In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 8: He’s not Batman yet

On a morning when Gotham City was still full of smog, Schiller stretched his waist and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel, and after a few days of leisure, he discovered his psychology again. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. appear near the clinic.

Those people are like brown candies that can't be shaken off no matter how much they can't be shaken off. To ordinary people, this may be the case. Even Stark, the richest man in that world, is still annoyed by them but there is nothing he can do about it.

But Schiller is different. After Gotham was annoyed by the young Batman, he could pat his **** and leave and go to Marvel to hide. Now that he is being targeted by agents in Marvel, he can choose to leave again. People, come to Gotham to hide.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. did not find out how Schiller disappeared. Nick Fury reinforces the idea that Schiller is anything but ordinary.

After returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future Scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that its fear gas had been stolen, because Schiller was not greedy, and he only took away a small test tube.

After all, he is not like a scarecrow who wants to use fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He is just dealing with a few low-level gangsters, and he doesn't need any high-tech equipment to spray these poison gases. A small spray bottle, once sprayed on the nose of ordinary people, these concentrated fear gas becomes the best weapon, after all, those gangsters can't have the same reaction as Batman.

While studying this poisonous gas, although Schiller did not have any systematic chemical knowledge, he knew how to make the best use of it. Apart from using it as a weapon to spray others, Schiller discovered that this The original version of fear gas seems to be not pure, it can induce other negative emotions besides fear, this is really good news for a psychiatrist, after all, if the patient is still unwilling to confess his heart If the emotions in the body are too high, the treatment will not be able to continue.

Schiller discovered that he could spray the fear gas diluted hundreds of times on his body as perfume. Let people close to him be infected with a small amount of negative emotions.

That's right, Schiller intends to use this trick against the inexperienced Bruce, the young Batman.

The current Batman is not the old man who predicts things like a **** later. Bruce is still too young. He has just traveled the world and learned his skills. Bruce is eager to start his revenge plan. He put on the original version of the Batman He puts on a bat dart and wants to fight criminals. In his eyes, it is really easy to spend hundreds of millions to build equipment, but he has not realized that what really makes him Batman is not These external things are the spirit deep in his heart.

Obviously, there is still a long way to go for Batman's growth, and Schiller, for his own personal safety and a stable life in Gotham in the future, had to take on the responsibility of young Bruce. Mentor.

It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, meeting Schiller on a rainy night was just last night. Bruce was not surprised when Schiller called out his real name. Something out of the ordinary.

Maybe it's a supernatural ability, maybe it's magic. He has seen many people like this during his travels around the world, and he also knows that this world is far from being as simple as ordinary people imagine, and there are many incredible powers watching here.

Bruce knocked on the door of the counselor again, and there was a steady and muddled "Come in" from inside.

For some reason, Bruce felt lucky, because the reply came very quickly. It was obvious that the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hates all mysteries and nihilism, and so does Bruce. In his opinion, Schiller's attitude means that maybe he will tell Bruce what's going on instead of continuing to evade and conceal it. Some verbal tricks go around in circles with him.

Bruce sat opposite Schiller again, and Bruce said: "Professor, it seems that you are in a good mood today."

"Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are not in a good mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you would come and pour me a cup of coffee like the first day."

He spread his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know, I didn't make coffee on purpose this morning, just waiting for you to come."

Bruce was silent for a moment, but got up anyway to make Schiller a cup of coffee.

Schiller actually just thought it was interesting to drink the coffee made by Batman himself, but Bruce felt that this was a test, or a technique of mental interference, using words to make the other party have to do what he ordered. Well, if you think about it this way, it may indeed be more in line with Schiller's personality, a crazy doctor who is obsessed with psychology and psychiatry research.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill all over his body due to the cold weather in Gotham, and Bruce spoke first:

"Why were you there last night?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"If you want to hide, you should have made yourself a mask last night instead of denying it now after I saw your face."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table, he said: "I'm not trying to deny that you saw me last night, I'm asking you, why do you keep tens of billions of net worth, no To donate money to some foundation charity, but to wear a ridiculous tights, run to the streets of Gotham City when it is raining heavily, and fight with some punks, "

Faced with this question, Bruce was silent.

"This is not a set question..." Schiller said, "You don't need to think about how to answer, because I will answer you."

"Because your fundamental purpose is not rescue, but revenge."

"This is the answer you gave me." Bruce said,

"No, I just saw the answer in your heart." Schiller said,

"I don't think there is mind reading in this world."

"Of course there is no mind reading in this world, it's just that some people don't realize it. How can the strong desire in his heart be reflected. People always think that they hide their hearts well, but it's not the case in reality. .”

"Can I learn this ability?" Bruce asked, "This ability to see through people's hearts."

"And then use them to avenge criminals?" Schiller asked, "Obviously you think all this too simply, Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you regard it as all the motivation to support you, then It will be like last night."

Schiller, made a drop gesture, Bruce explained:

"Going back last night, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I plan to design a belt..."

"You know those things are not the point, you can add an iron fist with a strength of several thousand kilograms to your hand, or you can add an engine to your boots that allows you to leap to the moon, You can even design a pair of wings for yourself, allowing you to fly to any planet in the solar system, you can do it, Bruce, I believe you can."

"But these are not enough, not enough."

