Chapter 1653 No Time to Die (XVI)
"Dear Dr. Rodriguez, I have to write to you again, but this is not an emergency. Please don't worry. It's just that the situation I told you before is getting worse. I just hope that this is not my unnecessary worry. At least my worry makes some sense, right?
Yesterday, Dick came back, but he just came to get his textbooks. Alfred heard that he was still in school in your universe, so he arranged a tutor for him. To my surprise, his academic performance was not bad, and he also knew French and ballet.
I once thought about letting Dick learn dance or gymnastics. He is particularly talented in this area, but in the end I didn't ask, which can be called a pity.
Dick left soon after taking his things. I can understand him. I think there must be many differences between me and the Batman in your universe. Damian, who accompanied him back, looked at me a few times. I am sure there is some desire in his eyes, but I don't know what he is longing for.
Or maybe it's just that I don't want to admit it.
He didn't say anything, Me too. The two of them left quickly. Jason, who was supposed to return to the manor on Thursday night to get the repair tools, did not come back either. He said Barbara was doing something on his computer, and Jason was helping her.
They seemed to have their own things all of a sudden, but I was worried about it. I think this emotion should not exist and is weird, because I always hoped that they could have their own independent lives.
But now that it is really like this, I am not as happy as I thought. I have too many worries about birds leaving the nest, but I know that they actually have powerful wings to soar in the sky.
I just want to confirm with you, Doctor, my weird emotions come from my temporary discomfort. I hope this is just my discomfort. I don’t think I will be the kind of overbearing elder who restrains children. ”
With a slight "rustle", the letter was folded down by Schiller’s fingers. After reading the contents of the letter, he sighed again. He was very worried about Batman’s current mentality.
After two sets of Robins were transferred from this universe to the main universe, they obviously made a big fuss in Gotham City. Logically, Batman should be able to find out who was behind it soon, but he was obviously in a low mood, and even his previous keen detective sense was slightly weakened.
Or, he was in no mood to investigate the case at all. He only paid little attention to the strange gangster rise. In the past few days, he has been writing letters to Schiller to tell him about the changes of Robins.
The Robins who returned from another universe have indeed changed a lot, and the biggest and most difficult thing for Batman to accept is that the Bat Family no longer revolves around Batman.
In the past, the Bat Family was said to be Batman's assistants, but in fact it was more like his backup team. Batman rarely asked them to really help with anything big, but often helped them solve many problems. The connection between the Bat Family and Batman came more from endless topics about Batman.
They discussed Batman with each other, and then discussed with Batman, and then discussed with each other what they discussed with Batman, and then talked about what had happened with Batman and what would happen with Batman in the future.
Children and teenagers will easily identify the focus of their lives. They are more sensitive in the group than adults, more like a group of lambs. Whoever is close to them, they will rely on him for all parts of their lives. The Bat Family puts all the focus on Batman.
This habit not only domesticated these children, but also domesticated Batman to some extent.
He is very used to the birds of the Bat Family constantly swaying in front of his eyes, chirping in his ears, causing trouble for him every now and then, and even becoming his weakness and trouble.
While the Robins regard Batman as the focus of their lives, Batman is also ready to protect them at any time.
But since these two sets of Robins went to a distant universe and came back, Batman was shocked to find that the focus of the Bat Family’s life is no longer Batman.
The Robins suddenly became busy. It seemed that everyone had a lot of things to do, but these things had nothing to do with Batman, or even with the Batcave or Wayne Manor. They came and went in a hurry in these places, and didn't even bother to say a word to Batman standing next to them.
If it was someone else who suddenly changed his temperament, Batman would immediately feel very suspicious and start an investigation, but Batman is now in a state of self-doubt, because he had hinted to the Robins to be more independent several times before, and even he himself felt that he definitely wanted the Robins to be independent.
But when the day came when the Robins really became independent, Batman found that he was not happy at all, so he began to doubt whether he was the kind of parent with very double standards, who was very open-minded in trivial matters, but completely ignored the wishes of his children when it came to big things.
