Peter returned to the cottage on the island. Schiller was in the kitchen making himself something to eat, and the moment Peter walked in, he realized that the familiar Doctor Schiller was back.
He immediately began wailing, throwing himself onto the soft sofa like a heap of mud. "I messed up. I didn't mean to reveal Batman's identity, and I couldn't stop those reporters either. This is too hard."
Schiller set the vegetable salad he had just mixed in front of Peter, then went to fetch the kettle and make some hot tea. "Don't worry too much, Peter. Maybe things will resolve themselves."
Peter sat bolt upright as if he had risen from the dead, staring intently at Schiller by the edge of the kitchen island. Schiller stared back. After about ten seconds, Schiller smiled. "Don't look at me like that. I did it for your own good."
"So it was you, Doctor. I knew it! Wayne Manor was flattened, everything was burned to ashes, so how was that photo still so intact?"
Peter grabbed a cushion beside him and pressed it over his face, letting out a few muffled whimpers. "Is this really okay? Exposing their real identities could put superheroes in danger, and besides, they... they..."
"They're spreading the same kind of romantic rumors that used to circulate about you and Stark." Schiller placed a cup of hot tea before Peter. "Peter, perhaps you think this method is still a bit over the line, but I told you before that every plan I make comes with safeguards. Did you think I only released the photo?"
Peter looked at Schiller in confusion. Schiller sat down on the sofa opposite him, smiled, and said, "What do you think is the greatest conflict between Batman and the other members of the