American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

During the winter vacation, the faculty apartments and doctoral student apartments of Gotham University were still open, and most of the labs continued to work. Schiller had only Gotham University faculty apartments in the entire Gotham City, and no other houses. , so when the holiday was announced, he had nowhere to go and continued to stay in the school's office to write papers.

The results of the University of Gotham's psychology department were not very satisfactory, which made his evaluation score not very high, so he had to try to post a few more articles to improve the score of this experience on his resume.

Most of the students at Gotham University are idle and very loose, and most of the people live in the local area. Gotham is not too big, and most of the students are in a state of being on call.

Bruce took advantage of the holiday time to organize the psychology club. He seems to have a lot of enthusiasm for it, but it is no wonder that because he needs to disguise, his test scores can only be regarded as mid-range, but he also has a lot of enthusiasm. I am very eager to learn some skills from Schiller, so it is a good choice to organize clubs with the ability to banknotes.

On this day, Bruce was holding the materials prepared by the club and planned to give it to Schiller. He stood at the door of Schiller's office. Before he could knock on the door, he heard the voice of a phone call inside.

"...Have you considered a frontal lobectomy? Inhumane? Could it be humane to let him run wild in the hospital? What happened to Mrs. Adela? Still refusing to wear a straitjacket?... Well, let me introduce you to a few A gangster thug from Mary Street, let them go there to work as nurses, and it's done in a few moments..."

"That Noffman also refused to receive treatment? He didn't take medicine? I read his medical records before. He has a grudge against the local gangster. Later I will call their boss and ask the leader to greet him. For a moment, he will definitely be happy to cooperate with you..."

"...Don't worry about those drunks, if they are sick, alcohol will tell them... Someone came to sell alcohol? Vodka delivered medicine? I remember that Douglas under your command used to work for Gotham's largest liquor dealer, let He wrote a letter to his former boss's mansion and said that the godfather told him not to sell alcohol to the mental hospital, because he thought those people weren't crazy enough?"

"The patient in the back alley of Elk Street, he is a dispute over the inheritance of the family's property. You don't have to get involved in this mess, just let them solve it by themselves. We accept lunatics here, but we don't accept poor people with bad stomachs..."

"Tomorrow I'll bring my students there. You hold on for one more day, what?... No, your worries are a bit unnecessary. One of the students I brought is the son of Gotham's godfather, and the other..."

At this time, the door suddenly opened by itself. Schiller looked back and saw Bruce standing at the door. He said, "...The other is the richest man in the world."

At this point, after listening to the content of the call, Bruce especially wanted to say that he still didn't want to go.

This Professor Schiller sounds too much like a crazy doctor.

Putting down the phone and seeing Bruce froze there, Schiller said, "Come in, I have provided you with a good internship opportunity, for the sake of your good management of the club."

Bruce pursed his lips, then opened his mouth, hesitated, and said, "Your treatment style is quite different from what I imagined..."

"What do you imagine? It's like giving you a class, talking at length to patients, telling them the psychological knowledge written in the textbook?"

"...Isn't it? At least it shouldn't be..."

At least it shouldn't be to call the gangster and let the gangster threaten, right? Bruce thought, is this psychotherapy? This is physical therapy!

Shiller shook his head. "Criminal psychology is a type of applied psychology, and the focus of applied psychology is application, not psychology."

"If it was in the Metropolis, I might try to have a good talk with them, but this is Gotham, and most of the mentally ill people in Arkham Asylum were forcibly sent in after a failed gang fight."

"What about the other half?"

"Drinkers who drank their brains, drug addicts who took drugs to the point of insanity, and people who took the initiative to avoid vendettas."

"Isn't there a mental patient?"

Schiller put his hands on his hips, tapped the table with his hands, and said, "In a large mental hospital, why build a small mental hospital for mental patients?"

Bruce wanted to answer, but after thinking about it carefully, what Schiller said seemed very reasonable. Gotham doesn't need a mental hospital at all. Everyone here is mentally ill, and there are not many normal people.

"And what can I do? Cure the mental illness? Let them be positive and optimistic, and become a kind and normal person? After being discharged from the hospital, they can be sent directly to the crematorium. Anyway, they will not live for three days..."

Bruce asked, "How is Jonathan?"

"Go see him yourself tomorrow," said Schiller.

Bruce sat across from him and said, "I've been thinking about that proposal recently, and I think I do need a solid base. It should be a complex, a prison, a warehouse, a monitoring room and a laboratory."

"And I'm going to build a comprehensive surveillance system to cover the whole of Gotham City, and after Rainey inspired me before, I think I can also design a special pattern for myself to let people know who I am and know them. Who should I turn to?"

"Have you considered?"

"Bats, of course bats."

"I know it's a bat. What I'm asking is, do you really want to fight with this city to the end?"

