The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2454: Battle for the Cloak ()

Chapter 2454: Battle for the Cloak ()

Poison Ivy changed her position, adjusted her posture in the chair, looked at Schiller and asked: Where are we going next? "

"Of course, we are going to prepare a grand welcome ceremony for King Robin."

"You want to go in person?"

"Of course not. Not only can we not go there in person, but we must also try our best to hide and leave only the slightest clues."

Poison Ivy was even more confused. She felt that the professor in front of her was contradictory in his words and deeds. However, considering that she and he were now in the same boat, she had no choice but to ask, "If you want to hide it so hard, why leave any clues?"

"Of course it's to make him find me. Have you forgotten my ultimate goal?"

"Then why don't you just appear in front of him?"

Schiller sighed. Poison Ivy really didn't know how he could make that sigh contain one part disgust, two parts sorrow, three parts helplessness, and four parts patience.

"He came to Gotham with great excitement, only to find that the citizens he was supposed to have personally rescued were now lying on the ground like corpses. At this moment, I, who had completely ruined his fun, appeared in front of him. What do you think he would do?"

"Of course he wants to kill you."

"And you expect me to fight him?"

"But it's not like you can't beat him." Poison Ivy spread her hands and said, "Although I don't know what the mist you just turned into is, it looks very powerful. I don't think he is your opponent."

"I usually don't take this approach." Schiller shook his head and said, "First of all, this guy's background and whereabouts are unclear. Maybe I can kill him, but I may not be able to capture him completely."

"This guy is just a small soldier. The real mastermind sent him here not only to vent his anger but also to explore the way. I don't want him to know that I'm here. More importantly, I don't want him to know what I'm capable of."

Poison Ivy frowned, but finally agreed with this statement and said, "It is true that when the real culprit behind the scenes has not shown up, it is better to reveal as little information as possible. Otherwise, if you give up all your cards now, you will have no cards to play later."

"So I will set a trap and let him come to me." Schiller tapped his hand lightly on the armrest of the chair and said, "Provoke him first, then leave him some clues. When he follows the clues and finds me, the anger accumulated before and the joy of the upcoming victory will overwhelm his mind, making it easier for him to let down his guard."

"Will you set a trap there?"

"No, I am the trap itself." Schiller said: "From the show he performed on TV, he is not a cold-blooded killer who is targeting his target. Destruction is not his goal, but a process he enjoys. He needs his evil journey to be full of ups and downs. He needs others to pay attention to him. The attention of others is the poison that makes him addicted."

"But ordinary people are boring. They need a strong opponent to watch everything they do, to play games with them, to help them win, and to gain a sense of accomplishment and recognition. As long as you grasp their mentality, it won't be difficult to deal with them."

Poison Ivy opened her mouth, about to speak, but stopped herself. Finally, she turned the steering wheel and said, "I've heard this argument from a lunatic."

"Batman?"

"Although Batman is also crazy, don't you think there is someone crazier? Wait, why is Batman your first reaction?"

Schiller coughed twice and said nothing.

"I'm talking about the Joker. This is what Harley Quinn said about him. The Joker's desire for Batman's attention is his biggest weakness."

"To the point."

"Robin King is both Batman and the Joker," Schiller said. "It seems like a good thing, because he combines Batman's wisdom with the Joker's unscrupulousness, which makes him stronger. But in fact, he has a fatal weakness, which is that he has no playmates."

"Because of the Joker's existence, Batman is able to demonstrate his Dark Knight's nature of sticking to the bottom line. Because of Batman's existence, the Joker's shocking evil deeds are watched and judged. They influence each other's existence value."

"But if they become one, this mutual confirmation will no longer exist, and he will become miserable and empty, unable to find the meaning of life. This is why he comes to this universe Batman. He wants to know how the other party escapes from such a predicament."

"It does sound reasonable." Poison Ivy hesitated and said, "Is this your inference? Or just a guess?"

"This is the result of my analysis," Shiller said. "What seems very mysterious to you is, to me, as traceable as a mathematical formula. It is not a secret at all."

"It seems that you are also a talented lunatic."

"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am, but I need a little more practical help than compliments."

"what are you up to?"

"Go to Arkham Asylum. I need to talk to my old friends."

"What do you want to talk to them about?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

The car quickly drove to Arkham Asylum, and Poison Ivy and Schiller got out of the car. Poison Ivy noticed that Schiller took off his glasses before getting out of the car.

When Schiller was wearing glasses, Poison Ivy didn't pay attention to his eyes. Now she was curious about this action and glanced at Schiller's eyes unconsciously, but found that the pair of gray eyes were desolate and distracted, as if he could not see anything.

"What's wrong with you, Professor?"

"It's okay." Schiller turned his head and looked at Poison Ivy and smiled. Poison Ivy was stunned. This smile was very gentle. She looked completely unlike the serious professor before. What happened?

Poison Ivy felt something was wrong, but she only had a vague feeling and couldn't tell exactly why. But now she was in a bad condition and all her energy was focused on recovering her strength. She also had to hold an umbrella, fearing that the plants next to her would give her a sneak attack, so she didn't bother to ask.

After the two of them went in, Schiller went to find Scarecrow first. Of course, since the last time Scarecrow planned the fear gas and terrorist attacks, Batman of the Arkham Universe had locked him up in the most secure cell. However, after the final trial, Scarecrow still escaped because of his mental illness.

