novelonline Chapter 2268 Gotham Music Chapter (7)
Chapter 2268 Gotham Music Chapter (7)
Chapter 2268 Gotham Music Festival (VII)
The Bat Cave Restaurant is not a high-end restaurant in the true sense. It does not have a Michelin rating, and its ratings on various websites and gourmet columns can only be described as mediocre. However, it is so popular because it is more popular.
There is no cumbersome and detailed reservation process. The phone number for reservations and consultations is written at the door. There is no need to be introduced by anyone and wait for half a year to taste a dish. You don't even need to wear formal clothes. You can just walk in after playing on the beach wearing beach shoes or slippers.
This makes the tourists' style and the restaurant's natural style unified, at least there will not be the funny scene of a group of Wall Street elites in suits and ties dining in a cave full of natural scenery.
The child- and elderly-friendly policies here make the atmosphere in the restaurant quite warm, and families often gather around stone or wooden tables, enjoying the scenery while chatting and laughing.
Alfred was responsible for the children's clothes. In order to avoid being too formal, Alfred chose more English country style clothes for the boys.
The younger boys, such as Jason, Tim, and little Barry, who was brought up by Victor, all wore shirts, overalls, and round-toed leather shoes. Jason wore a light camel plaid shirt, Tim a dark brown polka-dot shirt, and Barry a khaki cashmere sweater. From a distance, the colors were quite uniform, as if they had instantly returned to the Welsh countryside.
Dick is already in high school. He has long since completed the transformation from child to teenager. On many important occasions, he began to wear shirts and suit pants like adults. However, this time he wore a rather preppy two-piece suit: a black wool vest with a white houndstooth pattern on the outside, and a white shirt, dark jeans and sneakers on the inside.
Halle's development speed is the fastest among her peers. Because girls of this age tend to mature earlier than boys, she looks like a grown-up girl already. She is self-taught in makeup, and she looks more mature after putting it on.
Unfortunately, she was not tall enough to wear those beautiful tight long skirts, so today she wore a pure white knee-length dress with a shell collar, and even glued on some white false eyelashes, making her look like a walking Barbie doll.
The adults were dressed more casually. Schiller got Bruce's appointment, so Pride took a break from get off work, while Greedy came to work happily.
His private clothes are unremarkable. When it's hot, he wears a shirt; when it's cold, he wears hoodies and sweaters with various patterns. Today he wore a gray long-sleeved sweater with a small blue tulip pattern on the upper left corner.
Victor and his wife had a typical American vacation style. Victor wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a floral jacket with sunflowers printed on it, loose shorts with waves and sailboats printed on them, and flip-flops. Mrs. Freese wore an orange striped short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and a thick leather belt.
In short, this group of people thrown into the restaurant fits in very well with the style of the place and doesn't seem out of place at all, but those who came in later have a bit of a demonic vibe.
Wherever Stark goes, he's always in a suit, shiny leather shoes, and sunglasses, and he looks like he's going to buy the restaurant.
Natasha didn't go to the opening ceremony, she came directly from the beach. The little fabric on her body could be called ragged. Everything that could be exposed was exposed. If there was a millimeter less anywhere, Lucifer would have to airdrop in and manually blur it out.
Pamela was not wearing much more than her. With one hand she was hooking her arm around Wanda, the Scarlet Witch whom she had just met, and with the other she was holding her phone to take a picture of Natasha in front of her, while her eyes were fixed on Diana who was wearing an Amazon-style swimsuit.
Steve also did not attend the opening ceremony. He came in holding a surfboard and wearing a pair of shorts. Even the shorts had an American flag pattern on them.
The Batman in the main universe wears a bat suit, Batman Bay is also dressed in a suit and tie, looking like the American Psycho, and the Arkham Batman is wearing an old-fashioned peaked lapel suit that is exclusive to the president, as if he is ready to be stuffed into Mount Rushmore by a sculptor at any time.
Peter and Barry from the main universe had just returned from strolling on the streets, dressed in typical American teenage street clothes, black short-sleeved shirts with English printed on them, sleeves with wrinkles at the wrists that covered the backs of their hands, loose camel-hair trousers and high-top shoes, sunglasses, baseball caps and earrings. They looked like they could fit in with any rap group at any time.
The rest of the Spider-Men were wearing a variety of clothes, but most of them were brightly colored, mainly red, blue, and bright orange. The moment they poured in from the door, this place seemed to have instantly turned into a modern art exhibition.
When this group of monsters filled the entire restaurant, Bruce and Arthur the Joker squeezed in with the last wave of people. They didn't have time to change clothes, so Arthur was in the classic red suit skin, and Bruce was wearing a sweatshirt.
But there was a little dispute between them. Arthur lowered his head and walked quickly forward, while Bruce chased after him and said something to him.
