Poison Ivy switched positions, adjusted how she sat in her chair, then looked at Schiller and asked, "Where are we going next?"
"Of course, to prepare a grand welcome ceremony for this Robin King."
"You're going in person?"
"Of course not. Not only can't I go in person, I also have to hide myself as thoroughly as possible, leaving behind only the faintest clue."
Poison Ivy was even more confused. She only felt that this professor before her was contradicting himself in both word and deed, but considering they were now in the same boat, she could only ask, "If you're going to hide so thoroughly, why leave clues behind?"
"Of course, so he can find me. Have you forgotten my ultimate goal?"
"Then why not just appear before him?"
Schiller sighed. Poison Ivy truly had no idea how he had managed to pack one part disdain, two parts sorrow, three parts helplessness, and four parts patience into a single sigh.
"He came to Gotham full of excitement, only to discover that the citizens he was supposed to have personally put down were now lying on the ground like corpses. Then, at that very moment, I—the one who completely ruined his fun—appeared before him. What do you think he would do?"
"He'd obviously want to kill you more than anything."
"And then you expect me to fight him?"
"But it's not as though you can't beat him." Poison Ivy spread her hands. "I don't know what that mist you turned into just now was, but it looked incredibly powerful. I don't think he'd be a match for you."
"I generally do not use that approach." Schiller shook his head. "First of all, this man's origins and background remain unclear. I might be able to kill him, but I may not