When Bruce saw Schiller in the inquiry room, he was still wearing a straitjacket and a mask. He was not exonerated as Amanda said.
From the look between his brows and eyes, Bruce understood that he had been waiting for him here for a long time, and it was time to end this series of farce.
When Bruce sat across from Schiller, every detail of the whole incident from beginning to end began to play in his mind.
If Bruce had to summarize this matter, it would be that for the first time, he discovered that everyone in the situation was arrogant, glorified themselves, and was not perfect.
Bruce feels that Schiller is autistic and therefore needs to be treated. The method of treatment is to bind himself to himself, and he will never be able to break away from the society of ordinary people, regardless of whether he is arrogant and wants to be free.
As Bruce's father, Thomas presets the scene in his heart. He is the most important person in Bruce's life. Bruce will not live well without him. From this, it can be deduced that Bruce must be on the wrong path.
Thomas failed to cover up his thinking, and Schiller caught the loophole in his soul. Schiller gave him more affirmation, aiding him, making him more convinced of what he imagined.
The authority of his father made him feel that he was doing Bruce's good, so he used violence to force him to bow his head. He felt that his judgment and suggestions must be right, and the other party must listen and do what he said.
Do it, otherwise your life will be even more miserable.
As for Schiller, who was Bruce's teacher, Schiller felt that he was just being arrogant, so he forcibly bound him to Batman without asking his opinion.
Arrogant felt that he was doing it for Bruce's own good, in order to allow him to pass the exam and face possible dangers, so he continued to establish his authority over the past four years and oppressed Bruce as his father.
To put it simply, everyone constantly implements their will on others, and firmly feels that their will is right and for the good of the other person, and this is the essence of patriarchy.
It is actually difficult to tell whether paternity is power cloaked in love or love cloaked in power.
Maybe the father's suggestion is right, and maybe the son's resistance is also right, but this cannot hide that everyone is hurting each other in the name of love.
And at this time, we have to talk about the old saying again, love is not about control, but about fulfillment.
More importantly, you can't just give the other person what you want, let alone force him to accept it.
When Bruce sat across from Schiller, he had actually thought about this clearly, but he still had one question that he didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and asked: "...Aren't you angry?"
Bruce felt very angry when he discovered that Thomas' violent treatment of him was actually just because of his previous actions of resisting him, and that Thomas was seeking personal revenge.
Because the starting point of this violent method is no longer love, it is the result of the degeneration of patriarchy, and it is just a way to vent one's own selfish desires.
And Bruce knew that he had done this before. Originally, all this should have ended after he made Schiller drink the blood, because the starting point of this move was still to bind Schiller to ordinary society.
He gets treatment.
But later, Bruce used his morbid views to prevent the arrogant Schiller from releasing the controller at will, and let him return to the cell. In fact, he and Schiller tortured each other for four years before taking revenge.
So, isn't Schiller angry?
If he was angry, why didn't he just leave the prison and return to Gotham?
Bruce knew that whether Schiller rushed back and beat him up, or used a complicated plan like a yarn ball to make him suffer, he actually had no good way to resist, and he would definitely feel very bad.
pain.
But Schiller didn't do that.
Bruce was eager to hear the answer, so he stood up. He walked behind Schiller, put his hands around his neck, took off his mask, and then unlocked the straitjacket fixed to the chair.
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The next second, Bruce's world was spinning, and with a "bang", Schiller threw him to the ground, then stood beside him, looking down at him.
"You're not going to take any chances that I'm angry or not, are you, Bruce?"
After being thrown, Bruce felt his eyes go dark instantly. His physical condition was not good to begin with, and he fell heavily to the ground, making him feel as if his lungs were split into several flaps.
"I know you are angry, but why..."
"Because I am your teacher." A black umbrella slowly appeared in Schiller's hand.
Bruce didn't see anger in Schiller's eyes, there was more helplessness there.
"I know that you want to save me. I know that your starting point is love. I accept your love, so I have to preserve a little dignity for our relationship..." Schiller said in a low tone.
Bruce slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Schiller. Schiller picked up the umbrella, stroked the umbrella lightly, lowered his eyes and looked at Bruce and said:
"The best education in the world is to teach by words and deeds. I must do it first before I can teach you how to resist patriarchy and how to exercise it."
