"It's just that he can't sit down and talk to me for the time being because of his busy schedule, but it doesn't matter. I told him that he will be more interested in the conversation between the two of us, so he will definitely listen to the monitoring equipment attentively."
"I will solve Batman's problem first, come here and help me fix the microphone, and you can leave."
Jason was doubtful. After hesitating on the spot for a few seconds, he walked towards Schiller and said as he walked: "You know there is no point in attacking me, right? You can't win."
"As a doctor, I usually don't choose to attack anyone." Schiller showed some helplessness and said, "I want to ensure you that Batman has not approached me, and you don't have to worry about him attacking you from a distance."
Jason's pace quickened a little. They were actually not very far apart. They could walk in just four or five steps. But the closer he got to Schiller, the more Jason felt a sense of oppression.
This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, as if he is walking towards a ferocious beast, but to the wrong eye, it seems that it is just his hallucination.
The paisley pattern on the tie was a little too complicated, almost dizzying, and Jason had to open his eyes. However, the stripes on the suit were no better. They were constantly distorting and deforming in Jason's field of vision, making him feel top-heavy.
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Taking another step forward, those hateful cashew patterns and alternating thick and thin stripes became even more eye-catching, but the distance between the two was already determined. If you didn't want to look at these things, the angle Jason turned his head was a little too unnatural. He absolutely couldn't.
He didn't want Schiller to notice that he was retreating.
So he looked up at Schiller's face, and the most eye-catching thing on Schiller's face was his gray eyes.
Jason looked into Schiller's eyes and took another step forward. Certain images flashed before his eyes.
A pair of slender and powerful hands held a shining needle, slowly approaching into the field of vision, getting closer and closer.
The most frightening thing is not the pain of the needle pricking into the eyeball, but the infinitely long approaching process. The pain that has been inflicted can be overcome by one's heart, but the pain that has not yet been inflicted cannot be overcome.
Nothing can resist this kind of fear. The fear that humans feel when they see torture instruments is greater than the pain they feel when they feel real pain.
Jason felt suffocated, and as he took another step forward, another picture flashed across his face, the dissected arm muscles and broken bones, which were entangled together and became disgusting.
Another fear brought about by torture is that after experiencing irreparable mutilation, they still need to drag their scarred, ugly and broken bodies with those humiliating and painful memories. It does not take long to finish their journey.
s life.
The fear brought to humans by such associations is much stronger than the pain experienced at the time.
Jason felt that the J-shaped scar on his face began to cause him some unbearable pain, and suddenly some eyes and gazes became concrete in his memories.
How did Nightwing look at him when he took off his mask, shock and sympathy or disgust and ridicule? And of course the Robin who replaced him, he must be the happiest person, right?
How could Batman accept a man who had been imprisoned by the Joker as his assistant? He doubted everything in the world, and how could he not suspect that he had confided his secret to the Joker?
Why didn't the Joker kill him? What did he betray in order to survive?
Everyone will think this way, those who die are heroes, and those who live are traitors.
Taking a step forward again instinctively, Jason saw a pair of smooth leather shoes and two legs wearing straight suit pants.
He felt himself lying on the ground on all fours. When the other person took a step back, he took a step forward, like a dog wagging its tail begging for food.
Yes, this is the last step in such torture to destroy the will, which will make them realize what they gave up and what they became in order to live.
Let them understand that from now on they will just live, not live as a person.
Severe fear engulfed Jason, and Schiller's voice seemed to come from the distant horizon.
"Are you okay? Jason, maybe it would be a better choice to call Batman directly..."
Schiller turned around and put the device in his hand on the table next to him. Suddenly Jason rushed over to grab the recorder and miniature microphone from Schiller's hand as if he was crazy.
Schiller instinctively raised his arms and took a step back. Jason roared at him: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Schiller's arm was grabbed by Jason, and then Jason used his other hand to grab all the recorder wires and microphones, and threw them heavily to the ground.
With a "pop" sound, all the equipment turned into pieces.
Schiller put down his arms, stood there helplessly, looked at Jason and said: "You know there is more than one recording device here, right? This is meaningless and very disrespectful. I hope you can stop your violent behavior immediately.
Jason."
Jason turned his head and strode towards the door, saying in a hoarse voice that suppressed some violent emotions: "Drive! Let's go to that house!"
Schiller stood expressionless and watched Jason go out. After his figure disappeared from the door, Schiller slowly took out the pocket square from his pocket with one hand.
There were traces of moisture at the bottom of the pocket towel. Schiller spread the soft handkerchief on his hand and took out an injection from his trousers pocket.
More liquid dripped on the handkerchief that had just dried a little, and Schiller muttered to himself: "No, Gray Mist, this is not wine, you can't drink it, this is just a concentrated liquid of fear gas."
Jason, who rushed out of the Batcave, had never had such high respect for the cool morning breeze in Gotham. He took a deep breath and recalled his actions just now.
At the last moment, he did not go insane, but suddenly woke up. Jason's reason had already told him that he was just a nobody, but Batman was very important.
