Jason's mouth hung wide enough to fit an egg.
Schiller's expression seemed to say that if Jason did not close his mouth now, he would lose his tongue.
Jason decisively shut up.
Schiller slowly walked over and rested a hand on the back of Bruce's armchair. From the shadow cast over him alone, Bruce knew who it was.
But the situation did not look good, because Schiller's allegiance was unclear.
If there truly was a Doctor in this world who could not be bought by the Wayne Family, it might be Schiller, this visitor from another world.
Worse still, if the absolutely impartial psychologist Clark had mentioned was Schiller, then how had they met? And how had Schiller gained Clark's trust?
Even though Bruce's thoughts could hardly be called clear at the moment, he still deduced the full sequence of events in an instant. It was not complicated at all; it was practically an open scheme.
Why had Superman traveled all this way to come here? Of course, it was possible that he was a reporter, received information quickly, and had rushed over to uphold justice.
But it was not that simple. It might sound absurd, but Superman did not actually possess such an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He had been to Gotham before, yet he had never fought crime there, because he tacitly accepted that it was Batman's territory and that he should not interfere unless necessary.
From the few exchanges Batman had had with Superman, Batman knew Superman was not interested in the Bat-family. He neither understood nor cared about them, and anyone with even a little intelligence could see that Batman was probably not a perfect father.
So why had Superman suddenly become enraged by the Bat-family's twisted relationship? Why had he flown all the way to