Schiller tapped the tip of his pen on the table and said, "Now you have room to fall back, and Batman is just a weird vigilante, but once you start taking full control of the city, it gives everyone a call to fight criminals. If you have the chance, then you will have no way out.”

"When people know that there is a mysterious and powerful hero that they can call around, one day they will take it for granted as part of their life, and you will be involved in some unimaginable things. Go in the middle of trouble, and at that time, even if you want to throw it away, it's impossible."

"I think I'm ready, but what makes me doubt right now is if I'm capable of doing it," Bruce said.

Schiller got up and started, clearing up the papers on the desk, saying, "Of course you have, and you're more than capable of doing it all."

"Why do you always seem to have confidence in me?"

"Because you're Batman."

After speaking, Schiller stood up and left.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce set off from Gotham University and drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

Originally, Evans had to come to the school to meet them first, but there were some problems in Falcone's industry that his son needed to deal with. He had to start the internship two days later, so only Schiller and Schiller were left. bruce.

Taking Batman to Arkham Asylum for an internship sounds a bit weird, but in fact, the Arkham Asylum in this period was not a paradise for lunatic people who were born in large numbers. Most are not really mentally ill.

Because of this, the original attending doctor Brand has been driven crazy. He is an old classmate of Schiller, who came only two months earlier than Schiller. In his words, the inaugural experience of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was The biggest hurdle in his life.

As Schiller drove, he recalled what Brand told him yesterday about the current situation in the mental hospital. The car had not been far from the university when it was blocked on the road.

A straight road of less than 200 meters took almost half an hour to drive. Schiller thought that New York was already blocked enough, but he did not expect Gotham to be even better during the peak hours.

The basic traffic rule of Gotham is that life and death depend on fate and wealth. Most of the people here drive with a car that is valuable but not life. The only function of traffic lights here is to entertain people in traffic jams. The role of traffic signs And only get kicked when people get road rage.

In the past, since Schiller worked and lived in Gotham University, he basically relied on walking to go out. He never drove on the streets of Gotham during peak hours.

When the car crossed the straight road and entered the turntable, a wave of cars passed, Schiller did not move, another wave of cars passed, Schiller still did not move, and when the cars on the turntable turned around, Schiller still did not move.

"Er...Professor, are you going to...I mean, when are you going to go?"

"I'm on the light, can't you see it?"

"But..." Bruce was speechless for a moment, he said, "Are you not familiar with Gotham's traffic rules?"

"Of course not, I just read the Metropolitan driver's manual yesterday."

"But that's Metropolis, there's no such thing in Gotham."

"Then have you ever thought about..." Schiller stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel, "It's just because there is no it, it will be blocked like this!!!"

Bruce touched his ears and moved his body to the side.

Eventually they gave up driving, climbed to the tallest building nearby, and passed by in the Wayne's helicopter.

When they arrived at the mental hospital, Brand came out to pick them up. He was a fat doctor. He looked good-tempered and always smiled, but now he looked a little haggard. After he saw Schiller, he hugged him warmly. After a while, he shook hands with Bruce again, and he said, "You guys are so early, I thought it was afternoon."

"We left in the morning."

"Because of this, I think you might be blocked until the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to be so fast." He said to Schiller as he walked, "The advice you gave is really helpful. I feel that I am not here to cure. sick, but when the judge comes to decide the case.”

"How are the patients?"

"Patient? Oh, patient..." Brand said.

"Patients who can fill up two bottles of whisky and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes after taking the medicine, they are very good. They even opened an order in the warehouse in the basement the night before, betting when I will leave."

Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "Never mind, Gotham is like that."

Brand showed a wry smile and said, "If I had any other way, I wouldn't come here."

"Am I the same?"

Brand shook his head and said, "The two of us are different. I'm hiding from the enemy, although you are too, but in fact, if you don't..."

Speaking of which, he glanced at Bruce, then shut up. Bruce's curiosity immediately rose, and it seemed that Dr. Brand seemed to know something about Professor Schiller's past.

"Okay, let's get to work," Schiller said.

Brand pushed open the door of his office and said, "I'm sorry you used my office. The facilities in this hospital are relatively old, so it's not bad here."

"The main problem now is that after the new police chief takes office, many prisoners who have been tried by him will need a psychiatric identification certificate, and many will directly reserve beds here."

"There are too many people and the ingredients are too complicated. The doctors and nurses here are too busy."

Brand showed an ugly expression and said: "You know, those people have a lot of trouble on them, and this week, the windows of the hospital were smashed 18 times, and at least a dozen people came in. Killers of different factions, four people died, one of them was a hapless security guard, not to mention those who were desperately transporting marijuana and high alcohol in it..."

"It seems that the situation is not optimistic, but it doesn't matter, I can spend the whole winter vacation here, and there will always be improvement." Schiller said.

Bruce couldn't help feeling a little chill on his back.