In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 4: Welcome to Gotham

As soon as Schiller woke up, he didn't have to turn over, he knew that he must have returned to the simple and honest Gotham City, because the smell of kerosene in the air and the never sunny day outside the window told him that he was damned again. The time travel is back.

And time didn't go by at all.

He turned off the alarm clock and looked at the calendar. It was the second day after the night he traveled to Marvel, which means that the time in the DC world does not go away when he goes to Marvel.

Schiller sighed, for a moment he didn't know whether Gotham City, with its simple folk customs, was more dangerous, or New York City, the center of the universe, was more dangerous.

Feeling my conscience, although New York is more enjoyable, Gotham is my eternal home. At least the universe mode has not been turned on here for the time being. Schiller can't deal with purple sweet potato essence now.

He turned over and got dressed. Gotham University requires professors to wear formal clothes to class, so Schiller wears a shirt, vest and suit every day, sometimes changing the style of the suit, or wearing a trench coat.

The temperature in Gotham in September is not bad, not cold, maybe because it is a coastal city, the city is still warm with the breeze blowing.

As soon as Schiller went out, he saw someone he didn't want to see-Bruce Wayne.

Schiller turned his head and walked back.

Bruce quickly caught up and shouted: "Professor! Professor! I have some questions about psychology! Can you wait for me?"

Schiller cursed secretly. There are many teachers near the professor's apartment. Let's talk in the consultation room."

So the two entered the counseling room. Bruce did not sit down, but took the initiative to make coffee. He brought hot coffee and placed it in front of Schiller.

He said: "Schiller Andel Rodriguez, a world-renowned criminal psychologist, has four doctorates related to psychology. The investigation and detection of the homicide case, the underground dismemberment case in the seaside city, and, most importantly, participated in the trial of the deputy mayor of the Metropolitan City and resigned midway four months ago, and accepted the invitation to work at Gotham University..."

"Professor Schiller, can you tell me why you came to Gotham?"

Schiller's hair stood on end, good guy, the original owner's resume can be directly sorted into Arkham Asylum! You can't even make a clown!

You have been involved in more than one case that sounds horrific! You are also involved in a string! Bruce still kept it and said it!

Schiller scolded his mother in his heart, but he still had no expression on the surface. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Gotham is a good place."

"Really? The city with the highest crime rate in the United States?"

"That's not important."

"Oh?"

"The crime rate in Metropolis is not high, boy, sit down, you think Metropolis is safer than Gotham, don't you?"

"Isn't it?"

"At least not to me," Schiller said.

Schiller came here to inherit the knowledge and abilities of the original owner, but memory, he suspects that the original owner had lost some important memories before he crossed over, at least now Schiller can't recall any details about those horrible cases, There seems to be some vague shadows, but I can't really recall them at all.

Schiller knew that the original owner must have participated in an indescribably complicated case, and then was assassinated.

Schiller said: "The safety you see is only the appearance, Mr. Wayne, behind that, behind the glamor of the metropolis, there is a darkness that you may not be able to imagine."

"Then why did you come to Gotham City?"

"...I think you have checked my resume, but it is still not detailed enough. I have offended too many people, only here is safe."

"Why?"

"Criminals are the only ones who can deal with criminals," Schiller said.

Bruce Wayne seemed shocked by this sentence, he said: "Only criminals can deal with criminals, right? Professor, do you think so?"

"Bruce, let's change the subject," Schiller said.

Bruce looked at him, his eyes were gloomy like the sky of Gotham City, and Schiller realized that he was no longer facing the cynical **** Bruce, but Batman, the most complicated superhero in history. A hero, a dark hero, an incomprehensible paranoid, a genius on the thin line of a madman.

"If you want more from me, you have to pay the price," Schiller said.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked.

"You can't give me what I want now, you should understand what I mean." Schiller said.

"Then I can give it later, right?"

"Sure."

Bruce restrained his expression, no one could see what he was thinking, he said: "Professor Schiller, unfortunately, there are some gadgets I made in your coffee, a kind of nano-virus..."

"Bruce, dishonesty won't get you more with me, boy, this isn't a trick you use to ask for candy," Schiller said.

"Looks like I'm doomed to fail today," Bruce said.

"Not necessarily," Schiller said.

"I hope you can give me a good enough grade in the final test, Bruce, to prove that you have the heart to learn this skill, and then come to me." Schiller said.

"I'm not going to waste any more time here," Bruce said.

"You're far from being a teacher, Bruce, you're still a student," Schiller said.

"I have learned knowledge and skills from all over the world, hundreds of fighting skills, detective, lockpicking, anti-detection..."

"Except for Gotham, you haven't learned Gotham yet," Schiller said.

Bruce was silent, and Schiller had already seen that Bruce was not the dark hero Batman in the later period. Indeed, the idea of ​​revenge and justice had always been in his heart, and there might be a darker side, but he did not yet Understand what Gotham, this **** of humanity, is.

Bruce wants to use all available power, such as this Professor Schiller.