Before Bruce even had time to be moved, a strong premonition of danger enveloped him. Schiller put the umbrella in front of him, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared on the top of the umbrella.
"Thank you for your kindness. I am very touched, but I will not accept it. If you want to force me to accept it, you are only satisfying your selfish desires. In this case, you will bear the consequences."
After the words fell, Schiller held the handle of the umbrella and inserted the knife into Bruce's abdomen from top to bottom, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Bruce curled up in pain. The umbrella knife did not hit his vital point, but only caused him more pain. In the hazy moment, Schiller's gesture of pulling out the knife was still very elegant and decent, which was in sharp contrast to his hysteria.
Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Bruce knew what he was going to say. This was a reverse game. Whoever realized earlier that he had to give in for love would win.
Schiller gave in earlier than him, gave him more, and understood love better than him. The clown won again.
And at this moment, Bruce discovered that he was really a hopeless arrogant, and he still wanted to win even when it came to giving in, fulfilling, and giving love to others.
When things have reached this point, it doesn't matter who loves whom more, the main thing is to win.
So, Bruce, who was lying on the ground, covered his wound, looked at Schiller with distracted eyes, and said word by word: "It seems... we all understand... love is not about asking, it is about giving, it is about giving to the other person."
The thing I want most..."
"And I know... what you want most... is freedom."
After saying that, Bruce grabbed the umbrella that had not left his body too far.
Before Schiller could react, Bruce grabbed the umbrella, pulled Schiller's arm holding the umbrella, and put the umbrella knife close to his neck.
Then without hesitation and determination, he opened the artery on the side of his neck.
"Bah!"
The last thing Bruce saw was the ever-smiling professor, who could be called a panicked expression.
About a few hours later, in the room at Wayne Manor, Bruce, with bandages on his neck, chest and abdomen, was lying on the bed with an expressionless face. Schiller, who was stiff and his eyes were unfocused, was slumped in the chair next to him.
On the other side of the bed, Gordon, Victor, Alberto, Cobot, Thomas, Lucifer, Alfred, and even Amanda and Angela stood in a row.
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Their eyes did not fall on Bruce and Schiller, but on another tall figure at the end of the bed, that was Clark Kent.
"Friends, can anyone explain to me why this is happening???" Clark spread his hands and glanced across everyone's face.
When facing the very sincere and puzzled eyes of the young people in the small town, everyone was speechless.
"What you just mentioned about the experiences of Bruce and Schiller, can I also understand that two mental patients were forced to harm each other in a very complicated relationship for four full years without any control, and
All of you, just looking at this???"
Clark spread his arms wider and raised his voice, which was as sharp as the cry of a lamb on the farm when it was born:
“Isn’t there anyone who can take care of it???!!!”
"Have you ever realized that these two are mentally ill???" Clark's tone was full of disbelief.
"They are people with incomplete mobility! They need someone to take care of them, someone to take care of them, and someone to help them live! This is common sense that even rural doctors working in our small town know... You are people from big cities!!!"
Clark walked up to Schiller and Bruce, pointed at them with both hands and said:
"Just because this city is so rotten, you should have realized that there was something wrong with the two of them when they were getting along like a fish in water! What kind of high IQ does this kind of common sense judgment require?!!
"
The people opposite seemed a little embarrassed. Victor cleared his throat and said, "But they themselves feel that they don't need help, and we are not good either..."
"Every mental patient thinks they are not crazy!" Clark looked at Victor in disbelief and said, "If everyone listened to them, then there would be no need for mental hospitals in the world!"
"I don't think the matter is that serious..." Lucifer also said.
Clark stared at the expression on his face that clearly said, "Look at the current state of the two of them and say it again."
Lucifer was speechless. Gordon coughed twice and said, "Indeed, they went a little too far this time..."
"A bit outrageous?!!!! Oh my god! A student sent his teacher to prison and tortured him. A teacher deceived the student's father into trouble with him and broke three of his ribs. Finally, the teacher also
After stabbing him, the student grabbed the knife in the teacher’s hand and wiped his own neck, and then, you call this ‘a little out of line’??!!”
