American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 8 He's not yet Batman

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One morning when Gotham City was still full of smog, Schiller stretched and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel, and after a few days of leisure, he found another appearance near his psychological clinic. The figure of the agent of SHIELD.

Those people are like candy canes that can't be thrown away, maybe to ordinary people, even Stark, the richest man in that world, is still annoyed by them but can't do anything 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 for leisure, but now that Marvel is being targeted by agents, he can choose to leave, come Hide in Gotham.

The agents of SHIELD had absolutely no idea how Schiller disappeared, leaving no trace of him, neither train or plane tickets, and no sign of him at the intersections of various highways, which made Nick Fury Rui was even more determined that Schiller was by no means an ordinary person.

And after returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that its fear gas was stolen, because Schiller was not greedy, he only took a small test tube amount.

After all, he is not like a scarecrow. He uses fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He is only dealing with a few gangsters who are not in the mainstream. He does not need any high-tech equipment to spray these poisonous gas, just take a small spray bottle. , spraying into the nose of ordinary people, these concentrated fear gas becomes the best weapon, after all, those gang members can't have the same reaction ability as Batman.

While studying this poisonous gas, although Schiller had no systematic knowledge of chemistry, he knew how to make the best use of it. In addition to using it as a weapon to spray others, Schiller discovered that the original version of Fear gas does not seem to be pure, it can induce fear, but also induce some other negative emotions. This is really good news for a psychiatrist, after all, if the patient is still unwilling to confess his inner emotions , the treatment can no longer proceed.

Schiller found that he could spray the poisonous gas of fear that had been diluted hundreds of times as perfume on his body. I don't know why, but maybe it was the credit of the system. This poisonous gas had no effect on him, but it could make people close to him. of people are infected with a small amount of negative emotions.

That's right, Schiller intends to use this trick to deal with the inexperienced Bruce, that is, the young Batman.

The current Batman is not the master of the future. Bruce is still too young. He has just traveled the world and learned a skill. Bruce is eager to start his revenge plan. He puts on the original version of the bat suit and takes the When he got on bat darts, he wanted to fight criminals. In his eyes, spending hundreds of millions to build equipment is really simple, but he didn't realize that it wasn't these foreign objects that really made him Batman. , but the spirit in his heart.

Obviously, Batman still has a long way to go, and Schiller, for his own safety and a stable life in Gotham in the future, has to act as the spiritual mentor of young Bruce.

It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, meeting Schiller on a rainy night was just last night. When Schiller called out his real name, Bruce was not surprised. He knew that this person must have something different from him. Ordinary place.

Maybe it was supernatural power, maybe it was magic. On the way to travel the world, he had seen many such people. He also knew that this world is far from being as simple as ordinary people imagined, and there are many incredible forces watching over it.

Bruce knocked on the door of the psychologist again, and there was a steady but muddled "Please come in".

Somehow, Bruce felt a sense of relief, because the reply came very quickly, and it was obvious that the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.

Batman hates all mystery and nihilism, and so does Bruce, in his opinion, Schiller's attitude means that maybe he will tell Bruce what is going on, instead of continuing to shirk and hide, take some words The tricks go in circles with him.

Bruce sat opposite Schiller again. 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 you did on the first day."

He spread out his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know I didn't make coffee this morning, I'm waiting for you."

Bruce was silent for a while, but got up and went to make Schiller a cup of coffee.

Schiller actually just thought it was interesting to be able to drink the coffee made by Batman himself, but Bruce thought it was a test, or a mental interference technique, using words to make the other party have to do what he ordered, Well, thinking about it this way, it may indeed be more in line with Schiller's character, a mad doctor obsessed with psychology and psychiatry.

Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dissipated the chill that was all over his body because Gotham was cold, and Bruce spoke first:

"Why did you appear there last night?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"If you want to hide it, you should make yourself a mask last night, instead of choosing to deny it now after I see your face."

Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table, he said: "I'm not denying that you saw me last night, I'm asking you, why do you put tens of billions of wealth and don't donate money to do it? Some foundation charity, but to wear a ridiculous tights, when it's raining, go to the streets of Gotham City and compete with some gangsters,"

Facing this question, Bruce was silent.

"This is not a 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 that the strong desires in their hearts can be reflected. People always think that they hide their hearts well, but in reality, this is not the case."

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

"And then use them to get revenge on criminals?" Schiller asked. "Obviously you're taking it all too easily, Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you use it as your motivation, then it will Like last night."

