Chapter 794: Deadly Joke (Twenty-One)

In the end, Bruce did not choose to go back to Selina's newly rented house with her, because he felt that if he stayed any longer, even if he would not go into shock due to gastroenteritis, he might go into shock due to high blood pressure.

When he was dating Selina, Bruce had imagined several times what kind of environment she lived in and what kind of growth experience could shape her such a charming personality?

At that time, Bruce did not have a clear concept of the East District. He had sympathy for everyone here, including Catwoman.

Then when he came here, he realized that he was the one who needed sympathy, and Selina lived very well here.

She was like a fish swimming in a shallow bay. Every grain and stone in this small pond could not escape her eyes. Where to rent a house, how to take a ride, how to find a job, how to buy things... These things that Bruce needed to spend time to slowly explore seemed unusually easy to her.

Of course, this was because Bruce had only been here for less than two months, and Selina had been here for 20 years, but men always had extra self-esteem when facing women, especially when facing their girlfriends.

Moreover, the truths Selina told him made him realize that he was really cheated, but at the same time, it also made him feel confused.

He didn't hear any cries for help here, and no one complained to him about how miserable life was here.

If other strangers were because they couldn't show weakness to others, Bruce recalled that Selina, who was very close to him, had never said a bad word about the slums.

This was actually incredible, because Selina was a lucky girl who had moved from the slums to the upper class. Since she fell in love with Bruce, she had been to all the high-end restaurants in Gotham and even the entire East Coast. Every time she went out, she stayed in the most upscale hotels, with cars picking her up and dropping her off, and servants and security guards never left her side.

She was like a real socialite of noble birth, who had seen the prosperity of the world full of material desires. Bruce had imagined listening to the fragile part of Selina's heart and her unbearable past. He also wondered if Selina's alienation from him was because she realized the difference in their class.

But today, Bruce found that Selina had never felt inferior because of his background. After enjoying the most luxurious life in the world, she could still live well in the slums.

This is actually very strange, isn't it? Bruce thought that people struggled all their lives just to strive for the top and create a better living environment for themselves, and it was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After living in Wayne Manor, even the best house in the living hell looked like a shabby shed.

But Selina didn't hate it at all. She had no intention of letting Bruce Wayne take her away. Bruce even had an illusion that Selina seemed to like life here more.

What is there to like here?

This question made Bruce feel confused, because his experience here was very rough, so he felt that the people here should be like hell.

But the fact is that when he regained a slightly more objective mentality and was no longer controlled by emotions, he found that the people here were not actually negative, and even to some extent, they could be called optimistic.

The smile they showed might not be a bitter smile, but a smile from the heart.

This once again shook Bruce's view. He felt that he would still struggle with this problem for a long time, and he had to stay here to find a real answer.

But soon, he had new troubles.

After Constantine, Gordon, Harvey, Alfred and Selina, a person who should have found this place faster finally found it, that is Schiller.

It was a night when Bruce was still wandering. Schiller received a call in his sleep. The caller was Victor.

Victor's first words were: "Schiller, I want to tell you a news, but you must not be angry, really, calm down, don't be angry..."

At that time, Schiller was just about to fall asleep, and being woken up by the phone made him a little angry, but because it was Victor who called, he could bear it, but then, the news Victor said made Schiller a little furious.

Victor told him that his former proud student Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman, missed classes for a month in a row after Schiller relaxed his requirements, and missed the first round of internships.

I believe that people who have been teachers, parents, and even older brothers and sisters understand that the most annoying thing is that you thought this naughty child had improved a little and finally understood something, but he turned around and made a bigger mess for you.

Even at Gotham University, missing classes for a month is a big deal. If there are students other than Bruce who have missed classes for a month, the teacher can almost write a death certificate for him with his eyes closed, but the one who missed classes for a month was Batman.

Although Schiller really wants to write a death certificate for him now, his reason tells him that Batman is unlikely to die, and he will not die for a full month.

Although Schiller doesn't want to admit it, Batman has made a lot of progress. In addition to his previous fighting skills and invention ability, he has also improved a little bit in dealing with people and emotional intelligence.

And the external environment of Gotham has become a little more peaceful because of Schiller's various interferences. Everyone is busy making money, and no one cares about Batman.

Given the right time, place, and right people, the possibility of Batman dying is really small. So since he didn't die, why didn't he go to class?

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With such questions, Schiller found the extremely haggard Bruce in the East End.

The moment he saw him, Schiller felt that he might have seen it wrong, and specifically asked Gray Fog to adjust his visual cells to ensure that he was not hallucinating.

