amaotonovel Chapter 2439 The Weird Bat Family (9)
Chapter 2439 The Weird Bat Family (9)
Chapter 2439: The Weird Bat Family (XIX)
Sky Island Gotham is like an isolated island, falling on the edge of the sunset, wandering between the arcs of the sun, becoming brilliant, like a temple looming in the clouds.
The unrepaired ruins in the city bring a sense of desolate beauty, while the countless rumbling machines bring unprecedented vitality.
An agile figure squatted on the top of the tallest tower crane, looking at the setting sun gradually sinking into the sea. Catwoman's smooth body lines made her look like a silhouette in a painting.
Another figure jumped onto the tower crane. Catwoman turned around and saw Batman. She flicked her whip and jumped down from a height like a cat flicking its tail. Batman followed closely behind her, his cloak leaving a long trail in the golden light where the sea and sky met.
The sun gradually sank below the sea, and the remaining light was like an old, powerless hand that ultimately failed to catch the fireflies wandering in the light, and gradually lost its color and heat.
Batman walked into Wayne Manor at the tail end of a night rain. The children were all asleep, and only the light in the study was still on.
After washing up and changing into pajamas, Batman knocked on the study door and walked in to find Schiller working at his desk.
Batman sat down by the window closest to the fireplace. Schiller looked up as he wrote and said, "Looks like today is still not going well?"
Batman lowered his eyes and stared at the flames in the fireplace sleepily, and nodded silently, not knowing whether Schiller had time to look at him or was just pinning his hopes on the unclear but superb psychoanalysis.
Schiller paused, then continued to write smoothly, still staring at the paper, and said, "Even if you come to me, it will be difficult for me to give you this kind of consultation, because it may not be fair to the lady and it is also against professional ethics."
"What makes you think I have such a purpose?"
"You have the temperament of a lost dog."
Batman, who was slumped on the sofa, slid down again, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and his chest rose and fell steadily.
"That's not very polite, Doc. I'm just a little tired and need to rest."
"Either I don't know you're Batman and I know nothing about you, or I'm an idiot with no understanding of psychology to believe this - playing a stray dog won't change my mind."
Batman slid up again, pressed the inner corner of one eye with the tip of his finger, and said, "Is it not possible for Batman to fail in love?"
"Of course it's possible, especially when the opponent is a cat, but this is not a reason for you to see a psychiatrist. A cat will never worry you more than the destruction of the universe."
"I'm equally worried about them," Batman replied. "In that case, Doctor, you should understand how much risk I'm taking - I know full well that you came here during the final semester of Gotham University, and there are countless hymns waiting for you to read in your mailbox."
Schiller paused and said, "From the perspective of academic value, those things are indeed closer to poetry than papers. Thank you for coming to remind me when I was using work to avoid this."
Schiller finally put down his pen and turned to look at Batman, crossed one leg over the other, folded his hands in his lap, and said, "What exactly do you want to ask?"
“Maybe it’s your love history?”
Schiller raised his eyelids, and his expression expressed his shock at the topic, but Batman had no intention of giving up. He said: "I think this is a good topic for small talk, especially at this stage of my life. As a friend, shouldn't you talk about your experience?"
"You have a rather impolite idea in your head - no, no ignorant schoolgirls... no, no gorgeous and dangerous secret agents... Female detectives? British princesses? Have you been watching too much Sherlock Holmes?"
"Many professors I know have at least one experience with their students..."
"A 'romantic' love story that takes place on the eve of the final exam, with hundreds of letters or emails exchanging words, but still ends up with a tragic failing grade?"
Batman curled his lips, obviously regretting that his arrow missed the target, and at the same time slightly disgusted by the overly realistic description.
"So the agent..."
Schiller turned back and began to reorganize his notes. He said, "Where are these agents? Do they want to know the hopeless future of this country in advance from the contents of the emails in my mailbox?"
Batman sighed and continued to try: "Your living habits are similar to those of the British, so..."
"Because the lifestyle in the United States in the 80s was similar to that in the United Kingdom, did every one of them have to fall in love with a British princess?" Schiller shook his head.
"But there will always be a period..." Batman put his thumb on his chin and said, "There is no way you will not have suitors, Doctor, there is no way."
Schiller paused again, and said, "I have every reason to suspect that you have peeked into my mailbox... It is true that some of the ladies' hymns are too intense. If they can be half as enthusiastic about their papers, there will be hope for the future of this country... But I would still recommend them to see a psychiatrist."
