In the settings of the Pokemon anime and games, Pikachu is far from a powerful Pokemon; its popularity stems more from its cute appearance.
Whether in the anime or the games, Pikachu is absolutely the mascot for cuteness, but its actual combat ability is quite ordinary. Especially in the games, it could even be said to be a storage unit. Compared to those powerful and magnificent legendary Pokemon, Pikachu is indeed very cute, but cuteness is its only advantage.
However, the Pikachu Schiller encountered was far from that simple. It had an intelligence comparable to humans, even higher than most humans, possessed Pikachu's electric-type skills, and seemed to have some other abilities.
It was immune to Schiller's telepathy, and Fear Toxin only made it stumble. In terms of volume, the dose of Fear Toxin Schiller used to set the trap that day was enough to drive a small creature like Pikachu insane, but Pikachu only sneezed a few extra times.
Moreover, it could pick the lock on his door and run to his bed while Schiller was sleeping. Given Pikachu's height, it couldn't even reach the doorknob by jumping. To pick a lock, it would at least need to move a chair over.
No one knew how this round, short-limbed creature, no taller than a human's calf, managed to move a chair in the middle of the night, jump onto it, pick the lock, open the door, and then run next to Schiller without him noticing.
However, this Pikachu was clearly much more cunning than Schiller had imagined. More importantly, Schiller, listening to its Deadpool-like voice, simply couldn't be as serious as he was with Batman. Without looking at Pikachu's face, he always felt like a person in a black and red bodysuit was muttering beside him, a scene that sent shivers down his spine.
Soon, however, Schiller had no time to worry about Pikachu. Gordon sent him a text message, informing him that they had obtained conclusive evidence of Jonathan's crimes and were about to arrest him.
Jonathan's arrest had nothing to do with Schiller. He was more concerned that no one would provide him with Fear Toxin in the future, so he had to seize the time to take away Jonathan's stock.
Jonathan, this future Scarecrow, was truly unlucky.
When he knew Jonathan was about to be arrested, Schiller basically took as much as Jonathan made. The young Scarecrow had no anti-reconnaissance awareness yet. He was truly distraught, wondering who was stealing his Fear Toxin?
After Schiller gained the ability of teleportation, stealing Fear Toxin became even simpler. He only needed to flash continuously into the chapel's basement from about a hundred meters near the Mossen Street District chapel, grab what he needed, and leave immediately, leaving no Shadow behind.
Batman, of course, also participated in this arrest operation. With his superb infiltration abilities, he returned to the laboratory and found that Jonathan had already created a Fear Toxin spray gun. He suggested to Gordon that he should arrest Jonathan, otherwise this spray gun could potentially drive all participating Police officers and residents of Mossen Street District insane.
Although Gordon didn't entirely trust this tight-suited wack, he also had his own difficulties.
Everyone in the Gotham Police Department was a talent; except for him, they were basically all perpetual slackers who always arrived last at the scene of any incident, and nothing could be expected of them.
The combat capability of such a team was obvious; one spray gun was enough to incapacitate half the Police Department.
He shouldn't expect any help from his superior either. Gordon had long seen through it: the current Director was colluding with certain underworld forces, and he didn't want any more trouble. It was just a few dozen civilians who died; how could that delay his grand scheme of making money?
Gordon was helpless and powerless. So, the only person he could rely on was Batman.
Although the current Batman was immature, Scarecrow was clearly not much stronger. They were both inexperienced, and ultimately, Batman won.
He subdued Jonathan with a tranquilizer dart while Jonathan was experimenting in the laboratory.
And the camera on his Batman suit clearly recorded how Jonathan committed the crime.
Facing such a case with conclusive evidence, the insignificant Gordon was kicked out. Gordon's direct superior took over the case and quickly filed it, and held a trial. This was at least a good political achievement.
A university Professor, the mastermind behind dozens of murders? In any other region, this should have been a bizarre major case that occupied the front page of newspapers for days. But in Gotham, although still considered a significant case, it only occupied one column on the main page of the newspaper.
Seeing that Gordon's and Batman's names did not appear in the newspaper, and instead, there were endless praises for Gordon's superior, Schiller knew that this dark City had gained another disheartened and frustrated person.
Gordon, this good Police, still had a long way to go.
To Schiller's surprise, Gordon quickly sought him out.
