In the reception room, Schiller and Batman were sitting on two single sofas respectively. Schiller poured Batman a glass of whiskey that had just been opened. Batman looked at the golden wine and said, "I didn't expect you.
Like drinking whiskey.”
"Alberto sent it." Schiller shook the glass and said, "The ornamental value is greater than the taste. This wine is too strong."
"How are you lately?"
"It's not bad, but it looks like you're having some problems with your family."
"You are still so professional, doctor, but I can't say much about the specific situation. Everything is too noisy and chaotic."
"You know that's not the case. It's just that your Batcave is quiet all year round, so you are not used to the bustle of Wayne Manor at this time."
"Perhaps so." Batman took a sip of wine. The ice melted very slowly, so it was almost pure slurry, and it could even chip away at his expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
"I told you this wine is very strong," Schiller said with a smile. He only swirled the glass without taking a sip.
"Why would you want to hold a party like this?" Batman asked.
"It seems you don't have the energy to beat around the bush." Schiller first changed the subject, and when Batman frowned slightly, he said: "We are going to hold a grand event in Gotham here recently, but it is not a traditional celebration. For us,
It’s too noisy and chaotic for one generation.”
"Let me guess, rock, rap, postmodern art exhibitions and naturism?"
Schiller laughed again. In response to Batman's precise and implicit description, he put down his glass and continued: "That's more or less the case."
"Teenagers often don't understand why we keep away from the kind of orgies they indulge in."
"Because we are all used to being alone."
"It's quiet. There are always some things in life that don't need to be changed. They are not good from a legal, moral and emotional point of view. You must devote yourself to it because of this reason."
"Even if it takes you further and further off track?"
"Society is a track, but life is not. If you want, you can jump out of it at any time, as long as you can afford the price. For you, is loneliness a real enjoyment, or is it a price you are willing to pay for something?
"
"And you?"
Schiller picked up the wine glass, put the rim of the glass against his lower lip, and after thinking silently for a while, he said: "In fact, I don't enjoy loneliness, but I need it. Being in a noisy environment for a long time will blunt my nerves."
Senses, now you know another one of my weaknesses."
"You want to be an ordinary person, but your talent allows you to perceive too many things that others cannot perceive when you live in society, so you naturally feel more noisy."
"So I will regard loneliness as a kind of respite. This is a rare quiet time."
"What about the other way around?"
"You hope to use the excitement as a break. In this way, you really enjoy loneliness. But if you withdraw yourself for too long, maybe one day you will not regard the excitement as a time to relax, but more as a time to relax.
Such a burden and trouble."
"Be good at grasping the scale."
"Be tested."
"Maintain balance."
The wall of the glass collided with a crisp sound. Schiller took back the hand that clinked the glass and said: "I have no doubt that your willpower will never fall into the abyss of depression due to loneliness, but enjoyment and efficiency are often in conflict. You are destined to
Give something up."
"If it's just for myself, I won't give up anything, but if what I give up makes me enjoy it and the children can relate to it, then I can consider it."
"It seems you don't know whether the children need your company."
"They are all too big. Each one is strong, independent and has their own ideas. They should have flown out long ago."
"But you can't just kick them off the cliff when they're not ready to spread their wings."
"I never tried to do that."
"You go to the other extreme. You keep them in the nest. When they want to fly out due to rebellion and curiosity, you always realize the danger of excess."
"The outside world is indeed a dangerous place."
"This makes them start to look for the cracks in your wings and sneak out in a rebellious manner. In this case, the world will be ten times more dangerous."
"I took them to fully practice flying."
"But you don't let them participate in your flight."
"That's very dangerous."
"Leaving them in the nest and letting them sneak out is ten times more dangerous."
Batman had to pick up the wine glass and take another sip of wine, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I've never been able to defeat you with words, doctor, this is not my specialty."
"It's not my specialty. If they feel defeated, it proves that my words pointed out their failures."
"Too sharp."
Schiller swung his glass, listening to the crisp sound of the ice cubes hitting the glass wall, and said: "Maybe you should start flying formation training, but don't fly high above their heads, but join their flight and become the leader.
The leader of the team."
"There is no evidence that they no longer need my protection."
"But there's a lot of evidence that you need them to love you."
Batman was silent again.
"This is the only way. If they love you like a strict father, you will never be able to tell whether they fear you because of their father's authority, or whether they repay you because of their father's love."
Schiller put down his glass, leaned forward and looked into Batman's eyes and said: "In this world, I only believe that Batman will not be the kind of person who gets pleasure from control and manipulation by exercising his father's power. There are many other people.
Or less of it."
"I believe you are also suffering in this process, because you have controlled too many things in your life that are not yours to control. You have gained more power than you should bear, but you cannot refuse to bear it like ordinary people.
responsibility."
"So adding another layer of power will not make you feel happy like ordinary people do. You will be more numb, passively accept and use it, and silently bear all the consequences. You will never feel happy about it.
, all behaviors are driven by inertia.”
"Do you think I should jump out?"
"You have jumped out. This is the source of your incompatibility. It is your parents who control your children and exercise power. Losing power always makes people feel empty."
