If Schiller were to do a psychological profile of Batman in the comics, his greatest trait would not be caution, wisdom, or strategic planning, but suspicion.
Batman never fully trusts anyone.
His spirit of skepticism has become a school of its own; skepticism and conspiracy theories are ingrained in his bones. He is as intelligent as he is suspicious.
Schiller's answer clearly plunged this young Batman into extreme doubt.
Bruce had never thought that anyone could see through his heart. He had great confidence in his disguise. Even Old Butler Alfred, who had raised him since childhood, he felt only understood a part of him, not the whole.
But this Professor, this refined Psychology Professor who looked completely like an ordinary person, gave him the most unlikely answer, yet also the most accurate and incisive one.
It was not until the moment he received this answer that the surge and fervor within Bruce told him he had indeed been waiting for someone to give him this answer—it was time to begin his revenge.
However, compared to the answer itself, the person who gave it made his newly ignited vengeful blood feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured over it. Bruce did not believe, never believed, that anyone could, purely through Psychology, see the hidden devils in his heart, that group of shadowy Batman.
Schiller, however, said, "Consultation time is up. I have to go to class now. Goodbye, Mr. Wayne."
Schiller believed Bruce would definitely be conflicted for a long time.
If he figured it out and quickly transformed into Batman to uphold justice, then he shouldn't be in class. What else does Bruce have to learn? Why does he have to make trouble for these diligent faculty members?
Schiller felt he would most likely figure it out, and then those gangs and criminal organizations would be enough to give him a headache. That way, Schiller could happily slack off with pay at school, and at worst, fly to Hawaii for vacation.
Schiller had a good reputation at school because of his great name, but that was all the original owner's resume. Schiller adhered to the principle of "do as much as you're paid for." He would start lecturing as soon as he sat down in class and disappear the moment the bell rang. After-class questions? Non-existent.
He had been like this for these five days. Fortunately, the original Schiller also seemed quite reclusive and had few friends. His appointment as a Professor at Gotham University was only a few months ago, and he wasn't very familiar with the people at school. Therefore, the transmigration Schiller didn't reveal any flaws.
During dinner that afternoon, Peter sent a message: "Mr. Schiller, everything is terrible."
It was accompanied by a frustrated emoji. Schiller knew that this chat system was not a brain-to-brain communication. Only he used the system, while Peter had coincidentally met an online friend, and Charles had received the message while browsing educational forums in his spare time.
The system would convert conversations with these characters into a format they could accept. For example, Peter communicated through online social software, and Charles through knowledge-based forums. If it were Thanos, it might be something like a cosmic network signal.
So the other party wouldn't feel abrupt, and the system only guaranteed they would answer Schiller's first question. After that, Schiller had to manage the conversation himself, so Schiller's main chat partner now was the young, ignorant, and naive Little Spider.
For an old fox like Charles, Schiller would not easily probe without full confidence.
Schiller replied, "What's wrong, Peter? Not going well with Gwen?"
"Oh, it's certainly not going well, but 'terrible' doesn't refer to that."
"Then what is it? You didn't mess up an experiment, did you?"
"Sort of. I knocked over a very dangerous-looking experimental apparatus, and a... dangerous creature inside escaped. I was also bitten by it."
Schiller knew that Spider-Man's fate had been partially altered by chatting with him. Through their conversations, he knew the person on the other side was Spider-Man from the 616 comic Main Universe. Originally, this high school student should have been bitten while attending an exhibition, but because Peter fell for Gwen, he would constantly confide in Schiller about how charming and lovely his classmate Gwen was. Schiller was greatly annoyed by this chatterbox, so he gave him advice on how to pursue Gwen.
Gwen came from a good family and found an internship at Osborn Group during the summer. This originally had nothing to do with Peter, but Schiller advised him to be a bit thick-skinned and apply for the same internship. Peter's grades were excellent, and he actually got the internship. As a result, he wasn't bitten by an exhibition spider this time, but directly by a spider from an experimental apparatus at Osborn Group...
Anyway, he was destined to be bitten, because Spider-Man was chosen by the Weaver in the spider-totem. If not today, then tomorrow. He had to take that bite one way or another. Schiller comforted the poor Little Spider and then went back to sleep.
The night in Gotham was deep and thick, perfect for sleeping. Bruce stayed awake all night, looking at the almost shapeless moon in the thick fog, holding a stack of files in his hand. The name on the first page was Schiller Andale Rodriguez.