Whether it's the Joker, Scarecrow, or Penguin, when they harm the Bat Family, they don't essentially have any grudge against the Robins, they just use them to blackmail Batman.
No matter what super criminal did to the people around Batman, the target was Batman.
The same was true when he was kidnapped by the Joker. The Joker did not want to obtain any information by torturing himself. Jason dared to say that he might not know as much about Batman as the Joker.
The Joker tortured him just to use this to influence Batman.
Then conversely, it can be inferred that if Schiller is really not a good person, but has successfully gained Batman's trust in some capacity, then his plan can only be to act as a psychiatrist to treat himself, but affect Bat through the treatment process.
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Then Batman's suspicious behavior of monitoring everything will play into Schiller's hands.
Jason has watched Batman make mistakes in judgment several times due to the Joker's verbal harassment, resulting in serious consequences.
So he doesn't think that Schiller has no chance of hurting Batman if he can't touch him in reality. He understands that there is a type of super criminal whose words are much more powerful than their fists.
So he destroyed the communication equipment left behind by Batman, and also planned to go to the safe house before Schiller and dismantle all the surveillance cameras and monitors there.
He knew how risky it was and what position he would put himself in.
If Jason had to describe his feelings towards Dr. Schiller and the difference between him and the Joker, he could only say that the Joker made him disappointed that Batman didn't come to save him, while Schiller made him hope that Batman wouldn't come.
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Getting into the slightly old Jaguar, Jason saw a note left by Nightwing on the steering wheel, which contained the address of the safe house prepared by Batman.
This safe house is located on a small island on the east coast. They not only need to take a car, but also a boat.
The good news is, it must be an isolated, desolate place, and the bad news is the same.
Jason sat in the driver's seat and read the note until Schiller came over and bent down to look at the passenger window. Sure enough, he would not let himself go ahead of him easily.
Jason took a deep breath and unlocked the car door. Schiller opened the door and sat in.
Jason smelled a very faint smell of cologne, which reminded him of Lucius, Batman's technical advisor who frequently visited the Batcave before. That man also often wore suits and ties and paid great attention to his appearance.
Jason rolled down the window and started the car. To his surprise, Schiller didn't take the initiative to speak. He thought that was fine, as there must be a monitor in the car.
Jason's driving style is in line with Batman's. If it weren't for such an ordinary car that couldn't fly over walls like the Batmobile, they would have been climbing and flying on building surfaces and rooftops.
"Do acts of violence make you feel safer?" Schiller asked.
Jason didn't answer him. He entered the stage of silent resistance, but Schiller just said to himself: "I hope we can agree on three chapters. I hope that in the following days, you will not destroy the environment where we live with violence."
, and it’s best to keep your distance from me.”
"Are you scared?"
"Jason, you will soon understand that I am not a person who likes to talk nonsense." Schiller turned to look at Jason and said: "Every word I say is meaningful. If you don't understand, try your best."
Just do it.”
"Batman never tried to order me like that."
"This is not an order, just some heartfelt advice. If you don't listen, there will inevitably be some consequences, which may not be what you want."
Jason curled his lips and remained unmoved. The car sped along and began to move away from the bustling city and toward the suburbs.
After driving through a road through the wilderness, they saw the shipyard at the end of the skyline. Under the gloomy light of Gotham during the day, Jason found a brand new ship in the warehouse next to it.
He pushed the boat out of the warehouse and into the water. Schiller took the lead and walked up and sat on one side, while Jason sat on the engine side.
"Do you think if I threw you down now, your fine and expensive clothes would help you flop in the water?"
"First of all, I can swim. Secondly, you'd better drive faster, because I get seasick." Schiller turned to look at the small island not far away. It was obvious that this was an island, and they were in the sea now.
He did not show any abnormality, but he was very aware of the symptoms of discomfort in his body. After comparing them in his mind, Schiller found that these were indeed some kind of physiological symptoms, not a psychogenic disease.
Jason drove the boat slowly on purpose.
There were rough waves on the sea, and the slower the boat drove, the greater the shaking. Then Schiller discovered that his symptoms of seasickness had nothing to do with the shaking of the boat. He seemed to be just allergic to the sea.
Schiller's face was pale, but his expression was calm. He did not look at Jason, who was deliberately delaying, but just looked at the sea level.
"How do you feel?" Jason showed a nasty smile, and then said as if he was fearless: "What price will you make me pay for this? Poke a needle into my eyeball, break my arm, or...
What kind of body modification surgery should you perform on me?"
"No, Jason." Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "I'm a doctor, I'm not that evil."
"You are ten times more evil." Jason looked at him and said, "Don't think that I don't know what tricks you have done. The hallucinations I have are not because I am mentally ill. It is all your fault."
"This is for your own good, Jason."
To Jason's expectation, Schiller admitted. He finally looked at Jason again and said, "I hope you remember everything you saw."
"Do you think I'll be scared?"
"No." Schiller's tone finally became serious, and he said: "Rather than dealing with fear, you should learn how to bring fear to others, right?"