American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Schiller, who was standing at the door, slowly narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, the Flash with the freezing gun in his hand realized that he might have said something wrong, he immediately smiled twice, took a step back and said: "Sorry, I got the wrong person, I'm leaving now..."

After speaking, the light of Speed ​​Force covered his body, but in the next second, the huge white wings directly slapped him to the ground.

Lucifer, who had just come downstairs, was still in his pajamas, looked impatiently at the group of people upstairs and said, "My dear neighbors, you don't sleep at night, are you rehearsing plays here? ... Schiller ,Why are you here?"

"It's a long story." Schiller walked down the stairs using an umbrella as a crutch, turned his eyes to the Flash who was slapped on the ground by Lucifer, tapped the ground beside him with the tip of his umbrella, and said Lucifer said: "Catch him, I have something to ask him."

Lucifer maintained his original posture, but the speed force brilliance that had just pervaded Flash disappeared. Flash lay on the ground, hammered the ground with his fist, and then turned his head to show Schiller an eight-toothed Said with a smile.

"Professor, you must be curious about the future, right? Then let me..."

"I'm more curious about your thesis."

The Flash squeezed out a cry from his throat, and lay down on the ground dejectedly. Schiller turned his head to look at the previous Barry, and asked, "I remember you said that the Flash has infinite time."

"Almost." Barry also walked down the steps, stood beside this cosmic body, squatted down and looked at him, and said, "The flow of time in the Speed ​​Force is different from the outside world, because the speed is too fast, so maybe you feel It's only been a second, but I've done what I've done for a year."

"It's unbelievable for the Flash to be late. No matter what we do, we have plenty of time."

The Flash lying on the ground immediately looked up and stared at him, as if saying, "How could you betray me?"

"Stand up," said Schiller, tapping the ground again with the tip of his umbrella.

The Flash sighed, got up from the ground, and patted the ashes off his body. He wasn't wearing a uniform, but a sweater and jeans. His face was younger than Barry's in uniform, or his demeanor and facial muscles appear younger.

"Grade?" Schiller asked.

"Just entered my junior year."

"What direction?"

"Criminal investigation information investigation and physical evidence technology science."

"I said the direction of psychology."

"A Chronological Psychology Direction in Basic Psychology."

"What about the specific research direction?"

"Research on Time Perception and Time Personality."

Schiller frowned slightly, he looked at Barry and said, "You are studying criminal investigation, why do you want to study time psychology?"

The Flash glanced left and right, then looked up at Schiller again, muttered and said nothing, then he looked at Schiller expectantly and said, "Professor, why don't I tell you about the future first?"

"You should finish your thesis first."

After finishing speaking, Schiller reached out and patted Barry who was standing next to him and said, "You can also use the Speed ​​Force, so the time you two should be in the Speed ​​Force should be the same. Now, enter the Speed ​​Force and watch him use the Speed ​​Force." The thesis is finished."

The eyes of the two Flashes widened together. Among them, the Flash from the future of this universe looked at Schiller's increasingly unfriendly eyes, and shrank his neck. Just as he was about to say the excuse of rejection, Schiller interrupted. He said

"Didn't you say that the first draft can be handed in tomorrow? This means that you should have finished at least half of it. You shouldn't be the kind of bad student who starts to make up homework crazily the night before the deadline, right?"

"I...probably not."

Seeing Schiller's eyes fixed on him, the expression on Flash's face gradually turned to sadness. He hammered his arm and sighed, "Okay, I'll write now."

After finishing speaking, the Speed ​​Force's light spread again, and Barry, who was standing beside Schiller, also entered the Speed ​​Force, and the Speed ​​Force of the two also connected. After flashing for about three seconds, the Flash suddenly had more in his hand. a few sheets of paper.

The Flash stepped forward and handed the bundle of papers to Schiller, but Schiller looked at Barry in the Flash uniform, looked at his slightly haggard face and asked, "How long did it take him?"

"Not long." Barry squinted at his young self, and twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

When Schiller took the paper, he looked at The Flash as if to say "don't think I don't know what you did".

Then he starts looking down at The Flash's paper, which is handwritten and very neatly written, which isn't much of a plus given that The Flash has almost unlimited time.

To Schiller's surprise, the Flash from the future actually wrote a good thesis.

Although there are no innovative results, it is not easy to gather and demonstrate the knowledge of predecessors in this direction of my research at the undergraduate level.

When reading the first few pages, Schiller also felt that maybe it was because the Flash had more time than others, but the more he turned back, the more he felt that the papers written by the Flash were really good. Yes, but have their own opinions, and at the same time express them very clearly.

