thefictionvixens Chapter 1449 The flying bird and its return (1)
Chapter 1449 The flying bird and its return (1)
The elevator door of Schiller's high tower opened, and Arrogance walked out slowly. He adjusted the cufflinks on his wrists, walked towards his room, opened the door, and walked to the desk to sort out the things on the desk. , I heard someone knocking on the door with a familiar rhythm.
"Please come in."
Greedy opened the door a little, but did not walk in. He put a box on the door cabinet, gestured to Pride and said: "Your friend came to see you two hours ago and you were not here. This is his Gifts, I sent them goodbye.”
After saying that, he closed the door, frowned arrogantly, packed up the desk first, then walked to the cabinet by the door, took the box and came to the sofa.
The black box has a matte bat logo printed on its surface, which is the symbol of Batman in the main universe. Schiller opened the lid and found a book wrapped in dark blue paper inside.
After Schiller opened it, he saw that the title of the book - "The Collection of Flying Birds" - was written in cursive English on the cover.
Schiller gently ran his thumb over the protruding part of the gilded text. After opening the book, he discovered that there was a letter sandwiched between the first and second pages of the text.
Schiller did not open the letter first, but glanced at the covered part of the envelope, which was a poem about birds.
“The birds of summer fly to my window and sing, then fly away again.
They had nothing to sing about the yellow leaves of autumn, they just sighed and fell there. "
Schiller's fingertips ran over that simple line of text, which was too simple and light compared to Batman's heart.
Schiller had never thought that "The Birds" would be something Batman would read. This collection of clear and bright poems would seem out of place even if it appeared on the bookshelf of Wayne Manor.
Schiller took the book and envelope back to the desk and sat down. After turning on the desk lamp, Schiller picked up the seam ripper and opened the thin wax seal. The letter paper inside also had a bat logo printed on it.
"Greetings to you, Dr. Rodriguez, has the winter passed in your place? I am writing this letter to you on the frozen Gotham River, conveying my thoughts as cold and frozen as the morning mist on this solemn winter day.
The half of the equation I handed you was the result of joint research between me and my friends from another world. The chance encounter between the two of us came from you, and that is what you deserve.
But in recent days, I have discovered the powerful power of this equation, so I have to tell you to keep it safe, although I know there is no place safer than your brain.
Regrettably, my universe is far from so peaceful. A powerful enemy and overlord in the universe felt the power of the equation and paid attention to the earth and me. I have begun to investigate him.
If you have any news or intelligence about the name "Darkseid", please tell me carefully in your reply. I know you do, so I sent you a book as a gift in return. I hope you like it.
And another bad news, after the time in my universe went back, the clown was hiding in the darkness as always, trying to make his powerful enemy fall in mid-air, but this time he set his sights on the bat nest.
My four Robins and Batgirl were all shrouded in his dark and ferocious gaze, but the Justice League was overwhelmed by powerful enemies in the universe, and so was I.
We agreed that our first job was to prevent Darkseid from gaining access to the Equation.
Here, I have to ask you that while I am setting my sights on the universe, I can send the birds to your universe so that I have no worries.
To Dr. "
Schiller read the letter carefully, and Batman's words were still concise and powerful without losing literary beauty.
Schiller discovered in his first few communications with Batman of the main universe that he is not a boring and rigid person. On the contrary, Bruce Wayne of the main universe is very artistic and does not speak too much for the sake of efficiency as the public thinks. A social mute in one word.
Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it sentiment. The fact is that Batman's writing is vivid and powerful, and can even be called lively and interesting. The trivial matters in the bat lair he describes have some Mark Twain-style humor.
After Schiller read the letter, he had already prepared the wording of rejection in his mind. It didn't mean that he was unwilling to contact the Bat Family. No matter how difficult the Robins were to deal with, they couldn't be as difficult as Batman himself. He regarded Batman as After graduating from teaching, there are still a few birds left.
However, in Schiller's plan, he will be committed to restoring his previous social circle in the future, so that he may travel between the New World and the Old World and participate in social activities.
He would first go to Washington to attend an academic conference on sociology, then go to Montreal to attend the birthday party of his former professor, and then go to London to attend a private party of an old friend, and then flit between Bordeaux and Paris, and... It is possible to go to Sicily to visit the old godfather and not have time to take care of the children.
But at this moment, Schiller saw another sentence below the last speech. The handwriting was more continuous than the content above. It looked like Batman had added it in a hurry. It read:
"Doctor, you have thousands of reasons to pull this dark city out of the abyss, but when it falls again with great force, you have only one reason to never let go, and that is to allow your children to be exposed to the sun. Sunbathing, me too.
I hope you will feel the sincerity of a father when your sunshine melts the ice floes on the Gotham River.
Batman, stay on a winter day. "
Schiller stared at each word of these sentences. He thought that when he faced a living person, he could always see his complexity from all aspects. This complexity brought fresh vitality to outline his life. A three-dimensional image.
Batman seems to always be cautious, but his caution does not lead to cowardice and hesitation, nor does he feel inferior because of it. In other words, people always see too much of his caution, but fail to see his almost crazy boldness and Decisiveness comes from his confidence in his own judgment.
