hotmtlnovel Chapter 3791 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (6)
Chapter 3791 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (6)
Chapter 3791 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part 6)
After seeing off these two troublemakers, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The thought that Batman might go after Strange made him not just relieved, but even chuckle with delight.
Strange definitely made the right choice by becoming the school doctor. Normally, you can't get into the school hospital unless you're injured, but he insisted on becoming the headmaster. Everything that happens at school is related to the headmaster; Batman could find him much more easily.
Unexpectedly, before he could even enjoy his joy for ten minutes, the main universe Batman and Arkham Batman were dragged back to the school infirmary exactly as they were. Also dragged back were a bruised and battered Owl and a dejected Bruce.
The last to enter was Strange, whose face was as cold as ice.
Schiller quickly checked on the main universe's Batman and, finding nothing amiss, breathed a sigh of relief. Batman probably wouldn't betray him; after all, they were acquaintances, and Batman was likely hoping he could provide more information about Strange.
“Outrageous!” Strange said, standing in front of the four hospital beds where they lay. “On the first day of school, you went out at night; on your first night out, you went to the library and rummaged through the restricted section; on your first time in the restricted section, you got into a fight; and on your first fight, you damaged two rows of bookshelves. You guys are absolutely ridiculous!”
Schiller's eyes widened slightly. These four bats had made quite a commotion, fighting in the library! No wonder Strange was so angry. That library wasn't just for show; it genuinely housed Kamar-Taj's many years of mysterious texts, and the books in the forbidden section were even more important.
Although the magical world isn't short of money these days, the more money they have, the more they value tradition. Those books are invaluable historical records of the magical world, and the apple of Strange's and the Archmages' eyes. These Batmen caused trouble on their very first day; it's no wonder Strange was furious.
However, Schiller was puzzled because it seemed that only Nite Owl was injured out of the four people. Why did Strange send everyone to the school hospital?
“Schiller! Look what you’ve done!” Strange turned and roared at him, “You brought all these Batmen here just to betray your master and ancestors, to burn books and bury scholars alive?”
Now Schiller knows that Strange brought Batman over just to scold him.
But Schiller wasn't going to bother arguing with someone who was about to be entangled with Batman. He sighed and said, "From what you're saying, there shouldn't be any real loss. In that case, let's not dwell on it and let them go back to rest."
Strange stood with his hands on his hips, furious. But he knew he couldn't really do anything about Batman. He was the headmaster, and they were the students; he couldn't exactly beat him up, could he? If the headmaster personally assaulted the students, what would become of the magic academy's reputation?
But he was unwilling to let them off so easily. If everyone caused trouble like them, would the magic academy even need to continue operating?
So he pointed at Night Owl and said, "Everyone else, come with me to the principal's office!"
Night Owl stayed in the hospital bed, while the other three uninjured individuals followed Strange to the principal's office.
Schiller put another IV drip on Night Owl, actually just a glucose injection. He only had some bruises on his face, which didn't look serious and didn't require treatment; stabilizing his blood sugar levels was more important. Otherwise, if he fainted in class tomorrow, Schiller, as the school doctor, wouldn't be able to explain himself.
However, he was genuinely curious how Night Owl had ended up like this. Not that his injuries were too severe, but rather too minor. Whether it was the main universe Batman or the Arkham Batman, if they were to attack, he'd at least break a few ribs. Schiller was even preparing to use magic to set his bones, yet Night Owl only had minor external injuries; his escape skills were quite impressive.
Night Owl seemed to read what Schiller was thinking from his curious gaze. He pursed his lips and said, "Bruce hit him."
Schiller couldn't help but burst out laughing, but then cleared his throat and said, "Why did Bruce hit you?"
"He read a magic book and insisted that he was controlled by dark magic. He tackled me to the ground and punched me twice in the face."
"And the other two..."
"Bruce regained consciousness as soon as they arrived. Bruce explained that their souls had exorcising power, but I'm more inclined to believe that their fists dispelled the dark magic."
Schiller tried to suppress a laugh and nodded, saying, "Yes, those two don't look afraid of dark magic."
Night Owl snorted coldly and remained silent.
How could he not know that Bruce's most feared Batman was Arkham Batman? He was as docile as a bat egg in front of Arkham Batman, wasn't it because all his ailments disappeared the moment Arkham Batman appeared?
But Owl also had a question in his mind: Why is it that out of so many Batmen, only Arkham Batman could control Bruce? What makes him so special?
"Are you someone he knows?" Night Owl asked Schiller.
"I guess so, but there's no way I can help you leave the school. Otherwise, the principal and professors will give me trouble, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. won't let me off the hook either."
"Okay. I heard you're his teacher."
"Oh, that's not me, it's my counterpart from another universe. I've only met him a few times, so we're barely acquaintances."
Night Owl nodded. He agreed, so he asked, "What do you think of his relationship with the other Batmen?"