"If I have such power, I can eliminate criminals all over the world, can't I?" Bruce asked,

Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who has never met the Joker, can't imagine how an unarmed criminal, a thin and weak ordinary person who only knows a little acrobatics and fighting skills, can Defeat a superhero who is proficient in hundreds of fighting techniques and has learned all kinds of abilities from all over the world.

Schiller feels that no matter how he guides the current Bruce and the future Batman, he can only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. The one who really taught Batman everything is precisely his deadly enemy, the Joker.

And now, the clown should still be living a very ordinary life in a circus.

Now Bruce is still very arrogant. He asked Schiller to study psychology, because he is like this, and he has learned various skills in various parts of the world. His modesty and arrogance are actually not in conflict. .

Schiller said: "The same sentence, of course you can study psychology. You can learn everything in the textbook. You can come to my class, go back to endorse, write homework, write a paper, and then take the final exam. I am a professor, and I will not stop any student from studying."

"You know that's not what I want to learn..."

"Then what else do you think?"

"Your... special ability." Bruce gestured, and he said: "I have seen many people like this all over the world. They have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."

"No, I'm different from them, I don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people."

Bruce pondered for a moment, he pursed his lips, apparently not believing it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him, the young Batman was obviously too immature, he was a bit too straightforward and impulsive , Do not expect the consequences.

And he seemed too impatient. The troubled superhero career made his impatience even worse. Obviously, he felt that if he could learn mind-reading skills from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals. It's easier to do this than being pushed downstairs by a few gangsters and falling to the ground in embarrassment.

He simply hadn't figured out exactly what caused his failure.

Once again Bruce got no success from Schiller, who just told him, even threatened him, that he'd better study hard, take all the courses, and get a good grade in the final exam.

And Bruce obviously didn't listen to a word.

At night, Schiller went out again. He went to Jonathan's secret base and stole a lot of fear gas. No matter how stupid Jonathan was this time, he should be able to see his two rows of test tubes. , less than half.

Schiller is not proficient in any chemical knowledge, he has no way to carry out any improvement and transformation of this special gas, he can only put them into different containers, or perform some simple dilution.

But there is one more thing he can do, and that is to use these fear gases to frighten Batman.

Soon Schiller reappeared in Mason Street. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce is such a person. , this is his pride.

The entire Mawson block is not big, with only six alleys. The building Bruce fell from happened to be the first alley in the Mawson block. There was a nightclub there, which was controlled by the Gutter Gang.

The Gutter Gang is just a small gang in Gotham, because there is a drain in Gotham on the edge of the Mawson block, and the Gutter Gang likes to throw some tragic victims into that ditch, and The ditch also became more and more stinky, so other gangsters began to use the ditch to refer to this gang, and the gutter gang was complacent about it and quite proud of it.

The first enemy to defeat Batman is obviously not a famous villain. They are just a group of punks smoking upstairs in a nightclub. Batman used his fighting skills to deal with most of them, but he lacks actual combat experience He was sprinkled with a handful of lime in the eyes of the portrait, and then staggered and fell downstairs.

The early Batman had no assistants, and the equipment was immature. It is not surprising that he would capsize in the gutter, but the gutter gang did not have the same luck as the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of the Mawson block for a while , I heard horrified cries from the nightclub, and soon the night became quiet. A little gangster that no one would care about disappeared into Gotham just like that.

Batman came out. Obviously, his condition was much better than last time. He lowered his head, as if he was still thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward and turned a corner. He wanted to find the beggar, and then give him some dollars, and told him that the gutter gang had been solved by him. He will no longer be in any danger with the money.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again, she was still tightly wrapped in the quilt, shivering in the damp and cold night air of Gotham, and the umbrella that Schiller had given him was gone.

Batman handed him the money, and said to him in a low voice: "There are no gangsters in this block anymore, you are safe."

The beggar raised his head tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found in disbelief that there was only hatred in the beggar's eyes staring at him.

"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.

"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head, and Schiller stood on the balcony of the beggar's building, looking down at Batman from the second floor.

"Because of the existence of the Gutter Gang, there will be a steady stream of customers in that nightclub every day. Some customers will hold food in their hands, and when there is only a little bit left in their food ~IndoMTL.com~ they will throw it away On the side of the road, so that beggars can pick it up and continue to eat."

"But now without the gutter gang, it is impossible for the nightclub to continue to operate. If there are no guests, it means that there will be no food."

"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."

"Yes, you have the best medical system in Gotham, a private doctor, and a family health consultant. You haven't tried colds and fevers a few times, and you don't know that people are so cold that they can't stand up What kind of feeling will it be."

"In your imagination, he could go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, maybe find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then heal his illness..." Schiller drew a long tone and continued:

"But unfortunately, he couldn't even do the first step."

Batman squatted down. He tore off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs had been frozen blue. It had been raining for several days in Gotham City, and her legs were soaked in water and swollen. Out of shape.

Batman is proficient in the theory of surgery. He knows that even in the best hospital in Gotham, such a lower limb can only be amputated.

He was completely silent. Looking at the many dollar bills that the beggar didn't hold in his hand, but let them fall on the ground randomly, he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that suffocated him.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions irresistibly devoured his heart, making him want to growl. Batman felt that he had never lost his composure like tonight. He stood up, staggered towards He took a few steps back, then fell to the ground.

Apparently, a tragic story with an unexpected ending and the negative emotions evoked by a little bit of fear gas are enough to silence Bruce for a few days.