The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, causing Batman's vision to become hazy. Amidst the scarlet, he saw a hand reaching out in front of him and picking up the aperture.

Then, a pair of leather shoes came into view, and the person in front of him slowly squatted down, holding the aperture in his hand, and knocked it hard against the ground. The aperture was embedded in the road pavement, and half of it disappeared.

Batman used all his strength to roll sideways, got up from the ground, and remained in a half-kneeling position, panting. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Schiller's face. He saw that the professor opposite him pushed up his glasses.

,explain:

"Drinking, driving under the influence, staying out late at night, racing, blowing up the streets, disturbing people in the middle of the night... Batman, if you are really free recently, shouldn't you consider handing in the homework you haven't handed in before?"

Batman coughed twice. He found that there were blood streaks in his saliva, but he did not feel the pain in his lungs. He suspected that it might be bleeding from the mouth during the previous impact. He took a deep breath and stood up.

Some staggered towards the Batmobile.

Schiller did not stop him, but watched as he turned the overturned Batmobile back over with great effort, and then sat back in the cab.

Batman squinted his eyes and tried to step on the accelerator. The next second, a circle of light was embedded in the windshield, less than ten centimeters from Batman's nose.

In an instant, Batman was more than half sober.

"Professor..." Batman's voice was very low. When he spoke, his lips didn't even move. The word seemed to be squeezed out directly from his lungs, with a resonance that made the rain tremble.

"Where do you want to drive?" Schiller asked standing in front of the Batmobile. After the violent car accident just now, the lights of the Batmobile were no longer on, so Batman couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I want to go back to Wayne Manor." Batman replied.

"Are you planning to go back just like this? Do you know how old Alfred is this year? Do you know how he would feel when he saw your blood?" Schiller retracted the aperture, and then took it to illuminate the surroundings.

This is the highway out of Gotham City, but it does not leave the limits of Gotham City. However, it no longer has the bustling scene of the city, so the sound of rain becomes more obvious.

Ten minutes later, under the eaves of a nearby alley street, Batman sat on the steps, holding an aperture lighting in his hand, and Schiller stood behind him, wrapping a bandage on his head.

"Did you...did you see her? See that..." Batman stopped when he said this, as if he was unwilling to say the word, but Schiller said directly: "Yes,

I saw the body."

"That was a poor child. She suffered a lot of abuse and excessive malnutrition, which greatly increased her chance of dying. To be honest, she is lucky to be alive today."

"No." Batman shook his head and said, "I didn't take her seriously. I thought she had no ability to resist, so I didn't check her bedroom window at all. I didn't expect she would jump from there. She was already very strong.

She is so weak that even the height of the second floor is too high for her."

"I didn't think much of Aisha either. Aisha frightened her and caused her respiratory obstruction. When her heart stopped beating, there was no way I could save it."

Schiller paused for a moment, then asked: "Do you blame all this on the fact that you didn't have a better plan?"

"Isn't it?"

Schiller sighed, and just about to speak, Batman said: "Yes, I should know more about child psychology before picking them up. I shouldn't change their environment so frequently. I should use them first."

Some medical methods are used to supplement their nutrition and improve their physical fitness..."

"I shouldn't bring her back to the manor alone. At least I should let her have someone of the same kind. I should spend the first night with her instead of leaving her there alone to pry the windows all night..."

Batman's voice began to become a little deeper, and he said: "I thought that she might escape, but I didn't expect that she would jump from the window. I didn't expect that she would dare to do this. I should know that the patient who was stimulated

, will not be restricted by fear..."

"I should have told Dick and Elsa before picking her up and asking them not to scare her. After she ran out and came back, I should have taken measures to preserve her body temperature as soon as possible instead of standing there talking to anyone.

theory……"

Batman seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. With the drunkenness that came up again, he spoke quickly: "The same is true for Dick. He doesn't want to go home because I didn't consider that he might not like the current environment.

, he may not want to transfer schools again and again, he may prefer to stay with the children in the choir class..."

"There should have been a better way to solve all this. Batman wiped the blood on his eyes with his hand and said, "If I had thought carefully, I could have avoided these things."

"Why don't you allow yourself to make mistakes?" Schiller asked.

"Because she died, that was a child, a child's life, and no one's life should be used as a price to pay for another person's mistakes." Batman opened his mouth and said, "If Batman does

If you make a mistake, someone will die because of it, so what’s the difference between that and someone dying because of a criminal?”

"Do you hope that everything in this world is according to your plan? Do you hope that you will never make a mistake?" Schiller asked.

"Of course."

"What do you think drove you to make such a decision?" Schiller asked again.

Alcohol is constantly corroding Batman's brain. People who don't drink often are always more likely to get drunk.

Even without Schiller's hypnosis, Batman naturally entered a hypnotic state. Various hallucinations and bizarre sights began to appear before his eyes, making him feel chilled all over.

"Bat... it's a bat." Batman replied: "One night, a group of bats flew past the window, and I heard them saying to me, you can become one of us and save this city...

…”

"It's fear that drives you to do this."

