Chapter 1454: Bats Leaving the Nest (Part 2)

When Bruce woke up again, he was still lying on the bed, but the bed under him was much softer than the operating bed. When he saw the patterns on the floor, he knew that he should be in Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. When he dispelled the hallucinations in front of him, he saw Schiller sitting next to him.

That must still be morbid, because he was wearing a dark red three-piece Prince Check suit and a blue and gold paisley tie. He was leaning on a chair and squinting his eyes, as if he was taking a nap.

Behind Schiller, on the sofa in the reception area of ​​the office, Diana and Hal seemed to be encouraging Clark to spoil Schiller's expensive cigars, or in other words, the two of them were spoiling Schiller's expensive cigars, and then persuaded Clark to take the blame.

What Bruce didn't expect was that Amanda stood in front of his bed with her arms folded. She was also the first person to notice that Bruce woke up.

Amanda stared at Bruce speechlessly. When she saw Bruce's eyes falling on her, she took one foot to change her body's center of gravity. She opened her mouth but stopped talking, and glanced at Bruce and Xi. Le, then said.

"Listen, I don't care what the relationship between you two is, I just want to know why the hell did you have to cause such a mess in my prison?! Twice! "

"Language." Schiller reminded as he slowly opened his eyes.

Amanda took a deep breath, then spit it out, still holding her arms, standing still and saying: "I'm sorry, Professor, I just want to know who can be responsible for this, it shouldn't be me, right? !”

"Elliot." Bruce blinked out a name at regular intervals, and Amanda frowned.

"Elliott escaped the FBI's pursuit." Bruce's voice was very dry and weak. He continued: "He met the farmer's family on the way to escape and killed all of them except Little girl Belika.”

"He always wanted to obtain the identity of Bruce Wayne, so he kidnapped Belica and forced me to exchange identities with him. In order to save Belica, I had no choice."

Amanda was stunned for a moment, then said: "I do know that Elliot is a big fan of yours and even had plastic surgery to look like you. Did he have a premeditated plan?"

"Maybe so."

A look of anger immediately appeared on Amanda's face, and she gritted her teeth and said: "This damn cunning serial killer! You actually fell into his trap?!...Forget it, where is he now? I will make him look good. of!"

"I told you, he took over Bruce Wayne's identity. How do you arrest a Wayne in Gotham?" Bruce said intermittently.

Amanda frowned and said, "But you are here, you can accuse him, and then the FBI can arrest him. If the FBI can't get in, then you and your friends will catch him first, Then hand him over to the police.”

"Here's the thing, how do I prove that I'm really Wayne?"

"Your teachers and your friends..."

"How are they going to prove it?"

Amanda was choked and speechless, then she spread her hands and said: "His disguise can't be so perfect, right? There will always be flaws."

Schiller sat there, silently watching the conversation between the two of them. He did not prompt Amanda, because Amanda was not that stupid.

"Oh, I remembered it." Amanda said suddenly, "That little girl can testify for you. She heard everything Elliot said to you when she was kidnapped. She will be the best witness."

"Sorry, Professor, can I borrow your phone?"

Schiller made a gesture of invitation, and Amanda quickly walked to the phone in the office on high heels and said to the other side: "In the name of the FBI, we are summoning the survivors of the last episode of the Bandage Murderer. The little girl named Belika, provide her with witness protection!”

"Yes, Elliott made a big deal. He blackmailed Bruce Wayne into exchanging identities with him, and he also attacked other prisoners in my prison... Contact Lawyer Edgar for me, he's finished! "

After speaking, Amanda hurried out of the door.

At this time, Diana, Clark and Hal had already walked to Bruce's bed. Schiller sat on a chair, looked up at them, smiled and said, "I said this was another accident. What will you do?" Do you believe it?”

The three of them crossed their arms one after another. Diana was the first to stroke her hair with her hand and said, "It's much better than last time, Professor. At least this time, Bruce is the only one lying down."

"It wasn't him." Bruce said as he lay on the bed and hugged the pillow.

"I just want to know, if that dress we made you can't even withstand a scalpel, what's the point of it?" Hal asked, not in a good tone.

"I appreciate the kindness," Bruce replied.

"Bruce." Clark sat directly on the bed where Bruce was and called his name. Schiller's eyes fell on his moisture-stained jeans, but he quickly left again.

"We plan to set up an organization to respond to emergencies and protect the earth and the universe. What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good."

Clark was stunned for a moment. He looked at Bruce and said, "Shouldn't you say something like 'I want to protect Gotham'?"

"So you were planning to let me join?"

"Of course, you are the soul!" Clark said, raising his voice.

