It turned out that when people were speechless, they really did laugh.
The moment Victor walked in, he saw Schiller sitting alone on the sofa, laughing. He immediately found it a little creepy and even began considering whether he should call the police.
Nothing seemed to have happened yet, but something might happen soon. If he called the police now, they could avoid getting stuck in the morning rush hour.
He leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong, Schiller?"
"Nothing." Schiller came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "I just realized my luck is as bad as ever."
Victor looked puzzled. Schiller did not elaborate.
Schiller thought it over carefully. He felt there was only one circumstance in which Batman would believe Bruce Wayne could save himself: Bruce Wayne had already succeeded in saving himself.
In other words, this Batman he had encountered might be one of the exceedingly rare Batmen in the countless universes of the Multiverse who had truly escaped the shadows of the past on his own and returned to being a normal person.
All he could say was that his luck had never been good. Nearly every Batman he encountered was a rare breed, and this one was practically a Golden Flash.
So what could Schiller use against this kind of Batman?
The truth was, he had no good method. A psychologist's tricks mostly worked only on people with psychological problems. If someone had no mental issues, then physical methods were usually the only option.
But using physical methods against Batman was about as difficult as using them against Superman. At least Superman had Kryptonite as a weakness. Batman, on the other hand, was practically untargetable.
This Batman and Main Universe Batman were two extremes: one was completely healed, while the other had absolutely