In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1453: The Bat Leaving the Nest (Part 1)

When Schiller fell into the laboratory of the super prison in Florence, this picture appeared in front of him——

Bruce Wayne was shirtless, lying face down on the operating table. There was a huge wound on his back from the bottom of the neck to the lumbar spine. The muscles and skin above the bones of the spine were cut open in an extremely delicate way. , like blood covered him with a gauze.

Bruce turned his head sideways, facing the laboratory table on the other side of the operating table, his half-length black hair soaked in sweat due to pain stuck to the side of his face, completely covering his closed eyes, from the ups and downs of his chest Judging by the frequency, he has passed out.

Bane was holding a scalpel and standing beside the operating table.

Schiller doesn't need to search for fragments in his memory, but he can also remember what Bane did in the comics. This famous mercenary is one of the few people in the comics who seriously injured Batman's body. villain.

In the comics, Bane broke Batman's spine - Schiller is well aware that this did not happen in this universe, but this is a virtual sense of evil, and it is enough to be used as trial evidence previous convictions.

Bruce, lying on the operating bed with his eyes closed, heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, familiar because the voice came from Schiller, and unfamiliar because he had never heard such a cold tone from Schiller.

"Sir, what did you do to my student?"

The leather shoes took a step forward, and through the reflection on the floor, Bruce could clearly see that Bane suddenly floated up, and countless gray fog wrapped him up, lifting him into the air.

Then, the seemingly powerless mist suddenly began to squeeze inward, like a huge irresistible hand, holding Bain firmly in his palm.

He wanted to crush him just like that—grinding the skin, crushing the bones, until the internal organs couldn't bear the pressure and gushed out of the wound, then shriveled up like an overripe peach squeezed dry.

Bruce has never seen such a violent and **** side of Schiller.

Schiller is a lunatic, but he has his own set of standards for life, which can even be called morality. His madness does not contain those things that are contrary to civilization, nor does it contain dirty, messy, violent and brutal.

Schiller is a very civilized person, not picky or hypocritical, just a meticulous appearance and always-maintained etiquette, presenting an elegant posture that is always poised, like a perfect human skin.

And now, the part under the human skin is exposed, perhaps it is the sharpest fangs, the part that Bruce has the position and the right to call him a criminal just by looking at it.

Bain's body began to twist and deform, the bones of his limbs had already been broken, painful groans overflowed from his mouth, the speed of poison injection accelerated, the skin of Bain's whole body turned deep red, and the muscles swelled The time is still doing useless struggle.

Schiller stood beside the operating bed, separating Bruce and Bain, with his back to Bruce, pushing Bain against the wall on the other side, and crushing him silently.

"Don't kill him."

Schiller turned his head suddenly, because Bruce's tone was completely different from before, it was more like a cold order, but faster than reason, Schiller followed his instinct and let go.

The moment Bane landed, Schiller heard a weak laugh coming from the operating table. It was not Bruce Wayne laughing, but Batman, and he laughed very happily.

Schiller didn't care about the half-dead Bane anymore, he turned around, and when he lowered his head, he could just see Bruce's blue eyes, half of which were soaked in the blood from the wound on his face, intertwined red and blue, Evil over the top.

"...are you manipulating me?"

Recovering from the intense emotions, Schiller asked as if in a daze.

"Yes." Bruce, who was lying on the operating table, blinked and said, "Because I know how you manipulated me."

“…”

The muscles of Bruce's arms and shoulders exerted strength, as if he wanted to change his position, but he failed, and he fell back on the operating table, so he could only lie there, lying in the blood and talking.

"If we're not that close and I don't care about you enough, then what you say and do will have no effect on me."

"And if you don't care about me enough, you won't come, and you won't be angry that I was killed and hurt."

"I've spent years trying to solve a mystery, but it's not a mystery at all. It's not machinations or special abilities that manipulate me, but my own emotions."

"As now, it is your own anger from love that is manipulating you."

Schiller fell silent, and after a few minutes, he walked over to the laboratory bench facing Bruce and sat down. Schiller almost never made such a disrespectful move to sit on the table, but he seemed urgent. Want to take a break.

"You know when I was first shocked by you?" Schiller asked.

Bruce quickly found fragments of memory from those hallucinations. The shocked expression of Schiller he had seen was a little far away, so it seemed vague and distorted, but he still remembered it.

"The disappearance of people in Mason Street, I thought you were the murderer, but you were not, so I apologized, and I clearly remember how surprised you were at that time, and that was the last time I saw you shocked me."

"That was also the last time I heard you apologize to me."

"Because we didn't know each other well at that time, right?"

"At that time we were really unfamiliar."

The air became quiet, but the silence was not embarrassing. They seemed to be trapped in memories. A few years was far from the passage of time, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

"People can easily apologize to strangers." Schiller said first: "Because we don't have any expectations for strangers, and we don't even expect to see him a second time in our life, so making a choice is a matter of life." It's very simple, the impact on judgment does not include the desire to win."

"But people always want to outdo their family," Bruce continued, "because there's always the desire to prove yourself right, to make a good impression on them, and the fear that apologizing for being wrong will lessen your feelings for them. The weight in my heart."

"But maybe it's also because I'm too familiar with the other party and believe that the other party can understand me, so I think that an apology is unnecessary." Schiller continued: "If the other party asks for it, the question of whether to apologize will rise to the level of It is a question of whether we can understand each other."