In the Gotham University Psychology counseling room, Schiller poured Gordon a cup of coffee. The Detective, still relatively young at the time, looked very tired. He took a sip of hot coffee, and his complexion improved significantly.
He said, "I know my visit is a bit presumptuous, Professor. But regarding Jonathan's case..."
Gordon seemed hesitant to speak, and Schiller said, "Let me guess, the trial went smoothly, but something went wrong at the sentencing stage, right?"
Gordon clenched his fists on the table and said with a gloomy face, "That damn Carnage is a Dr. of Chemistry. You should know what that means in Gotham. Someone doesn't want him to be sentenced to Death, but wants to acquit him on the grounds of mental illness and then make him work for them."
Schiller sat across from him and said, "Indeed, a genius Dr. of Chemistry, if he can create even one new type of hallucinogenic drug, then the person who hires him will strike it rich."
Gordon shook his head and said, "It's far more than that. The drugs they want Jonathan to develop might be even more dangerous."
"If they invent drugs, they'll only make a small fortune from addicts. But if they really invent a virus that can control everyone in Gotham, the wealth they could gain goes without saying," Gordon said.
"Someone leaked information about Fear Toxin?" Schiller asked. The effectiveness of this toxin was outstanding, which is why some people recognized Jonathan's power.
Gordon looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No offense, but I want to confirm, have you seen anyone suspicious recently?"
"I can tell you very clearly that I haven't told anyone about this; it wouldn't benefit me in any way. As a university Professor, having a murderer as a colleague is already disgraceful. If I had any other connection with him, it would greatly affect my career," Schiller said.
"Then..." Gordon clasped his hands together and said, "That night, I heard you call that tight-suited wack Bruce. He's Bruce Wayne, right?"
"Regarding this topic, I can tell you nothing. You should ask him yourself, not me."
"I know what you're worried about," Schiller said. "As Gotham City's largest business tycoon, Bruce Wayne isn't necessarily completely unrelated to those dirty dealings. And if he knew you were investigating this, you'd die a terrible Death. That's what you're thinking, right?"
Gordon said, "Jonathan stated in his confession that someone had been stealing most of his Fear Toxin. That tight-suited wack is my suspect; he's simply too suspicious."
Schiller felt a little emotional. The content that never appeared in the comics was now quite interesting. Gordon and Batman, this old duo, didn't trust each other from the beginning. Gordon even felt very suspicious of Batman, this strange vigilante.
This was not surprising; no normal person would immediately accept someone wearing a black bodysuit with two pointy ears, running around Gotham in the middle of the night. Such behavior truly didn't resemble a good person.
Schiller said, "Have you ever thought that he's also suspicious of you?"
Gordon sighed and said, "Actually, he has more reason to suspect me. If he really is Bruce Wayne, I know the Wayne child has never given up on investigating the case from back then. The Death of the Wayne Couple was very strange. I once looked through the case files, and there were too many suspicious points. If young Wayne is Batman, then of course he wouldn't trust any Police, including me."
"The Police of Gotham City..." Gordon said with a sigh, "I know the Police in this City are like decorations; you can't count on them for anything." He looked a bit dejected, sighed, took a sip of coffee, and then fell silent.
Schiller said, "As a stone in the mud, you're already hard enough. You can't expect anyone to pull you out. It's best to roll bigger and bigger yourself. When you occupy the entire mud pit, it will be no different from an asphalt road."
"Is that what you think? Do you think I should continue on this path?" Gordon also seemed a bit lost.
It was no wonder he was so depressed. The case he had investigated with great risk and countless efforts had its credit stolen, but Gordon had originally only wanted to uphold justice. But now, for the sake of profit, someone was even letting go of a murderer who had slaughtered dozens of civilians. This was truly a significant blow to Gordon.
Schiller smiled and said, "Detective Gordon, it seems you need a Psychology session. Coincidentally, I am also a psychologist, and I don't charge a fee."
Gordon forced a smile and said, "I've seen your resume in the archives, Professor Schiller. Having a renowned psychologist like you provide me with Psychology treatment will be my year-end bonus, I suppose. Anyway, thank you."
Schiller said, "You're welcome. It's my honor to be able to help a good Police in Gotham."
Gordon's smile became even more strained. He sighed and said, "Good Police? Perhaps..."