Schiller, making a falling gesture, Bruce explained:

"When I went 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 put an iron fist with thousands of kilograms on your hand, you can put a motor on your boots that can make you leap to the moon, you can even Design yourself a pair of wings to fly to any planet in the solar system, you can do it, Bruce, I believe you can do it."

"But these are not enough, far from enough."

"If I had such power, I could wipe out criminals all over the world, wouldn't I?" Bruce asked.

Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who has not met the Joker, can't imagine how an unarmed criminal, an ordinary person who only knows a little acrobatics and fighting skills, and is thin and powerless, can defeat a proficient person. Hundreds of fighting skills and superheroes who have learned all kinds of abilities from all over the world.

Schiller felt that no matter how he instructed the current Bruce and the future Batman, he could only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. What really taught Batman everything was precisely his nemesis, the Joker.

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

The current Bruce is still very arrogant, he asked Schiller to study psychology, because he is like this, he has learned various skills all over the world, and his humility, studious and arrogance are actually not in conflict.

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

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

"Then what do you think?"

"Your kind of... special ability." Bruce gestured, and he said, "I have seen many such people all over the world, and they have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."

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

Bruce pondered for a while, he pursed his lips, obviously did not believe it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him, the young Batman was obviously too immature, he was too straightforward, impulsive, and unexpected as a result of.

And he seemed too impatient. The failure of the superhero career made his impatience even more serious. Obviously, he felt that if he could learn skills similar to mind reading from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals more easily. , instead of being pushed downstairs by several gang members, and fell to the ground in a daze.

He hadn't figured out at all what caused his failure.

Bruce came back from Schiller again without success. Schiller just told him, or even threatened him, that he had better study hard, finish all the courses, and get a good grade in the final exam.

And Bruce obviously didn't hear a word.

In the evening, Schiller went out again, he went to Jonathan's secret base again, and stole a lot of fear gas, and this time, no matter how stupid Jonathan was, he should be able to see that his two rows of test tubes were full. Less than half.

Schiller is not proficient in any chemical knowledge. He has no way to carry out any improvement and modification 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 gas to scare Batman.

Soon Schiller reappeared in the Mawson neighborhood. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce was such a person. Wherever he fell, he had to get up there. He never wanted to change places. his pride.

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

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

The first enemy who defeated Batman was obviously not a famous villain. They were just a group of gangsters who smoked upstairs in a nightclub. Batman used fighting skills to solve most of them, but he lacked actual combat experience. A handful of lime was sprinkled in the portrait's eyes, and then he stumbled downstairs.

The initial Batman had no assistants, and his equipment was immature. It was not surprising that the boat capsized in the gutter, but the gutter gang did not have such good luck for the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of the Mawson block for a while, and heard Frightened cries came from the nightclub, and soon the night was quiet, and a little gangster who no one would care about disappeared into Gotham just like that.

Batman walked out. Obviously, his condition was much better than last time. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward, turned a corner, he wanted to go to the beggar, and then give him some dollars, and told him that the water ditch gang had been solved by him, and he took the Money is no longer in danger.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again, she was still tightly wrapped in the quilt, shivering in the cold and humid air of Gotham night, 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 gangs 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 could not believe that, the beggar stared into his eyes with only hatred.

"Aren't you happy?" Batman asked.

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

"Because of the existence of the Shuigou Gang, there will be a steady stream of guests in that nightclub every day. Some guests will take food in their hands. When they have only a little left to eat, they will throw it away. On the side of the road, so beggars can pick them up and continue eating."

"But now without the Gutter Gang, the nightclub can't go on. If there are no guests, it means there is no food."

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

"Yeah, you have the best medical system in Gotham, you have a personal doctor, and you have a family health counselor. You haven't tried a few colds and fevers, and you don't even know that being frozen to the point where you can't stand up will be a disaster. What kind of feeling."

"In your imagination, he can go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, maybe find a hotel for a few nights, and then cure his disease..." Schiller dragged. a long tone, then:

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

Batman crouched down, he tore off the quilt beside the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs had been frozen blue and purple. It had been raining for several days in Gotham City, and her legs were soaked in the water and were already swollen.

Batman is well versed 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 did not hold in his hands, but let them fall on the ground at will, he felt an incredible absurdity, a shame that suffocated him.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions were irresistibly engulfing his heart, making him want to roar, Batman felt that he had never been so gaffe tonight, he stood up, staggered backwards and walked backwards After a few steps, he fell to the ground.

Obviously, a tragic story with an unexpected ending, and the negativity induced by a little bit of fear gas was enough to silence Bruce for a few days.

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