The good news was that it was Deranged, not the agent.
The bad news was that it was Deranged, not the agent.
Batman walked in and calmly shook the other man's hand. Jason looked up at him and asked, "You know him?"
"Yes. I'd heard much about you."
"I apologize for my troublesome twin brother." Schiller smiled. "He was too young when he entered law enforcement, so he inevitably lacks tact. But he is only doing his duty. I hope you won't take it to heart."
Jason snorted. "He's completely insane!"
Batman's lips twitched. He had clearly exerted tremendous effort to swallow the words that had nearly escaped. He sat down on the other side of the hospital bed and looked at Schiller. "Sir, why are you here?"
"First, I came to apologize to Mr. Todd. After all, he was shot, and I don't consider that a fair bullet. Naturally, someone must be held responsible. Besides, I heard that District Attorney Harvey Dent suffered a sudden misfortune. As a legal professional, I deeply regret the fall of another star."
"It's fine. I told you, as long as you help me secure the defense group's orders, the next District Attorney position is yours." Jason raised his chin slightly. "Maybe one day, you'll even get to personally try your brother in court."
Batman's hand tightened slightly for an instant. He struggled to suppress the urge to slap this dead kid and smiled. "I see. It's just that Wayne Enterprises has no intention of..."
"Gotham has more than just Wayne Enterprises, and there are presidential candidates besides Bruce Wayne." Schiller lifted his glass of water. His tone was always calm and slow, almost hypnotic. Jason was visibly growing drowsy, yet he still fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to hear what Schiller