When turning to the last few pages, the surprise and satisfaction in Schiller's heart have been replaced by another emotion, which is a very complicated emotion. If it must be summed up in the simplest language, it is "On the other hand... "

After reading it, Schiller handed the paper back to Flash and gave some words of encouragement, but he didn't see any surprised expression on Flash's face.

This is actually not normal, because Schiller is a relatively strict teacher. Because of his high requirements, very few students can meet his requirements, and very few students can get praise. If anyone gets his praise, I can't wait to boast that the whole world knows it.

Even Evans, Schiller's favorite student, did not develop the ability to remain calm in the face of Schiller's praise until the late senior year.

Flash's performance like this shows that he has probably been praised by Schiller more than once, which also shows that his usual grades are not bad, at least he must be much better than someone else.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt more and more breathless in his chest, but he was not good at attacking the Flash.

Schiller always preferred students with good academic performance, so he just patted Flash on the arm and said, "Your parents are safe here, there is no danger, you can go back."

After Flash left with Professor Speed, who was frozen into ice, Barry followed Schiller and went downstairs. He looked at Schiller's expression, and said with some doubts: "What's wrong? Professor? You don't seem very happy. ? Haven't we solved a big problem?"

Then, he crossed his arms quite proudly and said, "It seems that I in this universe have good academic performance. Of course, if he is your student, he must be a famous teacher who gave birth to an excellent apprentice."

Schiller's footsteps paused, and suddenly he turned his head and looked at Barry from head to toe. Barry's back felt cold from being watched by him. He shivered, rubbed his arms with his hands and said, "What's the matter?" ?Professor? Is there something on my face?"

"You graduated from Central City University?"

Barry nodded and said, "I have two master's degrees, and I originally wanted to continue my doctorate, but then there was a good job in the Procuratorate in Central City, so I didn't choose to continue my studies, but took the job directly."

Schiller continued to walk down the stairs, asking as he walked, "Did you sneak into the FBI's West Coast Academy in order to arrest Swan?"

"Yes, I know that he has friendship with the new director of the FBI, Freeh. Freeh sent him to this so-called West Coast Academy just to fight against you. I didn't know you had special abilities at the time, and I thought you needed help."

Barry shrugged his shoulders and smiled awkwardly, as if he was amused by his unreasonable worries, but he didn't expect Schiller to look back at him and say, "I really need help. There were too many students in the college at that time, and I needed help." A teaching assistant, would you like to come?"

"But I still have something to do..." Barry stopped as soon as he said this, he thought carefully, and then said: "Wait a minute, I seem to be fine, Swann is not in danger for the time being... No, I'm afraid I have to Find a way to leave this universe, I can't stay here forever, can I?"

"I will say hello to Amanda tonight and let you participate in training. See you in our classroom at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I…"

"If you still want to leave here, you'd better not be late."

Seeing the back of Schiller leaving, Barry shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice: "...the villains that Batman needs to deal with are just like him, and he never gives others a chance to speak."

And when Schiller's figure was about to disappear into the darkness of the stairs, Barry seemed to think of something suddenly, he just wanted to ask, but stopped again.

Barry turned his head and looked at a ray of light coming through the door upstairs.

He heard the conversation of a family of three in the room. It seemed that Mr. Allen promised Little Barry to buy fishing gear on the street tomorrow, while Mrs. Allen was complaining that the two of them had messed up their luggage.

Listening to the trivial daily conversation, Barry could hardly restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

But at this time, he was just standing in the dark corridor, the bright light couldn't shine on him, and the harmonious and friendly family of three had nothing to do with him, they were people from two worlds.

Barry knew that his parents who had grown up with him would never come back, and his actions to save his mother had completely failed, regrets could never be made up for, and sadness and powerlessness would never go away.

But for some reason, whenever he thinks that there is a universe where he lives the happy life he dreams of, he feels that he can also reconcile with those imperfections and regrets.

No amount of cruel reality can destroy the obsession with utopia engraved in human genes. A trace of comfort for a tired traveler, let alone what he saw and heard with his own eyes?

At this moment, Barry suddenly understood that Batman didn't need a life buoy.

In these countless universes, the vast majority of Batmen are unfortunate. They float or sink in the sea of ​​suffering, but they can never touch the shore.

What they want is not the encouragement from the people standing on the shore, nor the life buoy thrown to them by the people who have spare capacity, but a person standing on the shore, to tell them that there is a possibility of sticking to the dark days. hopefully.

Among the countless bats flying over the alley, there is always one that can reach the bright and warm nest.

And when the bat, which fell halfway into the darkness, looked up, saw the fire at the entrance of the cave, and heard the snoring sound from the cave, he could also imagine that it was a good dream that night.

It can also be used as a campfire in the long night, guarding the lonely root, and waiting for the dawn.

(end of this chapter)