Chapter 1277: A Pair of Lonely Figures (Seventeen)

There was no anger or urgency in Batman's interrupted voice, it seemed to simply say that he understood.

"Who have you ever lost?" Schiller asked.

"My child, what about you?"

"Maybe it's my mother." Schiller gave a specious answer: "She is my nurse."

"Corresponding to that doctor?"

"Yes."

Schiller then gave some explanations: "What's amazing is that father's love and mother's love are two completely different things. Neither one can be absent. If there is only one of them, then the imbalance will only be a matter of time sooner or later. The same is true in fantasy." Same."

Batman seemed to be lost in thought, and Schiller didn't make a sound. The two sat in front of the window in silence, but it was very obvious that they seemed to have a deeper understanding of each other.

This quiet atmosphere is really surprising, because they have only known each other for two days, and this level of familiarity is obviously not enough for people not to feel awkward when the conversation falls into silence.

Schiller drank the wine one sip after another. Soon, the glass was empty, but he had no intention of pouring the wine again. Instead, he put down the glass, stood up and left his seat. Batman was still sitting there, not even looking at him.

Schiller sat in the middle of the large sofa in the center of the room, opened the laptop on the table, and started tapping the keyboard lightly. Batman then turned to look at him and asked, "Are you writing medical records?"

"No, I'm writing a paper."

The two were silent again. Batman seemed to believe Schiller's words, or maybe he had a way to see the contents of the computer. After more than ten minutes, Batman asked: "About psychology?"

"American Journal of Psychiatry."

Then there was another long silence, with only the clicking sound of the keyboard echoing in the room. After the jazz gradually became fainter, Batman's breathing became more obvious.

"If you really feel embarrassed, you can bring the child who is causing you headaches. You must first determine whether the part that is causing you trouble is caused by brain disease, and then consider psychological treatment and emotional counseling."

Schiller said while typing, and then he said seemingly unintentionally: "I am writing an article on adolescent psychology, which may be helpful. I mean his help to me."

"You want me to let my children be your experimental subjects." Another affirmative sentence, with some elusive ridicule and absurdity.

"Believe me, many people want it." As always, calm and confident, and incredibly arrogant.

The atmosphere fell silent again, so it seemed that the loud "boom" after dozens of seconds was particularly harsh.

The two people in the room instantly became vigilant, but what surprised them both was that the person they were immediately wary of was not the other party. Their instincts told them that it could not be the other party's hand.

For them, this is very outrageous, which means that in the moment just now, they were indeed completely relaxed. They did not regard the other party as an imaginary enemy for a second, and did not have the slightest bit of vigilance. This can be called incredible.

But it was obvious that the source of the sound was more attractive to them now. Schiller was the first to look up to the second floor. He took his hands back from the keyboard, stood up and walked towards the stairs. Batman did not stop him.

Schiller walked to the window on the second floor, the side facing away from the Gotham River. He tilted his body slightly and looked out the window.

But the next second, there was a "crash". The glass was shattered, a fist stretched out, and then a strong figure jumped directly into the house.

Schiller stood by the window frame and watched quietly the intruders, but Batman couldn't calm down anymore, because when he looked up, he saw a bright red hood slowly emerging from the darkness. Get out.

Batman literally covered his forehead.

"Hello, sir, I think there is something wrong with the design of your uniform. The holes for the eyes are too small, which will prevent you from telling where the door is. After I remind you, do you plan to walk through it again?" Schiller said in a kind of way. He asked in a playful and playful tone.

But the other party was obviously not someone who could understand a gentleman's humor. He just turned to Schiller very rudely and said: "Shut up and hand over the criminal!"

"I remind you, it's best not to go any further." Schiller still said in a gentle tone: "If you take another step forward, you will see what you fear most."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

The other party didn't appreciate it at all and strode forward. From this angle, he could just see Batman standing on the first floor looking up at him through the railing of the patio on the second floor.

With a "swish", the outgoing leg was retracted, just like a stuck game. The uninvited guest who broke in was pushed back to the window. He held the window sill with both hands. His expression could be seen even through the mask. It was like seeing a ghost.

"I warned you," Schiller said.

"Stay away from him." Batman's voice came from the first floor.

The young man with the red hood spread his hands and said, "What the hell? Batman? Shouldn't you be patrolling across the river now? And who is he? Why should I stay away from him?"

"He said it to me." Schiller silently took a step back. He seemed to be afraid, but in fact, he made way for the intruder to go to the first floor.

"Okay, no matter what you are doing, you'd better hand over the damn killer who ran here quickly!" The other party's voice seemed very hoarse, and his words and words had a sense of street violence. Simple It's about playing on the east coast.