Obviously, Batman believes that based on the last paragraph alone, Schiller will definitely agree to him and take good care of his Robins. This comes from his understanding and analysis of Schiller's personality and behavior patterns.
His analysis was right, Schiller thought, and his words had succeeded in impressing him, so he deleted the wording of rejection that he had already prepared in his mind.
But Schiller has no intention of changing his social plans, and it is not in line with his social norms to refuse the scheduled banquet now, but it doesn't matter, anyway, no one among the birds from the main universe knows who he is, and they will only go to the bats. Xia.
So Schiller sat at his desk and wrote a reply to Batman.
"Having received your letter and gift, my thoughts are as follows:
The winter here is almost over. Rodriguez Manor is not close to the Gotham River, but the children passing by my door returned disappointed with their skates. I thought the ice had melted.
The equation is safe, and there is enough information about Darkseid to be compiled into a book. I will send it to you with the letter. However, the situations in the two universes are different, so you should check carefully.
When you were working in the Justice League, the Joker was a threat to any member of the Bat-family. I understand your desire to ensure their safety, but I have to regretfully tell you——
I will be very busy in the next period of time, so if you expect me to provide them with psychological counseling, I am afraid it is doomed to fail.
But if you just want them to take refuge here, then you can just ask Mr. Allen to send them to Wayne Manor, and the Batman of this universe will take care of them.
What you brought me is not bad news, but I have to tell you the best news that has happened recently. Batman achieved very good results in a recent exam..."
While Schiller was writing at his desk in the tower of his mind, Dick, Jason and Tim were walking side by side by the Gotham River under the sunset.
"Let me just say that the sun is not necessarily a good thing. In the past years, the ice on the river could last at least another month." Jason said with some disappointment, holding a pair of skates in his hand.
On both sides of the road, there were many children who were as disappointed as them. Their shoes stepped on the cracks between the bricks, leaving wet water marks on the remaining withered grass, leaving intermittent trails in the sunset.
"Go back to eat." Tim tightened his thick scarf and breathed out a breath of white mist. He sniffed as if he was a little cold, and then said: "I bet Ah Fu must have warmed it up on the fireplace in advance." For vegetable soup and black rice cakes, I’m going to spread a whole dinner knife with cheese.”
Dick's Adam's apple also moved. He put his hands into his pockets, lowered his head and counted the cracks in the bricks and said: "After dinner, I have to go to ballet class, and then come back to do my French homework..."
"Why do you have to learn French to learn ballet?" Jason frowned and kicked the gravel on the ground with the front end of his boot.
Tim snorted coldly and said, "Because ballet originated in France, many professional terms are in French, and Dick's ballet teacher Sylvia is also French."
"I'm so annoyed." Jason changed the skates to another hand and said, "It's okay if Thomas doesn't come, but now I have to go play football with those wealthy kids on weekends. I'm really afraid of them. They fell into their mother’s arms and cried.”
Tim chuckled and shrugged, "Fortunately, my dad let me learn everything I need to learn."
"Don't forget that you still have to feed the pony." Dick reminded immediately: "Thomas is exaggerating. We have a whole horse farm."
"Yeah, it's not such a big place, and the horse that was frightened by Aisha would hit the wall and die."
The three of them all laughed up and down, obviously remembering the chaos that happened when they took Aisha to the racecourse last weekend.
"Did Bruce take Elsa to see the school?" Jason asked.
"Otherwise, what has he been busy with lately?"
"Then which elementary school does he want Elsa to go to?"
"Thomas definitely wants Elsa to go to the girls' school in Portash. He will say that Martha graduated from there. Every teacher there has the title of senior clergy, nun or something."
"It's better to let Bruce donate money to rebuild a statue of Jesus for them, which is harder than the children's slide. Otherwise, no amount of nuns can avert God's wrath."
They started to laugh again and walked back to Wayne Manor not far away from here along the streets of the wealthy area of the Gotham River. There was hot soup waiting for them in the fireplace. Tim wiped the black rice cake with his dining knife. Loads of cheese.
After they were both wearing only their shirts and working up a sweat, they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace and began to speculate on how much it would cost Bruce to appease God's wrath if Elsa's future elementary school replaced a statue of Jesus every week. .
After a while, Dick went out for class. The three-hour ballet class allowed him to vent his energy. He was a little tired and fell asleep in the car. When the driver woke him up, in Wayne Manor A warm light appeared at the end of the dark road.
Dick yawned and got out of the car, picked up his dance equipment from the seat on the other side and lazily walked back to the hall.
Then I saw Bruce holding Aisha and talking to several strangers in the living room.
One of them was wearing a blue and purple uniform, one was wearing a red hood, one was wearing a red and green uniform, a small boy, and a young lady with two pointed ears on the hood.
Their conversation made some noise, and it looked like they were arguing. Both Jason and Tim were missing. They might have gone to a classmate's house to do homework together and hadn't returned yet.
As soon as Dick walked in, everyone's eyes fell on him.