mtl008 Chapter 2252 Jincheng comes late in autumn (42)
Chapter 2252 Jincheng comes late in autumn (42)
Chapter 2252: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Part )
In the reception room, Schiller and Batman sat on two single sofas respectively. Schiller poured Batman a glass of whiskey that had just been opened. Batman looked at the golden liquor and said, "I didn't expect you would like whiskey."
"It's from Alberto." Schiller shook the glass and said, "It's more for viewing than for taste. This wine is too strong."
"How are you lately?"
"Not bad, but it looks like you've got some problems, family-related."
"You are still so professional, Doctor, but I can't say anything about the specific situation. Everything is too noisy and confusing."
"You know that's not the case. It's just that your Batcave has been quiet all year round, so you can't get used to the bustle of Wayne Manor right now."
"Maybe." Batman took a sip of the wine. The ice melted very slowly, so it was almost puree, which even broke through his expression that had remained motionless for thousands of years.
"I told you this was strong," Schiller said with a smile, swirling his glass without taking a sip.
"Why would you want to hold a party like this?" Batman asked.
"It seems like you don't have the energy to beat around the bush." Schiller changed the subject first, and when Batman frowned slightly, he said, "Recently, Gotham here is going to hold a grand event, but it's not a traditional celebration. It's too noisy and chaotic for our generation."
"Let me guess: rock, rap, postmodern art exhibitions, and nudism?"
Schiller laughed again, at the precise and metaphorical description of Batman, and put down his glass before continuing, "That's about it."
"Teens often don't understand why we shy away from the kinds of binges they are so addicted to."
"Because we are all used to being alone."
"It's quiet. There are always some things in life that don't need to be changed. It's not that just because it's good from a legal, moral, or emotional point of view, you have to devote yourself to it."
"Even if it drives you further and further off track?"
"Society is a track, but life is not. If you want, you can jump out of it at any time, as long as you can afford the price. For you, is loneliness a real enjoyment, or is it a price you are willing to pay for something?"
"What about you?"
Schiller picked up the wine glass, put the rim of the glass to his lower lip, and after thinking for a while, he said, "In fact, I don't enjoy loneliness, but I need it. Being in a noisy environment for a long time will dull my senses. Now you know another weakness of mine."
"You want to be an ordinary person, but your talent allows you to perceive too many things that others cannot perceive when living in society, so you naturally feel it is more noisy."
"So I see solitude as a kind of relaxation, a rare quiet time."
"What about the other way around?"
"You hope to use the hustle and bustle as a change. In this way, you really enjoy solitude. But if you withdraw yourself from it for too long, perhaps one day you will not regard the hustle and bustle as a time to relax, but rather as a burden and trouble."
“You have to be good at grasping the scale.”
"Accept the test."
“Maintain balance.”
The cups made a crisp sound when they collided with each other. Schiller withdrew his hand and said, "I have no doubt that you will never fall into the abyss of depression due to loneliness, but enjoyment and efficiency are often in conflict. You are destined to give up something."
"If it's just for me, I won't give up anything, but if what I give up is something I enjoy and the kids can relate to, then I'll consider it."
"It seems that you don't know whether the children need your company."
"They are all too old, each one is strong, independent, and has their own ideas. They should have flown out long ago."
"But you can't just kick them off the cliff before they're ready to spread their wings."
"I never tried to do that."
"You went to the other extreme. You kept them in the nest. When they wanted to fly out due to rebellion and curiosity, they always realized the danger of excessiveness through you."
"The world out there is really dangerous."
"This makes them start looking for cracks in your wings and sneak out in a rebellious manner. In this case, the world becomes ten times more dangerous."
"I've given them plenty of practice in flying."
"But you don't let them take part in your flying."
“That’s very dangerous.”
"It's ten times more dangerous to leave them in their nest and let them sneak out."
Batman had to pick up the glass and take another sip of wine, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I've never been able to defeat you in words, Doctor. This is not my specialty."
"That's not my specialty. If they feel they've been defeated, it proves that my words pointed out their failure."
“Too sharp.”
Schiller swirled his glass, listened to the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the glass, and said: "Maybe you should start flying formation training, but don't fly high above them, but join their flight and become the leader of the team."
"There is no evidence that they no longer need my protection."
"But there's a lot of evidence that you need them to love you."
Batman was silent again.
"That's the only way. If they love you like a strict father, you will never be able to tell whether they are fearing you out of patriarchy or returning your love to you out of fatherly love."
Schiller put down his glass, leaned forward, looked into Batman's eyes and said, "Batman is the only person in this world who I believe will not be the kind of person who gets pleasure from control and manipulation by exercising paternal authority. Everyone else has that to a greater or lesser extent."
"I believe you are also suffering in this process, because you have controlled too many things in your life that you should not control. You have gained more power than you should bear, but you cannot refuse to take responsibility like ordinary people."
"So even if you have one more power, you won't feel happy about it like ordinary people do. You will just numbly and passively accept and use it, silently bearing all the consequences. You will never feel happy about it, and all your actions are driven by inertia."
"Do you think I should jump out?"
"You've already jumped out, and that's the root of your discomfort. It's you who's controlling your children and exercising power. It's always a feeling of emptiness when you lose power."