When Schiller and Bruce met on the street, Bruce was wearing a gray coat, the legs of his trousers were full of mud spots, his rain boots were of different colors, and the umbrella he was holding had a broken rib. Three.

What's even more peculiar is his current appearance, with a full face of beard, medium-long hair that almost touches his shoulders, sunken cheeks, and a large burn scar from the side of his neck to his cheekbone. There are traces of corrosion from chemical dyes all over his face.

Looking at this image, Schiller almost shouted "Joker", until he used spiritual vision, he was sure that this was Bruce, Bruce Wayne, a man who was called Batman more than a month ago.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Schiller speculated that Bruce might have done something, but faced with such a Bruce, Schiller still didn't know what to say.

He stood there for at least two minutes before he walked in front of Bruce. He tapped his umbrella on the ground in front of Bruce's feet and said:

"Otherwise, you should go back and write your paper."

Bruce was also stunned. He didn't expect that the first words the professor would say after not seeing each other for less than two months would be these words.

Bruce never expected to hear anything kind from Schiller. This professor hated everyone in the world equally.

The logic of his language is based on the fact that everyone owes him eighteen million, and his language style is to equally break the defense of everyone who speaks to him, and no one is exempt from vulgarity.

Bruce was sure that this was the gentlest sentence he had ever heard since he met Schiller. He didn't even mention skipping classes and not turning in homework.

Schiller sighed and said: "No matter how you got yourself like this, no matter what you are struggling with now, you can always go back to school to study. It is a good place for everyone. , and you, Batman."

"Thank you, but I don't want to go back." When Bruce said this, he felt his ears ringing.

"Then where do you want to go?" Schiller asked with a frown.

"I want to stay here, stay in the ghetto, live here."

Schiller took a look at the surrounding environment. This is a very chaotic street in the East District. Until now, heads are still peeking out of the dark alleys, with greedy eyes aimed at every living thing here.

"Why do you want to stay here?" Schiller asked again.

"Because I want to know what it's like to live in the slums." Bruce answered very straightforwardly again. This style was concise and precise and completely unlike him.

"Slum life?" Schiller frowned and showed a puzzled expression, but Bruce took the initiative and said:

"Professor, have you ever lived in a slum? Do you know what life is like here?"

Schiller paused and began to rummage in the archives of his thinking tower.

He was sure that he had never lived in any slum. In his previous life, he had studied step by step and had never left a big city since graduation. Although the overall conditions were not good at that time, it certainly could not be called a slum.

After coming to the two worlds here, the DC world, Schiller has been living at Gotham University, and then bought a manor. These two places are far away from the so-called slums, and the closest he came to the slums was Live in Hell's Kitchen in Marvel's New York City.

But in fact, it cannot be regarded as a slum. It is more like a gang gathering place. It is just that the security is poor, but the living conditions are not bad.

Indeed, it was once one of the most famous slums in Manhattan, but that was a long time ago, now. Hell's Kitchen is very close to the business district of Manhattan, and the round-trip commute only takes a few dozen minutes. It can be said to be a prime location. Even Stark can no longer call it a slum.

And now it is 1990. Even on the relatively wealthy East Coast, there are many slums. The slums in Gotham can be said to be mainly anti-customer. Other cities are mostly normal areas, and the slums are pendants. But in Gotham, Normal areas and rich areas are the pendants.

"What do you want to say?" Schiller looked at Bruce and asked.

"Do you know how difficult it is to live in the slums?" Bruce asked. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a very puzzled expression on the face of the professor opposite, and then he heard Schiller using a very puzzled expression. Ask in tone:

"Is it difficult to live in a slum? What's so difficult about it?"

Then, under Schiller's shocked gaze, Bruce showed an extremely stiff smile. Although the smile was very shallow and looked like crying, he still smiled.

The somewhat stiff expression disappeared in a flash, and Schiller slowly opened his mouth and said: "I'm not worried about the slums. I'm more worried about your mental state now..."

"But I'm going to stay here and I'm not going anywhere." Bruce said, "If you want to treat me, you have to stay here."

Schiller pursed his lips and said, "You mean, you don't want to go to class, and you want to drag me to skip class, aren't you a little too much, Bruce?"

"Besides, what's so difficult about living in the slums? Can it be harder than writing a thesis? You've almost finished revising your thesis, and you can't handle the slums?"

Bruce looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Are you going to try?"

Schiller was really confused, and he said, "You're not serious, are you? Do you really think that living in a place like this is harder than living in the upper class?"

Then he sighed and said, "Well, most students go to internship anyway, so I'll stay here for a while."