"And I try to understand you, or to be you." Bruce coughed weakly twice, and then said: "It's far better than understanding your feelings for me."

"And use it to manipulate me."

"That's just incidental."

"It worked out great, the first time I've lost control like this in my adult life."

"Can I get back on the student list?"

Schiller was silent for a long time, and then he said: "Yes, and not just passed...it is excellent."

Bruce's body completely relaxed, as if he had lost all his strength and fell into a pool of blood.

He's in shock, but conscious, but that's not weird enough, because he's Batman.

Schiller walked back to the operating table, without reaching for the tools on the table, staring at the still bleeding wound and saying, "It looks like you don't want it to heal right away. "

"Yes, this is my Distinguished Graduate Medal."

"It just so happens that I don't have the ability to perform surgery, otherwise you probably wouldn't want this ugly medal."

Bruce chuckled again, seeming to think the joke was funny, but Schiller picked up a scalpel anyway and said.

"But you still need stitches, I'll get a licensed surgeon over here."

Schiller froze for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his gray twins became a little out of focus, and Bruce tentatively asked, "...sick?"

"It's me."

Sick picked up the scalpel, glanced at the situation at the scene, and said to Bruce: "You need a blood transfusion, you should have prepared ready-made blood?"

"The door on the right goes out, and the room on the left is the blood bank."

Schiller passed by Bain when he was going to get the blood, and glanced at him. When he came back, his eyes fell on Bain, but he asked Bruce, "The new prey you chose?"

"Arrogance chose it for me."

"Strict as always." Schiller commented, and began to transfuse Bruce's blood. After adjusting the position of the blood bag, he began to organize the surgical tools.

"I will use the gray mist to take out the nano-controller first. I know you don't use anesthesia, but the pain will make the muscles tense and affect the suture effect, so I will let the gray mist temporarily cut off your pain nerves. In addition , the wound on your face should not be your medal, right?"

Bruce shook his head weakly. He saw a wisp of gray mist drifting by before his eyes, and the wounds on his face healed instantly.

Schiller picks the stitches and opens his mouth and says, "Looks like you didn't listen to anything I said, the fight between the two of you adds another roomful of blood and an innocent victim, maybe more One."

"On the contrary, I listened, remembered, and understood."

"Don't look for understanding other than family affection from your father, huh?"

"I'm studying the part of family affection."

"I don't know what to do."

"But productive."

Schiller began to stitch up the wound on Bruce's back. Before he started, he took one look at Bruce's expression and said, "But you don't look happy."

"Because he seems a little tired." Bruce said with his eyes closed.

"Oh, is it?" Schiller's tone contained a trace of surprise: "Knock on my door with the greatest force ever, let me come up to take over, and ran to the radio room in the tower to broadcast continuously for thirty years. Six times that you finally passed your graduation exam and are still broadcasting exhaustion?”

Bruce started laughing again, and Schiller had to put his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from moving too much. After Bruce quieted down, Schiller said as he stitched up the wound, "You know he was with another The world's Batman communication?"

"Of course, that Batman visited him some time ago and gave him half of the equation, but I didn't read it."

"You should take a look, it is the result of his joint research with a genius from another universe, and it may allow you to understand some of the mysteries of the universe."

"The universe needs no more mysteries."

"Are you content with the status quo?" Schiller adjusted the glove, brushed out the stitches, and said, "It's not surprising. You are probably crazier and more cruel than most Batmen. Maybe Crueler than a clown."

"Why do you say that?"

"Which do you think is more evil, destroying the body or torturing the spirit?"

Bruce didn't answer, and Schiller went on to say: "The clown only destroys the body. No matter how many people his explosion kills, their pain is short-lived. Death will end everything."

"But the mental torment is long and endless, like a gangrene, slowly corroding the few remaining pieces of wood in a small boat on the vast ocean, making the people on the boat count the number of hours when they dreamed back in the middle of the night. Second, I had the idea of ​​jumping into the sea to die, but realized that I lacked courage.”

"This will make them attribute the pain they have endured to their own cowardice~IndoMTL.com~ Even the last resentment before death will fall on themselves, and they will not even imagine if there is an afterlife or if there are ghosts There will be, and the end and decay are extremely sad.”

"This is an extremely terrible torture, much more terrible than death, the most terrible physical torture is less than one ten-thousandth of mental pain."

"Isn't that exactly what you want me to do?"

"No, I just want you to learn how to inflict such mental pain on people. If you have the ability, but you choose to kill their bodies quickly, the death you give them becomes a kind of gift. Rather than evil."

"Sounds reasonable."

"So, would you kill a criminal?"

Bruce blinked slightly and said, "You think I can only manipulate criminals?"

"Aren't you?"

"Then you don't realize how crazy I am."

Schiller's hand paused for a moment, and then he dropped the needle to sew up the last wound. His hand remained steady, but there was a trace of curiosity in his tone, "So can I be lucky enough to get a ticket?"

"How are you going to pay?"

"I can teach you how to end a person's body in the fastest way. You must not be good at this, because you have never done it before. Theory and practice are different."

"Close."

"Peng!"

Amanda led the guards and broke open the door of the laboratory. After seeing a room full of blood, Bruce lying on the operating table, Schiller standing next to him, and Bain lying on the ground, she screamed loudly. shouted.

"Call the doctor quickly!

! Get ready for the plane!

! "