"Who is the killer you are talking about?"

"Of course it's that damn bastard murderer who wanted to assassinate City Council Speaker Miguel Gevadalupe! He ran away after killing the people. Unexpectedly, he met me and even wanted to hide here. He There is no escape!"

"Stay away from him." Batman repeated the words again, but this time he was obviously not talking to Schiller, but the target of his warning didn't understand it at all. His eyes just glared fiercely through the mask. By Schiller.

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to correct your wording. An attempted murderer is not called a killer, let alone a murderer."

"Why are you so busy?"

"Because this is my house."

"But you can't use it to cover criminals! Tell me what you saw! Even if Batman is here, you can't hide anything about the cases I'm chasing, or I'll let you know how awesome it is!"

"Okay, after that loud noise, I only saw you because your red hood stood out so much. I think the murderer thought so too."

"What did you say?!" The other party raised his voice, obviously feeling that Schiller was mocking him. He raised his fist and slammed it on the railing at the edge of the patio, making a "stuck" sound. The railing broke directly.

"See? It's like it's going to rub your neck if you ever talk shit to me again!"

Schiller seemed a little helpless. He took a step back again. This gesture could be called cowardly, but Batman rushed up to the second floor and stood at the corner of the patio.

"Back off!" Batman said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Red Hood exclaimed because Batman said this to him. Schiller showed a smile and said: "The fire in the fireplace is not so warm. I think we should add more firewood to make it hotter. This is good for everyone.”

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs. Batman looked at his back and said in a warning tone: "Stop, come back!"

Schiller stopped, and Batman turned to the Red Hood and said, "Go back where you came from. Don't let me say it again."

"Are you going to work with him to protect criminals with this inexplicable foreigner? Batman, are you ready to admit that you are a coward?"

The Red Hood always spoke with a gun and a stick. Whether it was his tone or the words he used, it made people feel uncomfortable. Just as Batman was about to speak, the Red Hood immediately interrupted him a second before he made a sound and said:

"You clearly heard me say that an assassin attempted to murder the speaker of the city council, but you were not anxious at all. You still wanted to reason with the person. Get out of the way. No matter how tough his mouth is, I can pry it open!"

"Where did this guy come from?" Hal looked at the screen and asked with some confusion: "He just ran rampant in Gotham and is still alive today? Could Batman be his sugar daddy?"

The expression on Barry's face was about to lose its intensity, but he was still trying desperately to endure it. A hand patted his shoulder, startling him. He turned to look at Bruce's expression and swallowed. .

"I can't say it." Barry covered his mouth tightly and said, "Otherwise I will be very unlucky in the future in this universe."

"If you don't tell me, you will be in bad luck now." Bruce said very firmly.

"He seems to know Batman, but there seems to be a certain age difference. Could it be that he is an adopted son?" Clark frowned and began to reason: "But I have met Dick, he is a very polite child, and Bruce Like, how could he speak so rudely?"

"I don't think it's an adopted son." Diana gave a negative opinion: "It is impossible for the Wayne family to raise an adopted son with the temperament of a street gangster.

"Perhaps you have often heard that the children of a certain big family are very rebellious and do not do serious things, but the rebelliousness of the young masters is completely different from that of the gangsters, with completely different temperaments. Obviously, this guy wearing the red hood is the kind of person who comes from a lower class background. He is a little gangster who has nothing to do with the wealthy life of the Wayne family."

Both Hal and Constantine thought it made sense, so they nodded. Constantine supported his head with his right hand and said, "I guess. Maybe Batman saved him. A little bastard who was framed by someone on a rainy night was killed by the great He was rescued by the Dark Knight and started on the right path, taking on the task of solving criminals. Although his methods were rough, his heart was good. "

Several others nodded in agreement, feeling that the detailed scene described by Constantine was very convincing. After all, so far, not many strangers had appeared, and even fewer were masked. If Gotham is now They must know such a person, at least Constantine, who wanders the streets every day, should know him.

But at this time, the expressions of several people changed. The first one to open her mouth was Harley. The little girl did not reason from her words and deeds. She simply had a more developed hearing than others, so she felt that the voice sounded familiar.

Jason was next, because as the red hood walked forward, after his figure entered the light, Jason saw the familiar hood, which was different, but generally the same.

And finally there was Bruce. He suddenly had a bad premonition. He pressed his hand on Barry's shoulder a little tighter. He was about to open his mouth to ask Barry not to say that name, but Barry still gave in out of fear.

"Jason Todd—he's Jason, and he's also the Red Hood!"