"No, don't even think about it, bullshit! I won't see any psychiatrist again. Even if you put the blame on me for destroying the Federal Reserve system, I won't do it. I'd rather go to jail."
"But you have to listen to my introduction to him..."
Bruce grabbed Arthur and walked towards Schiller. Because they had made an appointment in advance, Schiller sent the children to Alfred's place, and he sat alone at the double table closest to the glass curtain wall.
It was clear from Arthur's body language that he didn't want to go at all, but there was no way he could defeat Bruce, so he was dragged in front of Schiller.
"Look, I have no interest in how professional he is or how much he contributed to your almost failing graduation. I just don't want to see a psychiatrist, I..."
"Do you know how expensive his consultation fee is?" Bruce turned his head and stared at Arthur and asked.
Arthur was stunned for a second, then asked subconsciously, "Uh, how expensive is it?"
"300 million dollars an hour, I'll pay."
Arthur sat down opposite Schiller. As soon as he sat down, he waved his hand to urge Bruce to bring over the results of his previous brain CT scan. He put his hands on the table and gave Schiller a signature smile.
"You know, I have always had great respect for doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, and I have even more respect for those who are professional..."
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Schiller also put his hands on the table, glanced at Bruce and said, "It's not that expensive for everyone. I charge a proportion of my assets."
"Angel in white!"
Bruce rolled his eyes at their clasped hands and said, "I'm going to go check on Tim. He messed up his cousin's book club and made his aunt mad again."
After Bruce left, the two sat back in their original seats. Arthur tightened the buttons of his suit, while Schiller stared at the CT scan of his brain and said, "I have to introduce you to the man who performed the surgery on you. His name is Stephen Strange. In another universe, he is known as the Hand of God and he is the best surgeon in the world."
Arthur opened his mouth, and it was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he appeared. He was more excited about the success of the performance, and was immersed in the role of a successful comedian, which allowed him to talk so eloquently.
But when the excitement in his nerves gradually faded away, he had never been good at dealing with people like doctors and lawyers. In his own words, society had never given him the opportunity to come into contact with such big figures, so how could it expect him to communicate with them fluently?
"It's okay, you just sit here." Schiller glanced at Bruce who was walking over and said, "We can just pretend to talk about something, and when the time is up I'll take the money and leave, and you don't have to force yourself."
Arthur was a little surprised. His wide-open eyes left thick wrinkles on his forehead. His old eyes, sunken in the eye sockets, rolled around and kept glancing at places where Schiller was not.
"Your physical illness has been completely cured now." Schiller looked out the window at the sea and said, "Of course, as a psychiatrist, this is not my area of jurisdiction, but within my jurisdiction, there is nothing you need to be treated for."
Arthur obviously didn't believe it and took it as a consolation, but then Schiller expressed his own point of view.
"In the first half of your life, everyone told you that you were sick. They said you were a lunatic. Mental patients must see a psychiatrist regularly, and it is best to go to a psychiatric department for examination. Go to a mental hospital and never come out."
"But is it really because you are sick? Maybe you are sick, but it's not serious at all. They just regard you as an unstable factor."
"They don't really care whether you are sick, whether you are in pain, whether you need treatment, or what kind of treatment you need. All their words urging you to see a doctor are actually a kind of self-comforting prayer."
"It's like, although I feel this guy is beyond help, the doctor gave him some tranquilizers to calm him down. Even if he can't get better, at least it will occupy most of his spare time and keep him from using a knife to stab people."
"They don't care about your life, health and well-being, they just want you not to cause them trouble, so they try their best to define you as a lunatic to sway the doctor's judgment, just like they have swayed the jury countless times."
Arthur's eyes became deep, and it was obvious that he began to listen attentively. He pursed his lips hard, stared at Schiller and said: "You are saying something I like to hear."
"Don't think so lowly of yourself. I'm not kidding you." Schiller lowered his eyes and looked at the table. "I've seen many patients who are not sure whether they are sick or not, and don't know whether they should see a doctor. It's just that the environment around them requires them to do so. The only thing that confirms their madness is the increasingly extreme views of others."
"In fact, this is society's bullying of the weak. If you are poor, weak and helpless, others can use their own discourse power to define everything about you, even your own mental state. In the end, even you don't believe in yourself anymore, so you sit in front of a psychiatrist."
Schiller looked at Arthur seriously and said, "What were you thinking when you first went to see a psychiatrist?"
Arthur was not used to this question. After a while, he said, "I just want her to cure my laughter disorder and my insomnia. Maybe she can prescribe some sleeping pills for me."
"Did you tell her that?"
"Yeah, and then she told me it would all pass."
"Did she give you any medicine?"
"She can't prescribe medicine. She has no right to do so."
Schiller sighed inwardly.
(End of this chapter)