After Schiller walked into the room, Batman followed. When Schiller entered, the children looked somewhat frightened, but when Batman came in, they all shrank into the corners, staring in terror at the strange man in the black bodysuit.
"Cobblepot, these are the children you rescued?" Schiller swept his gaze over all of them and said, "Their condition is worse than I imagined. They should eat more."
"They've been eating their fill these past few days. Give them another two weeks, and they'll return to normal," Cobblepot said expressionlessly.
Batman shook his head. "That's impossible. Every one of them is severely malnourished. They have wounds, and they're about to become infected. They need to go to the hospital."
"This is what Gotham's children are like." Cobblepot did not even look at Batman. He merely said in an even tone, "Hunger and injuries are nothing. As long as they're alive and have enough food and safe shelter, they'll recover quickly."
"You'll make them miss the best window for treatment," Batman said. "It will affect their growth and development, and it could leave permanent scars."
"As long as it's not a disability that affects mobility, it doesn't matter," Cobblepot said with a frown.
Batman stared at him in silence, the displeasure on his face plainly visible. Suddenly, Cobblepot grew a little agitated. His lips trembled as he said, "Stop spreading that useless sympathy around, rich boy. Stay away from us... Get out!"
"Calm down, Cobblepot." Schiller stepped forward and patted Cobblepot on the shoulder. "For the sake of him being a rich boy, just ignore his stupid nonsense."
"I'm only stating perfectly normal medical knowledge that everyone should know." Batman's tone rose slightly. "Malnutrition lowers immunity. Extreme hunger damages their stomachs and intestines. This hard bread could cause blockages or vomiting."
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