Schiller was completely unaware that he had been thoroughly investigated by Batman. In his deep sleep, he heard a system alarm, but he was too deeply asleep. Unbeknownst to him, a blue light swept across—
The system's alarm became more frequent. Schiller still did not wake up. Something seemed to be hindering the system. Finally, after a burst of chaotic sounds, Schiller's figure directly disappeared.
"Emergency protection system activated. Locating Universe... Locating Universe... Receiving Universe confirmed. Identity information writing... Writing in progress... Writing failed... Writing in progress... Writing successful."
Waking up again, Schiller rubbed his eyes, instantly blinded by the sunlight. What the hell, Gotham City actually had a sunny day?
He pulled open the curtains—outside was a sunny... New York City.
Unlike Gotham's awful weather, New York was clear and sunny, very bright even in the early morning. Schiller looked out the window and found that he should be in a high-end apartment in downtown New York City. He turned around and saw a messy pile of things on his desk, along with a wine bottle. Under the wine bottle was a work ID.
"Schiller, New York Presbyterian Hospital psychiatrist... and attending physician? I've transmigrated again?"
Damn it, Schiller thought. Before he could curse, his phone rang. He picked it up, and a loud voice on the other end said, "Dr. Schiller! Where have you been! You absolutely cannot miss today's joint consultation! Are you drunk again?! Please come immediately!"
Schiller's ears hurt from the ringing, but then he remembered he was a Doctor now. In such an urgent situation, a patient might be in critical condition. Since he was already here, he had to do the work.
Schiller immediately grabbed his credentials, went downstairs to find a car. There was no reason for such a high-end apartment not to have a car. He found a relatively new Mercedes in the downstairs garage that matched his car key. He pressed it, and it really opened.
Thanks to Schiller's academic exchange in New York in his previous life, he used the car's navigation to reach Elders Hospital, New York's largest hospital, as quickly as possible.
As soon as he entered, the girl at the front desk quickly ran over and said, "Dr. Schiller, please hurry, the joint consultation has already begun."
Schiller didn't know what his current persona was, but he just nodded indifferently and went up.
Fortunately, someone led the way. Schiller arrived at the conference room. When they saw him, the conference room quieted down for a moment, then continued their discussion. Schiller sat in the seat specially reserved for him, observing quietly.
It seemed he should be a famous Doctor, and among the top few in his department. The people sitting opposite were clearly not from Psychiatry. One of the Doctors seemed arrogant. He said, "Indeed, it makes sense to let those experts who pretend to be mystics go first, lest he feign madness again and try to grope the Nurse on the operating table."
Schiller looked at his name tag: Stephen, Stephen Strange, Doctor Strange. Well, he was in Marvel again.
Schiller couldn't be bothered with him. Judging by Strange's appearance, he was still far from his car accident. Right now, he was just an extremely self-serving and annoying jerk, disliked by everyone.
Schiller silently read the medical records. Strange, however, found him an eyesore. For no other reason than Schiller clearly had been drinking the day before and was late for the consultation the next day. Strange was a bit of a germaphobe and couldn't stand Schiller's unprofessional attitude. Moreover, he had always felt that all psychologists were charlatans. In short, he thoroughly disliked Schiller.
During the meeting, he constantly picked on Schiller, but Schiller just recited from the book and ignored him. After the meeting, Strange even deliberately bumped into him.
Schiller was greatly annoyed by him, but he thought that Strange would eventually learn his lesson, and it was probably only a few years until his accident. If he weren't so annoying, Schiller might have reminded him, but now, Strange could just go through the plot the hard way himself.
As soon as the consultation ended, Schiller opened his phone and received a call. The voice on the other end was very pleasant, but a bit anxious. She asked, "Dr. Schiller, has your consultation ended? Can you come to Stark Tower now? Tony is not doing well..."
Tony Stark?
What time should this be? Was Iron Man kidnapped? Or had he already returned?
Schiller didn't even have time to go online and check. The Stark Company car had already been dispatched to the hospital's ground floor. He could only quickly get in the car. A beautiful woman with a business-like demeanor sat in the passenger seat. She said, "Ever since Tony came back, you know, he was like this during the last diagnosis. He started having baseless tantrums and doing crazy things. I heard him crying last night..."
"Miss Pepper? Are you alright?" Schiller asked tentatively. Pepper covered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, but please be sure to put your heart into this treatment."
Schiller understood. This should be after Iron Man was kidnapped and returned. Then he learned that his company's weapons were being used in unjust wars, and he, Schiller, was probably the psychologist Pepper hired out of excessive worry during Stark's psychological struggles.
