"I guess I wouldn't be the first to see the way you were moving, where were the others?"
"They are all living well, Jason. You know I don't have to be the enemy of the whole world. So what if you see it?"
Jason sighed and said, "Look, you know no one can make you pay. I hate this smug tone, but I know I can't either."
"You are still worried that Batman will make mistakes and fail to see through me completely, and then be deceived by me, so you choose to come here to contain me. Why do you think I am interested in you?"
"Because you look like this kind of person." Jason showed a complicated expression and said, "Aren't you interested in psychological trauma in some extreme situations at all?"
"So you admit you're traumatized?"
Jason took a deep breath, as if trying to swallow back his anger, and said in a calm tone: "We are not discussing this, don't beat around the bush with me, I am saying that I will not stay here and do nothing.
"
Just as Jason was about to continue speaking, his eyes fell on the stack of paper in Schiller's hand. He hesitated and then said, "Can I look at that?"
Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Jason stared at the written paper and said: "I don't have to know what you are up to, but I think I can get some entertainment from reading the words."
To Jason's surprise, Schiller pushed the stack of papers over. Jason couldn't believe it was so simple. He thought he would have to go through at least 200 more rounds before he could find any clues.
"Are you disappointed that your detective skills are nowhere to be used?" Schiller laughed and said: "There is really nothing mysterious about me. You can read my information, but these academic materials will probably be quite boring.
"
"Or you can be more patient and wait until the evening, and you will have a satisfactory answer."
Schiller stood up and left the table, while Jason was immersed in the pile of information and didn't even notice that he left.
What disappoints Jason is that this is a rather purely medical information, full of a lot of terminology that he cannot understand, and he can only see that it is some analysis of the symptoms of neurological epilepsy in Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.
The last page of the information contained a hand-drawn diagram of the lymphatic structure. It could be seen that the drawing took a very short time, so it was a bit sloppy, but even if Jason was not very good at anatomy, he could tell that the drawing should be more accurate.
As Schiller said, reading such purely academic information can no longer be said to be boring, but torture. Even Jason, who is very happy and good at reading, can't stand it after reading a piece of paper.
.
The information he could get from this information was that Schiller was indeed studying these things as he said, and Jason had to guess that the research venue should be the basement.
So what does this have to do with Batman?
Jason did not think that Schiller was hired by Batman to study something, and it was not necessary at all.
Batman has some technical advisors, but they usually help him manufacture weapons and equipment. Batman takes care of all the research and development by himself. This may sound surprising, but it is commonplace for Batman.
So if Batman wants to study something, there is no need to fake others, and there is no need to come to this desolate island. Wouldn't it be better to do it in the well-equipped Batcave?
The most elusive thing is, what does all this have to do with him? Batman should know that he is even further away from scientists.
Jason, who was sitting on the sofa thinking about all this, didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up it was completely dark and the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly.
Schiller, who had always claimed that he was very busy, sat down on the sofa opposite Jason and said, "Do you have time to talk, Jason?"
"Isn't that up to you? Are you done?"
"Absolutely." Schiller nodded and said, "Let's do some of the psychiatrist's duties."
"I'm so glad you haven't forgotten." Jason said sarcastically: "If this is your trick, it worked. It changed a person who insisted that he was not sick and did not need treatment, and made him wait.
One day, just to say a few words to you."
"I'm sorry, but I'm really thinking about something more important, about myself." Schiller said without hesitation.
This actually made Jason a little confused. From his previous communication with the Bat Family, it can be seen that this doctor comes from another universe, so what happens in this universe that reminds him of himself?
"Do you want to talk about yourself?" Jason finally decided to take a risky step. This was an offer that any madman with a strong desire for expression could not refuse.
He may be influenced, but he may also remain rational and get more information from what he tells.
"Which part do you want to hear?"
Jason had to admit that he was still a little interested, so he said: "About how you turned yourself into a sheep."
Schiller raised his head slightly, leaned back and said: "I can't say I'm surprised by this. Anyone who sees this is very interested in it."
"Then did you tell them?"
"Jason." Schiller obviously chose his words very carefully. He said: "Some people don't have the patience to listen to the end, and some people don't dare to listen to the end."
"I won't be any of them." Jason said decisively: "I have enough patience and I won't be afraid."
"But you may act violently."
"Why?"
"The process is obviously not as beautiful as you think." Schiller intertwined the fingers of his hands and said: "People struggle through trauma and then grow."
"Do you want to tell me about your trauma?"
"I think you misunderstood."
At this moment, Jason held his breath. He saw the bright colors blooming on the suit, completely attracting his attention. At the same time, Schiller seemed to have changed.
"I'm usually the traumatizer of others."
Run away, run away, run away!
This was what Jason's instinct was telling him. At this moment, he regretted it. Shouldn't he have turned the key of the clockwork half a turn and only looked at the side with soft wool?
Schiller's tone changed, no longer slow, but with a sense of concentrated power, which made people unable to block the sound. Even if they didn't pay attention, it still penetrated their ears.