“Not so good,” Schiller said. “He doesn’t really like Batman because seeing their cold-blooded appearance reminds him of his teenage years, a really embarrassing dark history.”
Night Owl was momentarily speechless, but he quickly found a flaw in his argument and said, "Then how does he get along with that cold-hearted guy?"
Schiller thought for a moment. The "cold-blooded guy" Night Owl was referring to was probably Arkham Batman. He pondered for a second and said, "Are you sure those two get along? Bruce's like a mouse before a cat when he's around him..."
“Well, I was just trying to put it tactfully,” Night Owl continued. “So why is he afraid of him?”
“Because he’s terrifying,” Schiller said, looking at the Night Owl. “Don’t you think he’s terrifying?”
“It’s not that exaggerated, is it?”
"Then why are you avoiding him?"
Night Owl was speechless again. Lying in the hospital bed, watching Schiller adjust the IV drip, he suddenly understood why Bruce's words were so harsh.
“He is indeed very powerful and intimidating, but I don’t think that’s a reason for Bruce to be afraid of him.”
Do you think Bruce is a very strong person?
"Why ask this?" Night Owl's first reaction was to ask in return, but he quickly said, "He's not. To be precise, he deliberately makes himself seem very vulnerable. If he suffers even the slightest grievance, he wants to make a huge fuss about it throughout the entire multiverse, so he can go back and complain to his parents for ages."
“After he stopped being Batman, he was no longer obligated to be strong,” Schiller said. “Ordinary people are inherently fragile. They’re afraid of this and that all day long, feel like the sky is falling when they get a little injured, and complain a lot when they suffer a little. So isn’t it normal for him to be afraid of other Batmen?”
"Then why did he..."
Why isn't he afraid of you?
Night Owl remained silent, as if tacitly agreeing. Schiller looked at him with an expression that said, "You don't seem very bright," and then said, "Of course it's because you haven't dealt with him. He thinks you're easy to bully, so why would he be afraid of you?"
"You mean that Batman took care of him?" Night Owl asked, his eyes widening. "How did he do that? How could he beat Bruce?"
"It's hard to say. They haven't competed against each other, but beating Bruce doesn't necessarily have to be in terms of physical strength."
"How did he do that?"
"When Bruce opened his mouth to mock him, he was sent flying 13 meters away by the Batmobile. The accelerator was pressed so fast that Superman didn't have time to stop him, and even Wonder Woman's superhuman chains couldn't hold back the Batmobile as it rushed off."
The owl opened its mouth, then closed it, then opened it again: "Isn't this a bit too much..."
"Too violent? This is just the beginning. Bruce had barely landed when he opened the car door, pulled him up from the ground, and invited him to a two-way race."
"Racing?"
"Yes, the same cars race on the same road, and whoever reaches the finish line first wins. Because it was Bruce who proposed the competition, he could choose the location. They chose Bruce's Gotham."
"The home advantage should be significant, right?"
"Yes, just 30 seconds into the race, Bruce's car was hit and flipped three times. After flipping over, he shoved it against the wall next to him, and both cars caught fire. In the end, Superman rescued them both."
Night Owl pursed his lips tightly: "What a madman."
"You're right, and that's not all. Just because Bruce mocked him once, he sniped him six times in a row while Bruce was queuing for a dungeon, just to ruin his mission and make Bruce work for nothing all night. He also threw the Riddler from his own universe into Bruce's Gotham, where he hid more than 1600 trophies, which Bruce still hasn't finished finding."
"Why is he looking for them?" Night Owl asked, puzzled. "Those trophies aren't bombs; even if we can't find them, they won't cause any harm, right?"
“But wouldn’t that be tantamount to him admitting defeat?” Schiller spread his hands and said, “The key point is that he had the Riddler place a pure gold trophy. Gold is always a good thing. He told the Joker in Bruce’s universe about this, and the Joker in that universe is short of money. Why would he leave gold lying around? Bruce can choose not to look for it, but if the Joker finds it all, where will Bruce’s face be? Even if the Joker finds more than him, it won’t work. He’s short of money too.”
"Vicious," Night Owl commented. "But judging from the current situation, Bruce still admitted defeat, didn't he?"
"That's because he hid more than 100 of the trophies in Bruce's house, which caused Bruce to be scolded and he had to discuss a temporary truce with him."
"Didn't his teacher want a solid gold trophy?"
“He didn’t really want it, but Bruce and I both did. He was driven crazy by the two of us, and in the end we both got yelled at.”
Night Owl's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "This method is simply too despicable."
"So, one shouldn't be too upright," Schiller said, shaking his head and sighing.
Night Owl couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands. In all his years, this was the first time anyone in his universe, and indeed everyone in all the other universes combined, had ever praised him for his integrity. But thinking about what Batman Arkham had done, he couldn't refute it.
I'm reminded of the pain of getting the Platinum Trophy in Arkham Knight on PS5. When I die, I want this trophy engraved on my tombstone!