When Schiller woke up, he didn't even have to turn over to know that he must have returned to the simple Gotham City, because the smell of kerosene in the air and the never-clear sky outside the window told him that he must have traveled back in time again. .
And no time has passed at all.
He turned off the alarm clock and looked at the calendar. It was the day after the night he traveled to Marvel, which meant that the time in the DC world would not go when he went to Marvel.
Schiller sighed, and 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, which was more dangerous.
I can honestly say that although New York is more enjoyable, Gotham is my forever home. At least the universe mode has not been turned on here yet. Schiller can't deal with the purple sweet potato spirit now.
He stood up and got dressed. Gotham University requires professors to wear formal attire for class, so Schiller wears a shirt, vest and suit every day. Sometimes he changes the suit style or wears a trench coat.
The temperature in Gotham in September is quite good, not cold. Maybe because it is a coastal city, the breeze blows in the city, which makes it quite warm.
As soon as Schiller went out, he saw someone he really didn't want to see - Bruce Wayne.
Schiller turned around and walked back.
Bruce quickly caught up and shouted: "Professor! Professor! I have some psychological questions to ask you! Can you wait for me?"
Schiller cursed secretly. There were many teachers near the professor's apartment. Schiller couldn't just refuse. He could only say: "Okay, okay, I'm not deaf. Mr. Wayne, let's go to the psychological consultation room." Let’s talk.”
So the two entered the psychological consultation room. Bruce did not sit down, but took the initiative to make coffee. He held the hot coffee and placed it in front of Schiller.
He said: "Schiller Andale Rodriguez is a world-famous criminal psychologist. He holds four doctorates in psychology. He was involved in the famous Blood Man Massacre in the Fortress City, the Red Glove Serial Murder Case in the Imperial City, The investigation and detection of the underground dismemberment case in Beach City, and, most importantly, participated in the trial of the deputy mayor of Metropolis and resigned midway four months ago, and accepted the invitation to serve at Gotham University..."
"Professor Schiller, can you tell me why you came to Gotham?"
Schiller's hair stood on end when he heard that, good guy, the original owner's resume can be directly transferred to Arkham Asylum! You can't even be a clown!
You have been involved in more than one case that sounds terrifying! You also participated in a bunch! Bruce had better keep it and say it, right?
Schiller cursed in his heart, but he remained expressionless on the outside. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Gotham is a good place."
"Really? The city with the highest crime rate in America?"
"that's not important."
"oh?"
"The crime rate in Metropolis is not high. Sit down, kid. You think Metropolis is safer than Gotham, right?"
"Isn't it?"
"At least not to me," Schiller said.
Schiller here inherited the knowledge and abilities of the original owner, but in terms of memory, he suspected that the original owner had lost some important memories before he traveled through time. At least now, Schiller could not recall any details about those horrific cases, which seemed a bit vague. A vague shadow, but the recollection is not clear at all.
Schiller knew that the original owner must have been involved in an unspeakably complicated case and was subsequently plotted.
Schiller said: "The safety you see is just a facade, Mr. Wayne. Behind that, behind the glamor of the metropolis, there is a darkness that you may not be able to imagine."
"Then why come to Gotham City?"
"...I think you have checked my resume, but it is still not detailed enough. I have offended too many people. This is the only place that is safe."
"Why?"
"The only people who can deal with criminals are criminals," Schiller said.
Bruce Wayne seemed shocked by this statement, and he said: "The only people who can deal with criminals are criminals, right? Professor, is that what you think?"
"Bruce, let's change the subject," Schiller said.
Bruce looked at him, his eyes as gloomy as the sky in Gotham City. Schiller realized that he was no longer facing the cynical playboy Bruce, but Batman, the most complex superhero in history, a A dark hero, a genius with incomprehensible paranoia and a thin line between madness and madness.
"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?"
"It must be possible."
Bruce calmed his expression, and no one could tell what he was thinking. He said, "Professor Schiller, unfortunately, your coffee contains some of my homemade gadgets, a kind of nanovirus..."
"Bruce, dishonesty won't get you any more from me, kid, this isn't some trick you use to get candy," Schiller said.
"It seems that I am destined to fail today." Bruce said.
"That's not necessarily the case," Schiller said.
"I hope you can give me a good enough score on the final test, Bruce, to prove that you have the heart to learn this skill, and then come back 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, detectives, lock picking, counter-detection..."
"You haven't learned Gotham except Gotham," Schiller said.
Bruce was silent. Schiller could already see that Bruce was not the dark hero Batman in the later period. Indeed, the thoughts of revenge and justice have always been in his heart. There may be a darker side, but he has not yet understood Gotham. , what exactly is this human hell.
Bruce wants to use all available power, such as Professor Schiller.
Batman is a hero with almost no weaknesses. He is as wise as a demon, cautious and meticulous, and he is as good as a god in a mortal body. But the prerequisite is that he must first put on the bat suit and completely become a dark knight who spreads fear in the night. Take Gotham and all its evil in your pocket, be prepared to face and fight all the filthiness of humanity, and now? Bruce is not Batman yet, he has weaknesses.