"Jason, you are being chased and feeling the fear of others while fleeing hastily. This is still not the deepest valley a lamb can fall to."
Jason couldn't help but be attracted. He knew it was dangerous, he knew it better than anyone else, but he wanted to listen.
"You are lucky. Before you had the strength to protect yourself, you did not show any talent. If not, you would know that there is an animal that is the wolf and the sheep, the common enemy of the president and the shepherd."
"what is that?"
"A poisonous snake, because his venom can kill you with one blow, and no one dares to bet." Schiller said pointedly: "When you have venom, you have only two choices left, live in fear forever, or
It is to bring fear to others.”
Jason knew what Schiller had chosen.
"Death can end the crimes of wolves, but they will not repent. The firm and powerful screams before death will still bring unimaginable panic to the sheep, making them fearful and uneasy throughout their lives."
"You must defeat the ridiculous pride of all those who dare to manipulate you, make them surrender, surrender their half-life doctrine, and let you trample on them, just to gratefully enjoy the death you bestow, in order to truly end those spirits.
A legacy of disaster.”
Schiller stood up, and Jason pressed his body tightly against the back of the sofa. He didn't move until Schiller came to his side. At this moment, he understood that Schiller was right.
Facing the lion in the room, some people may fight to the death, but if the poisonous snake entrenched on the ground has venom that can kill in one blow, it is best to remain still.
Schiller walked behind Jason, pressed one of Jason's shoulders with his hand, bent down and said to him: "Next, describe what you saw and tell me it completely."
The moment Jason tensed up, an injection pierced the side of his neck, and Jason smelled the breath of fear.
His pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively said: "No..."
Jason returned to the small room again, his hands were hung on the roof, and his body was covered in injuries.
"Who are you?" the voice that frightened him asked.
"I'm Jason..."
Pain! Severe pain! Unbearable pain.
"What did you see?" Schiller's voice came vaguely. Jason felt that he had no strength to answer, but he felt that his neck was being strangled, and the murderer was waiting for his answer.
Jason kicked his legs feebly, trying hard to get away from his thoughts and said: "The clown asked me my name...I...answered, and he left a scar on my body."
"continue."
"He asked again, and there was another scar."
"Does it hurt?"
"certainly."
"He said Batman forgot about me... I contradicted him... there was blood, a lot of blood... he asked me to read the newspaper... there... there was Robin... ha..."
Jason looked like he was really suffocating. Schiller relaxed his arms a little. He gasped and said, "He peeled off my skin...the newspaper...on the wound..."
"what's next?"
Jason couldn't speak. Schiller tightened the arm holding his neck. Jason continued to kick his legs, but was unable to break free. He breathed for a long time and finally said.
"He wants me...to remember his name...Joker...the letter J..."
Schiller suddenly let go of his arm, and Jason rushed forward, knocking over the coffee table and falling to the ground.
Schiller walked up to him and stuffed two pills into his mouth. Jason lay there panting for a long time.
Schiller knelt down next to him and said: "You haven't forgotten, Jason, you clearly remember the fear that the clown brought you."
"You understand, even if there is no fear gas, you will dream about him every night for the rest of your life, how he tortures you and how he brings you pain and fear."
"Jason, what will happen if Batman kills the Joker? Can he erase your memory? Can he erase the harm you have suffered?"
"Do you think he can watch you spend the rest of your life in pain with peace of mind? You know he can't, Jason, you know."
Jason clenched his fists tremblingly, and Schiller grabbed his hair, turned his face to himself and said: "You want to say that he didn't even take the first step for you, didn't even avenge you, and didn't use his own
Action agrees with you."
"That's not the case, Jason. His changes are quite amazing. He just skipped those unimportant red tapes... You really have to come and see."
After saying that, in Jason's horrified eyes, Schiller pulled up his 200-pound strong body with one hand, grabbed Jason by the neck, walked through the living room, went down the stairs, dragged him to the basement door, and threw him to the ground.
.
Jason felt dizzy when he fell to the ground, but as usual, he didn't feel any hostility from Schiller. Schiller didn't attack him, so what was he doing?
Through the light from the crack in the basement door, Jason saw a sharp and slender face with green hair, pale skin and a wide open red mouth.
The clown laughed at him through the crack in the door.
In the blink of an eye, it was not a clown, it didn't have the exaggerated makeup of a clown, it was just a strange man lying on the ground.
What Jason misjudged was the smile on this strange man's face that was exactly the same as the clown's. He had his eyes closed, but the smile seemed to be engraved on his face.
Alas, the basement door was pushed open, and Jason, who was lying on the ground, saw Schiller walking in, picking up the man, and placing him on an operating table.
"His name is Henry, he's the new Joker. Batman caught him and handed him over to me."
Jason lay frozen on the spot due to shock, unable to move, while Schiller stood in front of the operating table and looked at him condescendingly, his face completely cast into shadow.
"Jason, come here. Cut him open, or I'll cut you open."