However, Bruce Wayne, who has become president, is not so easy to deal with. His identity has been made public anyway, and no one will say anything if you take the methods that Wayne would take against these criminals.

The exterior of Arkham Asylum has not been renovated, but the interior is drastically different. All the equipment in the wards has been replaced with the most advanced ones, and even the security is all performed by cold machines. This has also resulted in no criminal having successfully escaped from prison so far.

This provides great convenience for Schiller, because he can gather most of Gotham's villains at once without having to go to their lairs one by one.

Goodbye Scarecrow, Poison Ivy still had a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes. Of course, she still hated this damn psychopath who made her run around with that little lunatic Peter Parker all night, and in the end, she didn't end up well.

"Go in by yourself." Poison Ivy leaned against the wall with a hint of disgust and said, "It's not that I won't help you. If you want to talk to him about something, I will only ruin the atmosphere of the negotiation."

Schiller walked in without saying anything - of course he got a pass as soon as he entered here, and it was the one with the highest security level, and Poison Ivy was no longer surprised by this.

Schiller and Scarecrow's conversation was unexpectedly short, and the two walked out of the cell together. Scarecrow didn't even attack them and try to escape as soon as he came out. Instead, he shook hands with Schiller and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Professor. I think this will be a wonderful performance."

"Of course, Dr. Jonathan, see you later."

Poison Ivy looked at Scarecrow's back in surprise, then turned her gaze to Schiller and said, "What did you talk about with him?"

"Something that interests us both."

"for example?"

"Art and Batman," Schiller said. "Do you like theater? Do you have a favorite play?"

"I've read some Shakespeare, but I haven't read all of them." As they walked upstairs, Poison Ivy chatted idly, "There are some plots in all its tragedies and comedies that I'm impatient with. When I see that part, I fall asleep, every time, so I never know what the complete plot is."

“Maybe this is also a way of watching.” Schiller said: “It is also a unique interest to test whether I can persist next time.”

"I find you more and more strange. You seem to have become a different person." Poison Ivy said, "Your speaking style is completely different from before. It doesn't seem like your mood has suddenly improved and your words have become gentler. I thought you would at least bring up the topic of the students who sleep in class."

"Relax, I sleep in class too." Schiller shrugged and said, "As long as I can pass the exam, it doesn't matter what method I use."

Poison Ivy always felt that he had some hidden meaning, but his words were very ordinary, as if everyone who had attended college could say them, and there was really nothing wrong with them.

Schiller then went to the wards of criminals such as Mr. Freeze, Professor Pig-face, and Clayface. What surprised Poison Ivy was that Schiller had a very pleasant conversation with them. Even when these criminals were annoyed and irritable due to the strict security measures, he was able to comfort them well and even asked them to say goodbye politely after they came out.

"What kind of magic potion did you give them?" Poison Ivy looked at Bane's departing figure in confusion. She knew that this big guy had no emotions at all. What kind of promise could move him?

Schiller shook his head, his tone a little softer than Poison Ivy had ever heard before.

"If they were people who cared about their own interests, they wouldn't be here. After all, who would benefit from going to jail?"

"Then how did you convince them?"

"It's still the same answer. How did they get here?"

"That's a no-brainer." Poison Ivy answered instinctively, "Of course Batman captured them."

"Then why did Batman capture them?"

"Because they committed crimes, of course."

"Then why do they commit crimes?"

"That's hard to say." Poison Ivy rolled her eyes and said, "Because they are crazy."

Schiller shook his head again and said, "I think people often say you are crazy. Do you think you are crazy?"

"Of course I'm not."

"If the murderer who contaminated these plants now appeared in front of you, what would you do?"

"I'll chop him up and feed him to the flowers."

Schiller stared at Poison Ivy, who looked away.

"All the criminals here are like this. They have what they want, but their crazy logic is incomprehensible to ordinary people. So their crazy behavior is illogical in the eyes of people, and that's why they are called crazy."

"But in fact, this is not the case," Schiller said. "They have their own desires and the means to achieve their desires. They need help on the way to achieving their desires. If someone can see their desires and is willing to help them, they will naturally be willing to cooperate."

"Just tell me straight." Poison Ivy pressed her temple and said, "Don't beat around the bush. I have a headache."

"Do you think they really want Batman dead?"

"Probably. After all, it was Batman who locked them up here."

"On the contrary, it is precisely because Batman has used so many means to lock them up here that they will never let Batman die in the hands of others."

Poison Ivy seemed to understand a little bit. She said, "If the madman who polluted the plants appeared in front of me, and someone else wanted to kill him, I would definitely kill that person first, because only I am qualified to judge him, and only I can avenge him on behalf of the plants."

"That's right, ma'am. If the man who killed Batman still brazenly talks about ascending the throne of Gotham, and I happen to have a wonderful welcome drama here that requires each of them to play an important role in it and turn this revenge into a performance presented to Batman, what do you think they will do?"

Poison Ivy stared into Schiller's eyes, and she suddenly discovered that when Schiller's brows drooped, his eyes became gentler, more elegant, and a little melancholy.

If Poison Ivy had to describe this temperament, she would say he looked like an artist with a compassionate heart.

(End of this chapter)