"I never expected you to bring him back here. I assume his attending physician didn't approve." Schiller stood at the bedroom door in Wayne Manor. "If you intend to put on the same act with me, I can also charge an outrageous fee and tell you whatever pretty lies you want to hear."
"Wayne Hospital isn't safe enough," Batman explained. "Someone is watching that place. I can't let them find Jason."
"Fine, say whatever you like. Let's hope the familiar surroundings haven't triggered him. Otherwise, you'll have to pay extra."
Schiller pushed the door open a crack and saw a figure sitting by the bed, seemingly calm for the moment. He said, "You can't be present while I treat him. And I'll render every camera you installed completely useless. If you can't accept that, then forget it."
Batman frowned, apparently still considering it, but Schiller had already pushed the door open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut in Batman's face.
Once inside, a wisp of gray mist spread through the room, making a circuit of it. Before long, every wall was coated in a faint haze.
The youth who had been sitting blankly by the bed finally raised his head.
His gaze sharpened in an instant, carrying an indescribable viciousness. Meeting eyes like that was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
Schiller did not react to his attitude. He merely sat in the chair beside the bed and looked at him. "I can guarantee Batman won't learn anything we say to each other. I think you can tell me what happened back then."
Jason seemed to lapse back into a daze. But after sitting still for a while, he reached for the glass of water on the bedside table.
Schiller handed him the glass. He drank an entire