"It's like this, we came here this time because we wanted to..."
"Forget it. No way. I'm not helping you." Nelson casually set the Helmet on the table beside him.
Jason folded his arms and asked curiously, "You seemed to know we were coming, and you have some strange hostility toward us. Why?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Anyway, I'm not helping you. Please leave. I still have work to do." Nelson turned around and sat behind his desk, apparently having no intention of paying them any more attention.
Seeing him put on such an uncooperative attitude, Jason had no choice but to bring up some old history. He asked, "Before Professor Schiller came to Gotham, he visited Metropolis once. Did you meet him then?"
"What does that have to do with you?"
"Nothing. Just asking." Night Master said, "You strongly disapproved of Professor Schiller going to Gotham."
"That loudmouth!" Nelson sounded as though he were gritting his teeth. "I said that nonsense when I was drunk. I have nothing to do with the Professor Schiller you know."
"Really? You look like an abandoned housewife."
Dick's eyes went wide, and he hurriedly pulled Jason back, trying to make him say less. But Nelson seemed to explode. "Yes, I told him not to go, but he insisted on going. I was abandoned. So what?"
"You two really are close." Jason narrowed his eyes. "Considering the gap in your ages, rather than being your senior brother, he sounds more like your teacher, or... father?"
Nelson fell unusually silent for a long time. Jason could tell that he was not normally a bad-tempered person. There had to be a reason for all this abnormal behavior.
"Not anymore." Nelson suddenly said that, then stood up. "I need to keep working. I don't