how anyone in this world could like children, or even feel sad because these monkeys left home. I wish they would get out of here as soon as possible."
After saying that, Strange turned around and walked towards the door and said: "Since he is short of children, let's give him a few children. It would be better if we have this group here. I really don't know how patient I can be."
How long will it last?"
Watching Strange's leaving figure and thinking about the words he left behind, Schiller stood there in silence for a while, then he lowered his head and rubbed the letter in his hand with his fingers, as if he had an idea.