Clark took a deep breath, held his chest, took two steps back, looked at everyone present and said, "You should all go to a mental hospital, I'm serious!"
Thomas frowned. The last few words Bruce said had already made him understand that Schiller might be lying to him. So, just as he was about to open his mouth to express his dissatisfaction with Schiller, Clark stretched out his hand to stop him.
All people speak.
"No matter what you think, I think I must be responsible for the disorder in my friend's life. This may be due to my neglect of caring for him, not providing him with the help he needs, or not providing help in time."
"And when something like this happened, I had to improve his situation as much as possible to make up for my debt to him."
Clark put his hands on his hips, glanced at Bruce, then at Schiller and said, "Bruce is my good friend, and Schiller is the division commander I have always respected."
"I'm sorry, both of them are mentally ill, but according to my superficial medical knowledge, the most important thing now is to separate them and give them a quiet, warm, and comfortable recuperation environment."
"This city has no sunshine all year round and is very humid, and the rain here is also weird. It is completely opposite to the environment where mental patients are convalescing. However, our friends have allowed them to live here for four years without knowing it.
The neglect of care and concern for them, I think, is the main culprit for their condition developing to this day!"
"So, we should let them go to a sunny, warm, physically and mentally comfortable environment, and then end the care for them after their mental condition has truly reached the point where they can take care of themselves... Does anyone object?"
When Clark said these words, his voice was trembling, and he was obviously extremely angry. In this state, Clark himself did not realize how powerful he was, which caused the group of quick-thinking monsters and ghosts opposite him to be stunned.
Speak up.
"Okay, then it's decided! I think the farm in my hometown of Kansas is a good environment, so I will take one of them away. Now, you two decide who will follow me!"
Bruce, who was lying on the bed, said in a breathless voice: "I have a plan, we can..."
"No plan!" Clark interrupted immediately.
Schiller also said in a voice that was as breathless as a gossamer: "How about we make a bet? Just bet..."
"No betting!" Clark interrupted again.
"Your chaotic, insane, and hallucinating brain is not suitable for making any plans at all, and don't think about making a bet with anyone... Now, immediately, immediately, guess the game!"
In the end, Bruce took the initiative to follow Clark away, not because he lost the guessing game, but mainly because he couldn't lift his arm, but Schiller could.
Again, even if Batman is dead and buried, and grass grows on his grave, he will still cry out from deep underground, "Anyone can defeat him, except the Joker!"
In a sense, this may also be the will of the universe, which makes people helpless.
Lucifer planned to take Schiller to the West Coast. The bar business had been bad, so he had long planned to change cities.
After everyone dispersed, Lucifer stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor in Wayne Manor. When he saw Clark coming, he said, "They are really lucky to have a friend like you."
"No, I am lucky to be able to help my friends. It can let them know that I love them and let others feel my love, which makes me feel sincerely happy."
Lucifer lowered his head, as if he had thought of something, and after a while he said, "I once had a friend like this, but my arrogance made me mess up everything."
"You can apologize to him." Clark said directly.
"He is no longer here."
"Then go find him."
"he died."
"Then apologize to his tombstone."
Lucifer stared at Clark. He didn't know how to evaluate it. The young man in front of him was so simple and straightforward that it was outrageous, and even a little childish. But perhaps it was precisely because of this childishness that what he said was fascinating.
magic.
Late at night, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel asked worriedly: "Do you really don't need me to follow you? Professor Schiller's ability to take care of himself is really a bit..."
Lucifer shook his head. He looked at the luggage that had been packed, turned and went upstairs. As he walked, he said: "This is the last night he will spend in the manor. I'm going to see if he sleeps well."
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After entering the room, Schiller had already fallen asleep. The days in prison were not easy to pass. The scene of Bruce's blood splattering reminded him of certain memories that he thought were long gone.
The white and huge angel wings spread out and lowered again, helping Schiller cover the dream-disturbing light coming through the gaps in the curtains, causing his brows to slowly open. Those nightmares were gone, and Schiller finally
Fell into sleep.
The soft sound of rain and the rumbling thunder sounded at the same time, and the "I'm sorry" mixed in sounded like a sigh of regret or a cry of sadness.
