"Allow me to introduce Doctor Schiller. In two days, I'll be undergoing a minor operation, and he'll be the attending surgeon. He'll be staying at Wayne Manor for a while, so I hope no one disturbs him. You can manage that, can't you?"
Batman stood in the foyer of Wayne Manor, introducing someone to the Robins. As Batman observed their reactions, the Robins were also examining the surgeon named Schiller.
He looked rather advanced in age. His meticulously combed hair was graying at the temples, and he wore a brown plaid three-piece suit. A Marlin brooch rested on his chest, a Black Box hung from one hand, and his face bore a perfectly measured smile.
"To be honest, he doesn't look much like a doctor," Damian muttered. "You're really planning to let him operate on you dressed like that, Batman?"
"You'd better remain polite, Damian." Batman was not wearing his cowl, which made his stern expression even more intimidating. He said, "He is an exceptional surgeon with extensive clinical experience. If any of you can achieve something similar, I would be very pleased."
"You wouldn't." Red Hood, wearing his hood, muttered, "Doctors are the people you trust least. Who knows what kind of crazy episode you're having now."
The others also looked at Batman with some confusion. They simply could not understand why Batman had suddenly brought back a surgeon and announced that this doctor would be performing a minor operation on him.
Batman was extremely distrustful of doctors.
If it was an illness he could treat himself, he definitely would. If surgery was unavoidable, he would rather develop a machine to replace human hands than go to a hospital for an operation.
To Batman, exposing his front and back to a stranger was an extraordinarily dangerous act. After all,