After bandaging Arkham Batman's wounds, Schiller returned to his office and sat down. Although he still had more than half the script left to memorize, he chose to nervously play with his phone instead, chatting and trading memes with the directing team in their group chat.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door. Without looking up, Schiller called out, "Come in."
When he looked up, he saw Arkham Batman. The guy moved silently and incredibly fast. The instant he entered, he somehow darted to Schiller's side and saw his phone screen.
"You're chatting?"
Schiller nodded, not feeling particularly offended. After all, there was nothing important in that group besides memes and emojis.
"I thought your universe didn't have the Internet."
"The school really doesn't." Schiller said, "The Internet in our universe is relatively advanced. Some cities have already connected to the Interstellar Internet. Because of that, we strictly limit minors' screen time to prevent them from being influenced by harmful information. Even though some students are adults, the Sorcerer Supreme believes that overly abundant Internet content could interfere with their studies, so the school has no Internet connection. What I'm using now is the faculty intranet."
"I see." Arkham Batman nodded. "By the way, have you found your missing mirror?"
"You came here just to ask that?"
"Isn't it pretty suspicious for something to go missing from the school hospital?"
Schiller immediately knew Batman's detective obsession had flared up again. After thinking it over, he said, "How about this? If you can help me recover the mirror, I can give you a reward. What do you want?"
"I don't have that kind of skill." Arkham Batman said. "Anyone who could steal something from a magic academy wouldn't be ordinary. Even if I found him, I might not be