Schiller suddenly felt lucky. If he really faced the Dark Knight standing in the shadow of Gotham, maybe all his methods would be useless, because Batman is not Superman, he is not a hero of justice, he is a complete Outlaw.
After Bruce left, Schiller stood in front of the window for a long time. Maybe Batman would arrive soon, and Bruce couldn't wait any longer.
The next day, Schiller went to class as usual, and it was the first class for freshmen. Unfortunately, his action to prevent Bruce from choosing psychology was unsuccessful. This young Batman had to appear in Schiller's peaceful life to remind him This place is about to turn into a mess.
But the strange thing is 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 giving lectures, why did Bruce go?
He has a net worth of hundreds of millions, and the old Wayne family in Gotham City is the right one. Is it possible that he can still be beaten by gangsters?
After class, Schiller rejected Bruce's obvious "let's talk" suggestion. He quickly put away his books and course materials, and then left with the flow of students. He had to go out in the evening.
If Gotham City is hell, then even Satan would be afraid of Gotham City at night. This crime city has never stopped the aftermath of crime. Schiller left the safety of the university and truly entered Gotham. In the city.
He's stalking Scarecrow Jonathan.
Jonathan is not a normal person. He has been committing murder since he was eighteen years old, so even though he is not Scarecrow yet, he has still started his fear gas experiment.
Schiller is not here to seek justice and stop him, he is here to get some fear gas and use it to protect himself.
In this dangerous city, a chemist secretly made the laboratory the safest place for theft. At least, like Jonathan and Schiller, they are both civilian employees, not gangsters, and they don't know how to use fighting or firearms. You can only rely on your head.
That night, it rained again in Gotham. The night was as dark as thick ink, and the rain had a strong smell of kerosene. No matter how warm it was here, the cold September rain still made people shiver. Schiller was wearing a long windbreaker. Holding a black umbrella and walking through a narrow street, he had gradually found the location where Jonathan had hidden the poison gas. It was underground in an abandoned church in a neighborhood. As long as Jonathan was not around, Schiller could go in and get it. Fear gas.
Suddenly, Schiller's heart began to beat rapidly. A picture of him being hit by an unknown hidden weapon flashed before 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 sense saved Schiller's life.
Schiller slowly put down his umbrella. His expression was not as gentle as it was during the day. He almost died.
Anyone who had just been attacked by death would hardly have a good look on his face. At the end of the alley, Bruce, who was wearing a bat suit, saw his precisely guided and extremely fast flying dart, which was instantly blocked by the mysterious man with an umbrella. What a reaction. It's as fast as it was predicted in advance.
The black umbrella covered with rainwater was lowered, revealing a face that Bruce was very familiar with. It was his university professor, Schiller.
It was indeed him, but it didn't seem like it. Schiller's temperament was completely different from that of the day. At this time, Schiller was more like the person Bruce saw described in his resume, a madman obsessed with criminal psychology.
Schiller took a deep breath and said, "You should know what would have happened if I hadn't blocked it."
"The dart will stop thirty centimeters away from you." Batman said.
Bruce's voice was also completely different than it was during the day, and Schiller knew he had used a voice changer.
At this time, Batman is still far behind. His Bat-suit is not mature enough, he has no cape and belt, and the Bat Darts don't seem to be very easy to use. It can be seen that the fledgling Batman should have gone through some detours. After all, he has to help justice. Things start in Gotham, that is, novices directly challenge the hell difficulty.
Schiller said: "I want to remind you, Mr. Bat, that unlike the wealthy area where you live, there are no protective fences on the roofs of the Mawson neighborhood. If you accidentally fall down again, your internal organs may rupture."
The dark figure opposite was silent, and he asked: "How did you see it?"
"You are still too young, Mr. Hero. The medicine you use has almost no taste. It is a high-end chemical preparation that cannot be afforded by these poor people in the slums. Moreover..." Schiller's eyes fell on Bruce's only exposed part. On the chin, he said: "No one here shaves so neatly and symmetrically."
"Who the hell are you?" Batman asked.
Schiller opened the umbrella again and said, "Go home quickly, young master. No one will answer every question you have. I am not a novice mentor."
After saying that, he left in the rain. Batman stood in that alley for a long time. He limped out and turned into another street. He saw a beggar shivering in the rain.
He took out a wad of money and handed it to the beggar. Then he heard the sound of leather shoes hitting 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. The beggar took the umbrella and opened it, which could cover the cold rain. Then she tremblingly handed the wad of dollars back to Batman. .
"Why?" Batman asked as he took the dollar.
"Because this is the territory of the Shuigou Gang. If they knew she had such a large sum of dollars, her body would appear in the ditch the next day."
"A large amount of dollars?" Batman's voice betrayed the absurdity as he said, "Thirty-seven dollars?"
"Yes." Schiller looked towards the end of the street and said, "This is Gotham..."
"Welcome to Gotham."