Batman frowned and narrowed his eyes, looking very disapproving of this rather ungentlemanly behavior, but he said anyway, "Talk about suitors, Doc."
"You talk first."
"It's lackluster, they're going for Bruce Wayne, not Batman."
"The Robins are going to be very sad about this conclusion."
"If the definition of a pursuer is so broad..."
"I have absolutely no intention of expanding the subject. Please continue."
"Beauty, wealth, and status, that's all. Anything more would be too cliché." Batman stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and searched the display shelves with his eyes.
"Don't you think this is cheesy stuff?"
"If you are not constrained by the above conditions, then you do have a greater chance than ordinary people to pursue pure romance, right?"
Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Batman's back with surprise. He seemed to have found one of the reasons why Batman was invincible in this regard - "purity" is the end point of emotional pursuit.
"And Catwoman?" Schiller asked.
"She's so cliché." Batman was obviously unable to hold it in anymore and said with a hint of complaint.
"Materialism?"
“More primitive.”
"A cult of violence?"
“More original.”
"...Sexual pleasure? She just wants to sleep with you?"
Batman nodded helplessly.
Schiller swore that he really couldn't help it. He recalled the moments of human wisdom and charm in the mailbox hundreds of times in his mind, but he couldn't stop smiling.
"So..." Batman asked tentatively.
"You're worried that she'll completely lose interest in you after you sleep with her, but you're also worried that if you don't sleep with her, the only sexual attraction you currently have will gradually disappear?"
Batman mentally applauded this accurate summary, but only nodded implicitly.
Schiller paused to think for a moment, and with an unusual hesitation in his tone, he said, "If she was attracted to your appearance, to Bruce Wayne's face, then you would have 'ran into' her at a party a long time ago. This lady would have succeeded by her charm."
"If not, then it means that what she likes is not Bruce Wayne, not his appearance and figure, but Batman."
Batman paused while pouring the wine. He heard Schiller continue, "The significant difference between the two of you is your status and your clothing style."
"Bruce is a wealthy man, and Batman is a vigilante. Bruce wears a suit and tie, and Batman never leaves his uniform. So please allow me to make this guess - Catwoman has a special career orientation in choosing a partner?"
"police?"
"Considering that she is a thief, and a thief mainly for a hobby, it is not difficult to understand."
"Then why not just a regular police officer?"
"What ordinary policeman can catch up with her?"
Batman was speechless.
He placed the glass across from Schiller's desk and said, "In that case, any suggestions?"
"I guess you were chasing her, but you didn't really try to catch her."
"Because she hadn't committed any crime at the time, no one could arrest her. Even if she stole something, she would return it. With the excuse of kleptomania, the jury usually wouldn't pursue it too much, and Gordon couldn't prosecute her and put her in jail."
"But you can catch him in the act."
Batman took a sip of his drink, looked up and said, "What do you mean?"
"No reason." Schiller reached for the wine glass and said, "Every choice has a reason, which is the style of the behavioral school, and I always 'channel'."
"You're just trying to avoid associating the answer with experience..." Batman showed a skeptical look and said, "Is your love history really that shocking? You can't reveal anything at all?"
Schiller shook his head and drank, and Batman kept staring at him.
"I'm a psychopath."
"You have your own Harley Quinn? A colleague? A nurse? An intern?"
“My mental state is always not very good.”
"An innocent bystander you've hurt? A female police officer who was brave enough to help? One of a couple who happened to be tumbling down the stairs and saw them arguing?"
"You should write romance novels." Schiller put down his glass and turned away.
"Okay, but you have to tell me why you can't tell me."
"For legal, ethical and scientific reasons..."
“Is it law, morality or science?”
"For legal, moral and scientific reasons at the same time!" Schiller could only emphasize his tone and say, "It's more like an accident than a love story. What you want to hear is actually closer to a closing statement, a moral ghost story and a forensic report!"
Batman narrowed his eyes.
"Do you have any special fetishes, Doctor?"
"It's very, very, very special," Schiller said, taking a sip of his wine.
"How special?"
"Only God knows."
Batman showed a look of disapproval, but still intended to continue asking questions. However, Schiller seemed unable to tolerate Batman who knew nothing about this, so he put down his glass and stood up.
"Where are you going, Doc?"
"Go check the mail."
Batman stretched his neck and shouted, "Are you going to finish your drink before leaving?"
"..."
After Schiller had completely left, Batman leisurely walked to the desk and began to look through the notes Schiller had left behind, using his intelligent brain to absorb the condensed psychological knowledge.
"Final exam? What a simple word."
(End of this chapter)