"I suppose I'm not the first person to figure out how you operate. Where did everyone else go?"
"They're all alive and well, Jason. You know I don't need to make enemies of the entire world. So what if you figured it out?"
Jason sighed. "See? You know no one can make you pay the price. I hate that smug tone, but I know I can't either."
"You're still worried Batman might slip up, fail to see through me completely, and be deceived by me. So you came here to keep me occupied. Why do you think I'm interested in you?"
"Because you seem like that kind of person." Jason wore a complicated expression. "Are you completely uninterested in psychological trauma under certain extreme circumstances?"
"So you admit you have psychological trauma?"
Jason took a deep breath, as though trying to swallow his anger back down. In a steady tone, he said, "That's not what we're discussing. Stop dancing around the subject. I'm saying I won't stay here and do nothing."
Jason was about to continue when his gaze fell on the stack of papers beside Schiller's hand. After hesitating, he said, "Can I look at that?"
Schiller raised an eyebrow. Jason stared fixedly at the paper covered in writing and said, "It's not like I absolutely have to know what you're working on, but I think reading might give me a little entertainment."
To Jason's immense surprise, Schiller pushed the stack of papers over. Jason could hardly believe it would be that easy. He had thought it would take at least two hundred more rounds before he found even the slightest clue.
"Are you disappointed that your detective skills have nowhere to shine?" Schiller laughed. "There really isn't much mystery concerning me. You can look through my materials, but