"But you said that I don't enjoy this right."
"But if you remove the nail from the flesh, the wound will hurt for a while. You can only adapt as much as possible."
Schiller picked up the glass again and said: "You think the excitement in Wayne Manor should be a good adjustment for you, but you don't know how to join them without using some power. This is too much for you."
Novelty, no experience.”
"Because of your wisdom and strength, you are naturally given power and corresponding responsibilities when you join certain groups. You haven't learned how to be a responsible person. To put it simply, you haven't learned to enjoy it."
"You seem to be good at this."
"Because I have no morals." Schiller smiled and shook his head and said, "I can only rely on power and abandon responsibility more thoroughly than ordinary people."
"The same goes for your students?"
Schiller was silent.
"You have your own morals." Batman said: "Although it is different from social morality, it is obviously highly overlapped in some aspects, and I don't need any more weaknesses from you."
Schiller took a sip of wine.
"You think I should try to teach them more." Batman said: "To be more equal to them, to guide them in a more intimate way, but the problem is that Thomas and Martha hate Batman."
"Do you want to teach them to be Batman?"
"There will be one of them, but not all of them, and I think teaching them some basic skills is necessary."
"The basic skills for you may be what ordinary people have learned throughout their lives...Forget it, then maybe you can try to paralyze them."
Schiller thought about it and said: "In terms of knowledge reserve, academic level, and language ability, which teacher can compare with you?"
"But I'm not good at teaching."
"There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to enjoy something, you must pay a price. This is what I mean when I say that enjoyment and efficiency must be in conflict."
"If you want to enjoy the excitement of Wayne Manor to a certain extent, you must spend time and energy to learn how to be a good teacher that is acceptable to them."
Batman was silent and thinking.
"Again, will they need this?"
"No amount is too much." Schiller said: "That's how it is with relationships. A person needs infinite security in his life. No matter how much you give, there is no end."
"You may not be as important as you think, but no towering tree needs an extra root as it grows."
Batman took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Thank you, doctor. I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring any decent gifts, but there is one thing I must tell you."
"What?"
"Several plant murders have occurred in Gotham where I live. After investigation by Gordon and I, we found that these are likely to be supernatural events. The victims have one thing in common - they are all passionate about some kind of nocturnal birds.
By."
Schiller showed an understanding smile and said: "Since it is a supernatural event, it must be left to the mysterious world to solve it. Have you consulted Constantine?"
"Of course, he gave me a name."
"You don't have to say it out loud. I think this is probably some kind of internal conflict within the divine realm. You know how fierce the fight among the gods for believers is. Maybe there is a plant god who wants to make Gotham his territory."
Schiller walked Batman to the door. As Batman walked out, he turned around and said, "Then I can only wish him good luck. I hope he can bring some non-intrusive green plants to the city."
"He will. God will always reward his most loyal believers. As long as you pray sincerely, miracles will always come."
Watching Batman leave, Schiller showed a smile. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. There were only five minutes left before the banquet officially started.
"Wait a minute, why can't I understand what they are saying?" Pamela, who was poking her head at the stairs in the corridor, lowered her head and said, "What owl, what plant, what pious prayer?"
"This is the way they talk." Bruce, the top head, said, "Don't pay attention to the way mentally ill people communicate."
Pamela rolled her eyes and looked at him and said, "How dare you say, who dragged us here to eavesdrop on the conversation between two mental patients?"
"I'm just idle and bored. If I stay with Selena, she will ask me to check her clothes again and again to see if there are any problems, and she will also discuss with me the styles of jewelry worn by other guests."
"You're not even willing to discuss it with her?"
"I'm afraid the focus of our discussion is different. She can always sum up how to succeed faster."
"You two, stop talking." Natasha interrupted them, looked at Clark at the bottom and said, "Are you sure they didn't say anything else? What does that last paragraph mean?"
"I don't know either." Clark shook his head, then frowned and looked at the three heads above and said, "We can't listen to the wall here, it's immoral."
"I didn't really hear anything," Bruce said.
"What else do you want to hear? You just want to watch the excitement... Wait a minute, I'm calling."
Everyone looked at Pamela who spoke out. Pamela held her breath and concentrated. After a while, her face became increasingly weird.
"What did you say? Let me green up Batman's Gotham?! Your brain..."
"What?! He prayed to you?! But where did he get your honorific name...well, because he's Batman, but I'm very busy right now!!!"
"What do you mean by being busy listening to the corner?! How many times have I told you not to spy on me!...Okay, okay, why can't I just think about becoming your disciple? I'll find time to talk to him later."
After hanging up the phone, Pamela said angrily: "Batman made a wish to the green of all things to rebuild Gotham's plant ecosystem. He didn't know where he got the honorary name of the green of all things and opened his prayer phone."
, it’s impossible to go on like this.”
Natasha waved her hand and said, "Go ahead."
What she thought was that Batman was so powerful that it would be easier for her to keep an eye on this overly excited teenager with superpowers.
As a result, when Pamela appeared on the balcony of Batman's guest bedroom, she happened to see Batman changing clothes - changing into pants.
