Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 71 I was just a kind-hearted wizard passing by.

"When did you get here?"

Jaeger suddenly understood the psychology of Gotham citizens. This kind of existence, which appears out of nowhere and starts watching you without you even knowing when, is indeed very frightening.

What's more, the other party was dressed as a giant bat, and it was impossible to tell if it was a human or a ghost, which doubled the level of fright.

Batman did not answer.

Upon seeing this, Jaeger suddenly nodded knowingly: "Oh, I understand. It means you were here as soon as I arrived."

Batman: "..."

When did this person learn to interpret his silence without being taught?

Finally, he reluctantly spoke up: "I came here to check on the situation."

"Alright." Jaeger looked around. "It's not really appropriate to talk like this in the hallway. How about we go upstairs?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling, meaning the roof of the building.

Batman had no objection to this.

A few seconds later, Jaeger, just like he had done at Parrels Tower, put his arm around Batman's shoulder and used the "Door" to teleport the two of them directly to the rooftop.

The moment the two regained their footing, Batman's voice came again: "Your magical abilities seem to have improved considerably since the last time I saw you."

—He was referring to Jaeger's quick disposal of the scarecrow.

"If that's what you're trying to say, it's actually that a little bit of my memory magic has returned," Jaeger said after thinking for a moment.

After all, he couldn't exactly explain that he upgraded his [Wizard] skill from level 1 to level 2 and then spent several days holed up next to the Tompkins Clinic researching it to reach that level...

He even blew himself out of his house because of it.

"But magic comes at a price," Batman said in a deep voice. "So, what price will you pay tonight for healing that woman named Catherine?"

"Wait a minute, don't misunderstand." Jaeger suddenly realized and quickly waved his hand, "This treatment isn't what you're thinking, and the price isn't that heavy."

Even with the white goggles covering his eyes, Jaeger could still sense that Batman was looking at him with suspicion.

...I'm afraid I'll be seen as a haughty wizard who burns himself to save others while pretending nothing happened—but this kind of setting has absolutely nothing to do with me!

It's more accurate to say that the giant bat on the other side fits this description better!

So, in an attempt to salvage his increasingly strange image, Jaeger extended his hand: "Fine, I'll just prove it to you directly... Let me introduce you, this is Burks."

"Hiss." Burks was probably in a state of post-meal satiety after swallowing a bank card whole, so he seemed a little lazy and only wagged his tail slightly at Batman.

"And Burks are a very magical creature," Jaeger added hastily as he spoke, "possessing not only intelligence but also special healing abilities."

After saying that, Jaeger leaned closer to Burks and whispered, "Go, Burks, take care of that giant bat over there."

"Hiss." Burke gestured with his tail as if to receive something, then straightened up, seemingly observing the other side with his snake eyes.

A minute later, it spat out a writing board and quickly wrote down the diagnosis:

[Good heavens! I've never seen anyone like this before!]

This person is covered in injuries!

[Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, stab wounds... these wounds could fill an entire encyclopedia of wounds! Not to mention he also has at least 20 fractures, most of which either heal poorly or are dislocated. Not to mention countless hidden ailments!]

[Furthermore, he seemed to be trying to cover up the wounds with makeup, which made some of them even worse.]

This person is practically a battered machine, sustained only by sheer willpower... No, is he even a person?

If Burks was this shocked, then Jaeger must have been even more so.

He initially thought Batman might need treatment, but he didn't expect... that the other man needed treatment so much.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If Batman wanted to protect his secret identity, he wouldn't go to a hospital or similar place for treatment, as it would be too easy to leave behind things like DNA.

Therefore, he not only relied entirely on his human abilities to serve as a vigilante in the city, but also endured a host of injuries and hidden ailments.

"..." Jaeger's eyes flickered. "How much will it take to treat him?"

Birx wrote: [It's not difficult to treat; the main problem is that there are just too many of them...]

"But don't worry," Burks wrote, a hint of admiration creeping onto his otherwise expressionless face. "I respect him as a tough guy. I'll treat you for free this time."

Jaeger: "..."

Is this even possible?

But in any case, since Burks had made up his mind, he climbed out by following Jaeger's hand.

"Give me your hand," Jaeger then said to Batman. "It won't bite you."

"...It can't bite through either. My suit is made of special materials." Batman stared at Burks, seemingly considering whether or not to trust Jaeger and his... Doctor Snake.

But in the end, he slowly raised his hand.

Seeing this, Burks didn't hesitate to cling to her, hissing as he stuck out his tongue twice—

A strange warmth instantly spread from where Burks was, flowing through his body like water.

Wherever this warmth passed, all the pain, wounds, and hidden ailments that Batman either ignored, endured, or was unaware of were silently eliminated.

When the warm current finally disappeared, Batman couldn't help but clench his fist and silently widen his eyes behind his mask.

He had never felt so healthy before.

Countless nights in the past, especially when Batman was just starting out and didn't even have a grappling hook, he would often drag his wounded body back to the Batcave alone after his night patrol, and grit his teeth to heal himself under Alfred's silent and heartbroken gaze.

At most, he would ask Alfred, or occasionally Dr. Leslie, to help treat injuries that he simply couldn't handle on his own.

But Batman rarely does that.

Because Leslie and Alfred are the same; they always give each other a look that even Batman wouldn't dare to meet when he sees the wounds on his body.

These wounds accumulate over the years, healing only to be torn open again, only to heal once more.

If things continue like this, Batman can imagine his fate in his later years.

He was mired in illness his whole life, with wounds that never healed... He suffered endless torment and was in unbearable pain.

But Batman often thinks, so what?

After all, Batman never gives up.

But he never imagined that someone would heal all his wounds in this way.

"You..." Batman looked at Jaeger across from him with a complicated expression, finally unable to hold back, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "What is your purpose in doing all this?"

With such capabilities, the other party doesn't necessarily have to limit themselves to Gotham City.

Faced with this question, Jaeger straightened up, thought seriously for a moment, then his gray eyes flashed before he said:

"There's no particular purpose."

"After all, I'm just a kind-hearted wizard who happened to be passing by."