"Batman was the warning bell you used to intimidate them, to make them wary. You deliberately made yourself stern, silent, inscrutable, and impossible to communicate with. You turned yourself into an evil god, so that whenever criminals walked in darkness, they walked as though in your kingdom."
When Schiller spoke those words in a gentle, dreamlike tone, it sounded as though he were praying, or reading from a book. Batman's gaze grew increasingly focused.
Until, at a certain moment, he suddenly came to his senses and pulled himself free from that hazy connection. When he looked at Schiller again, his gaze had become deeper.
"Then what did you do?" Batman's tone also began to take on a dreamlike quality, as though they were speaking in the real world while communicating on another plane beyond ordinary understanding.
"Get to know them, understand them, gather them together, and build a new society for them." Schiller's voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost an ethereal breath. "Establish a new set of social rules to make up for all the humanity and shame they lack."
"Make them consider their status and reputation in another society before harming ordinary people. Let them stop pouring out their love and emotions through the slaughter of ordinary people, and instead place those precious feelings in their bonds with soulmates."
"Ensure that their wisdom, philosophy, and ideals are not cast into despair before idiots incapable of understanding them, but allow them to exchange the joy of soul-shaking moments with others of their kind who possess the same spirit."
In an instant, Batman heard a buzz. Blood surged from his heart straight to his brain, and he understood that this wonderful feeling making his cool mind hum was called understanding.
"You're crazy, but you chose it yourself. You're