Batman didn't think he was such a person, but he couldn't explain the feeling of loss in his heart.
He had certainly heard some people's comments on the Bat Family, such as "How could a rich old man raise a group of little boys without other purposes?", or even lighter "Batman made all the children of the Bat Family revolve around him, just to satisfy his desire for control and vanity."
In the past, Batman didn't care about these comments, but when the weak sadness that hadn't appeared in his heart for many years came up, he couldn't help but start to doubt the purpose of forming the Bat-Family.
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Looking back, did these children really help a lot? Have they really grown up healthily and made great progress? Is Gotham, a rotten city, really better because of their existence?
Most of the letters Batman has recently sent to Schiller are discussing these issues, because he really doesn't know who else to discuss education-related topics with, and Schiller has indeed responded to every letter seriously, which has occupied his most recent time. most of life.
But Batman's psychology itself cannot be called healthy. It is like a dam that is already full of cracks. While plugging new loopholes, Schiller must also pay attention to the previous cracks not to leak, and he must also be careful not to create new ones. The cracks are almost like embroidery on a balloon.
He felt that the world should really set up an award alongside the Nobel Prize, called the "Batman Psychologist Award." Even with Schiller's professional level, serving as a psychological and educational consultant to an adult Batman, It also made him very tired.
Schiller knew that he had to find a way to improve this situation, firstly because correspondence was not a good method of psychological counseling.
In other words, for a mature Batman, there is no correct method of psychological counseling. Even if he is face to face, Schiller cannot get the feedback he wants from his expression and demeanor. His defense is too high. If you have the ability to climb over, climbing in is not an option.
The second reason is that if Batman continues to indulge in this emotion and does not investigate what is happening in Gotham City, then the two sets of Robins, big and small, will really build the Wayne family into the largest gangster family. .
While Schiller was thinking about the solution, Strange, wearing a wizard's robe, knocked on his office door.
"You are here." Strange took a deep breath and said, "Can we change the second class in the afternoon? I have to conduct teaching research with Professor Constantine."
"Teaching and research? What do you plan to study?" Schiller stood up from behind the desk, walked to the class schedule on the wall and looked at it carefully, then took the pen from his pocket and drew a circle on the afternoon class.
"Uh...can I say that? I have never taught children at such a young age." Strange sighed and said, "In the trial class just now, I spent half of my time maintaining classroom discipline. Seriously, you should find them a middle school teacher instead of bringing me here."
"So you are going to study how to maintain discipline?"
"No, let's leave it to Professor Victor to maintain discipline. Let's do what we are better at. I really can't deal with the noise of those children for more time in the day."
"Okay, then I'll take the second class." Schiller nodded and agreed easily, but Strange looked a little confused. He looked at Schiller calmly, and then said : "Are you sure? Those lively and active children are more noisy than the monkeys in the virgin forest. Are you sure you can handle it?"
"If you are curious about my teaching style, you can come and listen to the class, or come with John."
Schiller walked back to the desk and began to pack up the letters sent by Batman. At this time, Strange noticed that Schiller was reading the letter just now. He half changed the subject, and half asked curiously: "Who gave it to you? Wrote so many letters?”
“An empty nester whose children suddenly left home.”
"You look worried."
"Is it that obvious?"
"It's very obvious." Strange spread his hands and walked to the table, straightened his cuffs and said, "It seems that you are still an excellent psychiatrist in this world."
"A psychiatrist is not equipped to deal with this level of trouble."
Strange raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the trouble? I really don't understand how anyone in this world could like children, or even feel sad because these monkeys left home. I wish they would get out of here as soon as possible."
After saying that, Strange turned around and walked towards the door and said: "Since he is short of children, let's give him a few children. It would be better if we have this group here. I really don't know if I can still be patient." How long will it last?”
Watching Strange's leaving figure and thinking about the words he left behind, Schiller stood there in silence for a while, then he lowered his head and rubbed the letter in his hand with his fingers, as if he had an idea.