Schiller said that psychiatrists are very good at interpreting some strange images in patients' mouths, such as two unrelated things, a story that sounds like a fairy tale, and even those disgusting and uncomfortable fantasies, they all represent

Some of the patient’s emotions.

Schiller asked: "You are afraid of things beyond your plan. So, are you afraid of the bad results that may occur outside the plan, or are you afraid of the negative consequences that these bad results may have on your perfect identity?

Are you afraid of destruction?"

Batman didn't seem to understand such a long series of very complicated words. He remained silent and tried hard to get rid of the drunkenness that had surged up again, but he drank too much and his efforts were ineffective.

"Batman? Batman?" Schiller was calling him, but Batman had no response. He had entered a state of unconsciousness, commonly known as drinking to pieces.

Schiller's long series of questions became the final lullaby. In a dark alley street, in the pouring rain all night, Batman fell asleep like this, which shows that he was really drunk.

.

Early the next morning, the rain stopped. Every spring morning in Gotham was the same chilly spring. Bruce sat up from the bed. The moment he stood up, he felt a severe headache.

He got out of bed and went to the window. After opening the window, the cold wind blew through his temples, making him feel a lot more awake.

Before pushing the door open, Bruce paused. He felt an unreasonable fear. He was afraid that after he opened the door, he did not see Alfred.

But after a few seconds, he pushed the door open and heard the crackle of wood burning in the fireplace.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief. When he came to the stairs, he saw Alfred cleaning the dust on the phone with a duster.

He put on deerskin gloves that Bruce hadn't seen for a long time, which made his movements look less flexible, but Bruce still held his hand on the armrest tighter. In the cold air, an emotion began to brew.

.

"Oh, sir, are you awake? Good morning, breakfast is ready, you can go and have your meal." Alfred said to Bruce with a smile, as if nothing happened last night.

But Bruce's memory was telling him that a lot of things happened yesterday, and he had to know the results now, so he asked: "Where's Aisha? Is she back?"

"Yes, the lady is back. Master, she didn't run far away. I brought her back, but when I came back, I didn't see you, so I sent her to sleep." Alfred still said

He replied with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of tiny footsteps coming from behind.

Elsa, who was wearing pajamas, ran down the stairs with a bang, rushed directly to the dining table, pulled out the chair, jumped on the chair, sat down, picked up the knife and fork, licked her lips, and looked back at Alfred

.

Alfred smiled and guided Bruce to the dining table. Bruce wanted to say something to Elsa, but at this time, Elsa had already begun to eat hard. Alfred stood behind him and said with a smile.

"Miss Aisha had a strenuous exercise last night and started complaining that she was hungry when she came back. However, because it was too late at that time, eating is not good for her health, so she may be a little hungry now."

Seeing this, Bruce didn't say anything else. He also started to eat breakfast, but during the meal, he felt that something was missing. He put down his fork and asked: "Alfred, where is today's newspaper?"

Alfred, who was holding the duster, moved his fingers slightly and said: "I'm sorry, sir, I got up a little late today and the newspaper hasn't been ironed yet, but today the newspaper is still promoting the Angelica Troupe and what they brought."

Here comes the new play 'Macbeth'…"

"By the way, sir." Alfred suddenly raised his voice a little and said, "This is the first regular theater performance in Gotham in ten years. All the dignitaries in the city will be present. You really should go and see it.

Do you want me to book tickets for you, Master Dick and Miss Elsa?"

Bruce looked down at his plate and said, "No, I'm not going. You can book a ticket for Selina, Dick and Elsa each and let them go together."

Alfred nodded and said nothing more. After breakfast and Alfred took Elsa to the backyard to exercise, Bruce frowned.

The newspaper was not ironed yet? Bruce would not believe this. In the decades that Alfred had worked in the Wayne family, there had never been a situation where Alfred started eating breakfast without ironing the newspaper.

At this point, Alfred himself was even more insistent than the members of the Wayne family. No one could shake this old man's obsession with keeping the members of the Wayne family informed of the latest news.

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Bruce came to the back of the hall, and through the window, he saw Alfred playing with Elsa. Bruce left along the corridor of the restaurant, bypassed the hall, and came to the ironing room on the side.

Alfred usually irons things here, including clothes, gloves and newspapers. The newspapers delivered by the newsboy must be put here as soon as they are taken out of the mailbox.

However, Bruce searched here for a long time and found no trace of the newspaper, so he returned to the hall, walked out of the door, pushed open the door of the manor, opened the mailbox, and looked inside.

There was nothing in the mailbox. Bruce frowned, closed the mailbox door again, and then began to look around the street.

At this moment, the neighbor of Wayne Manor happened to go out.

Not far from Wayne Manor, there lived a mother and daughter. The mother was the legacy of a wealthy businessman on the East Coast. But because of her stronger business ability, the family was even more prosperous than when her husband was alive, so he

She was honored as Mrs. Goethe, and her daughter was Miss Goethe.

Both of them were dressed in the same way, wearing the most fashionable woolen coat for ladies nowadays, paired with a pair of bright-colored boots, a scarf and a hat of the same color as the boots, and holding a handbag in their hands.

Bruce retreated to the manor's yard and stood behind the bushes, listening to their chat.
To be continued...