Just as Jonathan had said, Batman had indeed learned a great deal from Schiller. But that did not include his habit of equally breaking everyone's armor with words, so when Jonathan called out that name, Batman felt somewhat confused.
Because he knew that if Schiller were sitting here, Jonathan would not be the only one getting cursed at and mocked. Even those who had never been present, like Green Lantern, Batman, Superman, and even the teachers at the freshman registration desk, would not escape getting dragged into it for no reason.
Batman's speaking style was like a sniper rifle: once he identified a target, he raised the scope, aimed, and killed with one shot.
Schiller's speaking style, on the other hand, was more like a machine gun with unlimited ammunition. Never mind the enemy directly in front of him—if a mosquito flew overhead, it would come light and leave carrying two pounds of bullets.
Jonathan seemed to have lost his patience. He said, "You can never save Gotham... Batman!"
"But you may have Alzheimer's disease, because you already said that once, exactly two minutes and thirty-two seconds ago," Batman immediately replied.
With a bang, the table shook as it was slammed, making the cups and kettle on top clink sharply together.
"Do you know why? Because Gotham's rain—there is a mysterious substance in Gotham's rainwater that activates the toxins in Gotham metal. It will plunge Gotham into endless darkness, with no chance of ever recovering!"
"And then?" Batman asked.
Batman's calm expression did not surprise Jonathan. He knew that, given Wayne's power, investigating these matters would not be difficult. After taking a breath, he suddenly changed the subject.
"Do you remember? Back then, you investigated the disappearances in Morsen District and found nothing. Those cases were all my work."
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