Chapter 70: Geniuses on the Left, Madmen on the Right (1)

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Chapter 70: Geniuses on the Left, Madmen on the Right (1) Bruce never expected that his internship journey would be filled with so many unexpected twists and turns. The most perplexing aspect of it all was undoubtedly his psychology professor, Schiller. Despite being in Gotham for only a few months, Professor Schiller seemed more like a native than the actual locals. In fact, most locals couldn't match his level of understanding. Schiller rapidly deciphered all the intricacies of this city's rules, not only comprehending them thoroughly but also excelling within their framework. Bruce had heard Gordon describe Gotham as a vast quagmire, and anyone who entered it would slowly sink into its inescapable mire. But Schiller, this self-proclaimed ordinary man and professor, plunged headfirst into this quagmire before Bruce's eyes. Not only did he react swiftly and move with agility, but he also dove into its deepest depths without any intention of extricating himself. He transformed seamlessly, becoming even more enigmatic than the most enigmatic of individuals within the rotten underbelly of Gotham. From the personnel arrangements and geographical advantages in gang shootouts to the standards for protection fees at bars and restaurants, from the odds at underground casinos to the rules governing the trade of contraband goods and the security of arms shipments, there was nothing this professor didn't know. His advice was taken to heart by Falcone, who commended Schiller as a natural in this line of work. If he had arrived in Gotham thirty years earlier, Twelve Families would have made a seat for Rodriguez. This left Bruce with mixed feelings about Schiller. If you were to say that this professor was doing good deeds, his methods could hardly be considered honorable. He had willingly embraced the darkness. Yet, if you were to say he was causing harm, he undeniably used his abilities to continually reshape the existing situation in Gotham, employing unorthodox methods to steer it in the direction he desired. And, from Bruce's perspective, this change didn't seem to be heading in a negative direction. Instead, it established a precarious yet improved new order.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com Especially when Bruce received news from Gordon about a significant decrease in Gotham's crime rate over the past two weeks, he felt a sense of absurdity. Within the industry Schiller had shaped, the police had become significantly more powerful because they were aligned with Gotham's largest gang, the Falcone Family. Since the police station received direct support from Falcone, The Godfather provided them with a wealth of heavy weaponry. They used The Godfather's influence to intimidate others. Now, whenever a gang shootout occurred, they could arrive at the scene within ten minutes, swiftly suppressing both sides and apprehending them to be sent to the mental hospital. Unlike before, the enthusiasm of the police was soaring. Opportunities for fieldwork were in high demand, and as long as they brought in a new official member for the mental hospital, they could claim 2% of all fees paid for the inmate's stay as their reward. Gordon had been working tirelessly in recent days, even those who had been known for slacking off were eager to take the frontlines, fighting to maintain justice and combat the gangs. Lately, this righteous detective had forgotten what justice truly meant. Though the effective crackdown on gangs should have been a good thing, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Nevertheless, these actions not only curbed the gangs' arrogance but also improved the lives of the police officers, making them fall in love with their damned profession. To Gordon's astonishment, he discovered that the entire police station had people working overtime lately. Had they all been taken under the control of some devil? Indeed, it was the devil of greed, armed and unflinching. When you were wielding a fully loaded heavy machine gun and demanding the gangs to cease fire, you might find the job rather ordinary. And after doing so, receiving a substantial reward, it might just become the best job in the world. Initially, Falcone had dispatched his black gloves to instigate shootouts between certain gangs. But later, anger flared, and the "Hounds" and the "Captain" joined forces to ambush the "Interceptors" from two blocks away. The "Locomotive" from the edge of East District quickly joined the fray, and three out of the four Elizabeth Street titans wanted to lend a hand. Maroni, fresh from disposing of the Red Raven Gang's corpses, found himself in the midst of a chaotic battle, turning East District into a mess. Schiller replied, "There's also Gotham." "When can I learn about Gotham?" Bruce inquired. "Perhaps not until the day you die." Before Bruce could respond, Schiller added, "Gotham is a book that can never be fully read." "I'm just a professor, and, just like I do in the classroom, I've highlighted key points for you. The rest, you must write for yourself." Bruce asked, "Are the key points about strategy and balance? Or is it the power of wisdom? Thinking and foresight?" "No, it's just like I do in the classroom—every part of the book is a key point." Bruce was left speechless, unsure if Schiller was mocking him for not paying attention in class or hinting at something deeper. But Schiller's answer made him realize something. Using violence to stop the crime in this city, filled with evil, was indeed a futile endeavor. If Batman's strength and wealth couldn't easily turn this quagmire into a level playing field, perhaps, aside from brute force, utilizing his other talent, his intelligence, to manipulate things from behind the scenes, would be a better approach. In this city saturated with violence, paradoxically, violence alone couldn't solve every problem. Mighty force was merely his entrance ticket, not the whole story. When he used his considerable resources and equipment to open the door, he encountered Schiller, his teacher. What Schiller showed Batman was a brand new Gotham. A Gotham that transcended the surface violence, bloodshed, and intense conflicts, a Gotham filled with countless mysteries and complex relationships. As Batman followed the intricate threads within the massive web, descending deep beneath the surface, and slid down the crevices of the iceberg into the frigid sea below, he finally saw the true face of Gotham. "This is a new world," Batman thought. But for him, it was not a setback or a blow; it was a shot of adrenaline. His mind had never worked so quickly before, and he had never imagined that he possessed the ability to accept and untangle such intricate relationships so rapidly until he kept pace with Schiller's every move. The thrill of gradually uncovering the vast network's roots, like tracing the intricate veins of a giant tree, fascinated Batman. He experienced a more intense excitement and joy than pummeling criminals with his fists. Bruce thought, perhaps, this was the correct answer. Perhaps, he was the kind of person who, when faced with a complex puzzle that could make any ordinary person feel utterly despondent, became exhilarated like a madman. This was him; this was the Bat. A creature driven by obsession, pursuing a perverse sense of mental pleasure, crazier than any mentally ill person—the Bat.

Chapter 70: Geniuses on the Left, Madmen on the Right (1)

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