Batman is a hero with almost no weaknesses. He is wise and close to demons, cautious and meticulous, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with a mortal body. The Dark Knight, taking Gotham and all the evils here, is determined to face and fight all the dirty human nature, and now? Bruce isn't Batman yet, he has weaknesses.

Schiller suddenly rejoiced, if he really faced the dark knight standing in the shadow of Gotham directly, maybe all his methods would not be useful, because Batman is not a superman, he is not a hero of justice, he An outlaw through and through.

After Bruce left, Schiller stood by the window for a long time, maybe Batman would come soon, and Bruce couldn't wait any longer.

On the second day, Schiller attended class as usual, and it was the first class for freshmen. Unfortunately, his actions to prevent Bruce from choosing psychology were unsuccessful. This young Batman had to appear in Schiller's peaceful life , to remind him that this place is about to turn into a cloud of muddy water.

But what was strange was that Schiller found that Bruce was limping. His right foot seemed to be injured, but he still insisted on coming to class. Schiller was thinking while lecturing, why did Bruce go?

He is sitting on billions of dollars, the old Wayne's house in Zhenghuangqi, Gotham City, could it be possible that he can still be beaten up by gangsters?

After class, Schiller rejected Bruce's obvious hint of "let's talk". He quickly put away his books and courseware, and then left with the flow of students. He had to go out at night.

If Gotham City is hell, then even Satan will be afraid of Gotham City at night. This crime city has never stopped the aftermath of crime. Schiller left the safe university and really entered Gotham City.

He was following Jonathan the Scarecrow.

Jonathan is not a normal person, he has been committing murder since he was eighteen years old, so even though he is not a scarecrow now, he has still started his fear gas experiment.

Schiller didn't come to seek justice to stop him, he wanted to get some fear gas to protect himself.

In this dangerous city, a chemist who sneaks into the laboratory is already considered the safest place to steal. At least Jonathan and Schiller are the same. And firearms, only with the mind.

This night, Gotham was raining again. The night was as dark as thick ink, and the rain had a strong smell of kerosene. No matter how warm it was, the cold September rain still made people shiver. Long windbreaker, holding a black umbrella, crossing a narrow street, he has gradually touched the place where Jonathan hides the poison gas, which is the underground of an abandoned church in a block, as long as Jonathan is not around, Schiller can be logical Go in and get the fear gas.

Suddenly, Schiller's heart began to beat fast, and a picture of him being hit by an unknown hidden weapon flashed in front of his eyes. He turned around instantly and opened his umbrella with a "bang".

The two hidden weapons failed to penetrate his umbrella and fell to the ground. The spider sensor saved Schiller's life.

Schiller put down the umbrella slowly, his face was not as mild as it was during the day, he almost died.

It is difficult for anyone who has just been attacked by death to have a good face. At the end of the alley, Bruce wearing a bat suit saw his precision-guided, extremely fast flying dart, which was blocked by the mysterious man in an instant. , the quick reaction is like predicting it in advance.

And the black umbrella with rain was put down, revealing a very familiar face to Bruce, that was his university professor, Schiller.

It is indeed him, but it seems not. Schiller's temperament is completely different from that of the day. At this time, Schiller is more like the person Bruce saw in his resume, a madman addicted to criminal psychology.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "You should know what would happen if I didn't block it."

"The dart will stop when it is thirty centimeters away from you," Batman said.

Bruce's voice is also completely different from the day, Schiller knows he used a voice changer.

At this time, Batman is still far behind. His batsuit is immature, without cape and belt, and the bat dart doesn't seem to be very easy to use. It can be seen that the fledgling Batman should go through some detours. After all, The matter of supporting justice began in Gotham, that is, the novice directly challenged the difficulty of hell.

Schiller said: "I want to remind you, Mr. Bat, that it is different from the rich area where you live ~IndoMTL.com~ There is no protective railing on the roof of the Mawson block. If you accidentally fall again, you may get internal organs Broken."

The black shadow on the opposite side was silent, he asked: "How did you see that?"

"You are still too tender, Mr. Hero, the medicine you use has almost no taste, it is a high-end chemical agent, which is not affordable for these poor people in the slums, and..." Schiller's eyes fell on Bruce On the only exposed chin, he said: "No one here can shave so neatly and symmetrically."

"Who the **** are you?" Batman asked.

Schiller opened the umbrella again, and he said: "Go home quickly, young master, no one will answer every question you have, I am not a novice mentor."

After speaking, he left in the rain. Batman stood in that alley for a long time, he limped out, turned into another street, and saw a beggar, shivering in the rain.

He took out a wad of money and handed it to the beggar, and then he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the rain behind him, and a sentence that made his hair stand on end: "That's why I said you don't understand Gotham, Bruce .”

Batman turned around and saw Schiller standing at the intersection. Schiller walked over and handed the umbrella to the beggar. Batman.

"Why?" Batman asked, taking the dollar.

"Because this is the territory of the gutter gang, if they find out that she has such a large sum of dollars, her body will appear in the gutter the next day."

"A lot of dollars?" Batman's voice reveals the absurdity, he said: "Thirty-seven dollars?"

"Yes." Schiller looked towards the end of the street and said, "This is Gotham..."

"Welcome to Gotham."