"Only because he was tied up with mundane affairs, he couldn't sit down and talk with me for the moment. But that's all right. Like I said, he'd be more interested in the conversation between us, so he'd definitely listen closely to the surveillance equipment."
"I'll deal with Batman's problem first. Come over and help me secure the microphone, then you can leave."
Jason was skeptical. After hesitating where he stood for several seconds, he walked toward Schiller and said as he went, "You know attacking me would be pointless, right? You can't win."
"As a doctor, I usually don't choose to attack anyone." Schiller looked somewhat helpless. "I assure you Batman has never come near me, and you needn't worry that he'll attack you from a distance either."
Jason quickened his pace slightly. They had not been far apart to begin with; four or five short steps would close the distance. Yet the closer he got to Schiller, the more oppressive he felt.
It was difficult to describe, as though he were walking toward a wild beast. But whenever he blinked, it seemed as if it had only been an illusion.
The paisley pattern on the tie was too intricate, dizzyingly so. Jason had to look away, but the stripes on the suit were no better. They twisted and warped constantly in his vision, making his head feel heavy and his feet light.
Taking another step, those damned paisley patterns and alternating thick and thin stripes became even more eye-catching. But the distance between them had already been set; if he turned his head too far to avoid looking at them, it would seem unnatural. He absolutely did not want Schiller to notice he was retreating.
So he raised his head and looked at Schiller's face, where the most