"But you said I didn't enjoy that right."
"But even if you pull out the nail in your flesh, the wound will still hurt for a while. You can only adapt to it as much as possible."
Schiller picked up the glass again and said, "You think the excitement in Wayne Manor should be a beneficial adjustment for you, but you don't know how to join them without using certain powers. This is too new to you and you have no experience."
"Because of your wisdom and strength, you are naturally given power and corresponding responsibilities when you join certain groups. You have not yet learned how to be a person without responsibilities. In short, you have not learned how to enjoy life."
"You seem to be good at this."
"Because I have no morals." Schiller smiled and shook his head and said, "I can be more thorough than ordinary people in wanting power and abandoning responsibility."
"And the same with your students?"
Schiller was silent.
"You have your own morals," Batman said. "Although they are different from social morals, they obviously overlap in some aspects. I don't need any more weaknesses from you."
Schiller took a sip of his wine.
"You think I should try to teach them more," Batman said, "using a more equal attitude to guide them in a closer way, but the problem is that Thomas and Martha hate Batman."
"You want to teach them to be Batman?"
"One of them will be, but not all of them. I think it is necessary to teach them some basic skills."
"The basic skills for you may be what ordinary people learn in their lifetime... Never mind, then maybe you can try to paralyze them."
Schiller thought for a moment and said, "In terms of knowledge, academic level, and language ability, which teacher can compare to you?"
“But I’m not good at teaching.”
“There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to enjoy something, you must pay a price. This is what I mean when I say that enjoyment and efficiency must conflict.”
"If you want to enjoy the excitement in Wayne Manor to a certain extent, you must spend time and energy to learn how to be a good teacher that they can accept."
Batman was silent and thought.
"Again, will they need this?"
"No matter how much you give, it's never too much." Schiller said, "This is how love works. A person needs an infinite sense of security in his life, and no matter how much you give, there will never be an end."
“You may not be as important as you think, but no tree grows tall without an extra root.”
Batman let out a long sigh, he stood up and said: "Thank you, Doctor. I came here in a hurry this time and didn't bring any decent gifts, but there is one thing I must tell you."
"what?"
"There have been several plant murders in Gotham where I live. After Gordon and I investigated, we found that these are most likely supernatural events. The victims have one thing in common - they are all fanatical fans of a certain type of nocturnal bird."
Schiller smiled knowingly and said, "Since this is a supernatural incident, it should naturally be handed over to the mysterious world to solve. Have you consulted Constantine?"
"Of course, he gave me a name."
"No need to say it. I think this is probably some kind of internal conflict in the divine world. You know how fierce the fight among gods for believers is. Perhaps there is a plant god who wants to make Gotham his territory."
Schiller walked Batman to the door. Batman walked out and turned to say, "Then I can only wish him good luck. I hope he can bring some green plants that don't hit people to the city."
"He will. God will always reward his most loyal believers. As long as you pray sincerely, miracles will always happen."
Watching Batman leave, Schiller smiled. He looked down at his watch and saw that there were only five minutes left before the banquet officially began.
"Wait a minute, why don't I understand what they are saying?" Pamela, who was peeking from the stairs in the corridor, looked down at the head below her and said, "What owl, what plant, what devout prayer?"
"That's how they talk," said Bruce, the top head. "Don't pay attention to how mentally ill people communicate."
Pamela rolled her eyes and looked at him and said, "How dare you say that? Who dragged us here to eavesdrop on the conversation between two mentally ill people?"
"I was just bored. If I stayed with Selena, she would ask me to check her clothes again and again, and discuss with me the styles of jewelry on other guests."
"You won't even discuss it with her?"
"I'm afraid we have different focuses in our discussion. She can always figure out how to get what she wants faster."
"You two stop talking." Natasha interrupted them and looked at Clark at the bottom and said, "Are you sure they didn't say anything else? What did the last sentence mean?"
"I don't know either." Clark shook his head, then frowned and looked at the three heads above and said, "We can't eavesdrop here. This is immoral."
"Didn't really hear anything," Bruce said.
"What else do you want to hear? You are just here to watch the fun... Wait a minute, I have a call."
Everyone looked at Pamela who spoke. Pamela held her breath and concentrated. After a while, her expression became more and more strange.
"What did you say? Ask me to do greening for Batman's Gotham?! Your brain..."
"What?! He prayed to you?! But where did he get your name...well, because he's Batman, but I'm very busy right now!!!"
"What do you mean by busy eavesdropping?! How many times have I told you not to spy on me!...Okay, okay, why can't I just let myself go and become your believer? I'll find time to talk to him later."
After hanging up the phone, Pamela said unhappily, "Batman made a wish to the Green of All Things to rebuild the ecosystem of Gotham's plants. I don't know where he got the name of the Green of All Things from, and he even called his prayer number. We have no choice but to go now."
Natasha waved her hand and said, "Go ahead."
She thought that Batman was so strong that he should be able to keep an eye on this overexcited super-powered teenager more easily than she could.
As a result, when Pamela appeared on the balcony of Batman's guest bedroom, she happened to see Batman changing his clothes - he was just changing into his pants.
"what!!!!!!!!!"
(End of this chapter)