"But the premise is that you have to promise that you will never have such academic exchanges with your professor again." Diana interrupted Clark. She looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Well, we actually just want to find something for you. Wouldn’t it be nice to do something else while in the metropolis?”

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"It won't be good if you go back to Gotham!" Hal moved a chair for himself, sat down on the other side of the bed, and curled his lips.

"I can join, but I won't leave Gotham."

Clark still wanted to persuade him, but Bruce said before him: "It has nothing to do with Schiller. Have you forgotten that I still have children, and Elsa will go to elementary school next year."

This reason made the three of them unable to refute, but Clark still said: "No one here wants to kidnap you. We don't have to get you out of Gotham to give ourselves psychological comfort, but..."

"But I have to make sure not to get hurt every three days." Bruce's tone was sleepy. His code hadn't been cleaned up yet, so the hallucination hadn't disappeared, so he said very straightforwardly: "On a normal day I can guarantee that, but you know who will bring surprises.”

The three people's eyes all fell on Schiller.

Schiller crossed his fingers together in front of him and turned to look at Bruce, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Gentlemen and ladies, let's talk here." Schiller stood up and invited the three of them to the sofa in the reception area. He glanced at the messy cigar box, sighed softly, and cleared the table. explain.

"This will be over for now."

"What?"

"That's the kind of situation you don't want to see." Schiller took a piece of paper and used it to scoop up the scattered tobacco leaves on the table, and then said: "The frequent academic exchange meetings between Bruce and I have come to an end for the time being."

"what happened?"

"He graduated and achieved outstanding graduate results." Schiller threw the tobacco leaves into the trash can and said: "He has emerged from the cocoon, and many of the next things are beyond my control."

Schiller raised his eyes and looked at the three of them and said: "The universe is vast, but it is also accompanied by dangers. I agree with you forming an alliance to support and help each other, but I hope you understand that no one is fully responsible for this, including Every single one of you, and Bruce.”

"Maybe," Clark said.

"Of course you don't have to give me a definite answer, but the current situation has made you understand that Bruce's home is in Gotham, and he can always escape from any other place."

"If one day he comes back, I won't be afraid to spare some time during academic exchanges with him and ask what happened. This is a teacher's necessary concern for his students. I think you can understand ,Is it right?"

Hal swallowed, clasped his hands, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Even if there is no such concern, we will protect him as much as possible. We all believe that his brain is a treasure of human civilization."

"If possible, we would also prefer him to stay in Gotham." Diana frowned and said, "In addition to his home being here, you are also here, and this treasure will be safe."

"Of course he will."

"Then that's it." Clark said with his hands on his face: "We may call him in various places, and he will provide us with intellectual support and logistical support."

"That's what he's doing," Schiller said, putting the cigar box away.

Diana nodded and said: "When all of us have special abilities, it is unreasonable and inhumane to let an ordinary person charge forward. These are enough."

"Don't discuss the name of this alliance with me. I have no interest in the position of consultant." Schiller directly interrupted what Clark was going to say next and said: "Every generation has its savior, and I have mine." There’s work to be done, and I don’t have any experience to impart to you, it’s all up to Batman.”

After speaking, Schiller stood up, walked to the bookshelf and placed his expensive cigars on the highest place. Clark touched his nose awkwardly and explained: "I have never seen this thing, so I took it apart." Look, I will compensate.”

"I appreciate the kindness."

The other three people looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. Their teachers and students were really carved out of the same mold.

After the others left, Bruce got up from the bed. The newly sutured wound did not affect his mobility at all. Schiller stood in front of the shelf and looked back at him and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Make it worth your while."

"Am I used to paying first, or are you still afraid that I really plan to pay?" Schiller looked at him with a smile.

Bruce sat by the bed, and Schiller walked up to him, took out a dagger from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Bruce.

Schiller lowered his head to unbutton his suit, then took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair next to him.

Bruce looked up at him and caught his eye.

"Do you know where to put the knife in and reach the heart the fastest?"

"Under the ribs, through the stomach."

"The theory is good, but what about practice?"

"Are you going to let me test the knife on you?"

"I'm not your professor. Gray fog can fix everything." Schiller adjusted the position of his tie, and said in a slightly lower tone: "More importantly, only if you can really kill me, I will believe that you can kill anyone... This is a memorable moment, and I should have my medal."

"Puff."

Without Schiller's reaction, the dagger penetrated straight along his ribs. His body leaned forward, and Bruce stretched out his hand to support him. It looked more like a hug.

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and Clark roared: "I knew these two lunatics would never stop!

Stop!

!"

Bruce turned his head to look at them. He hugged Schiller and slightly exerted force on the dagger in his hand. With a light "swish", the tip of the knife went straight into the heart.

The three were stunned.