In the setting of Pokémon anime and video games, Pikachu is far from being considered a strong Pokémon. Its popularity is owed more to its adorable appearance than to its battle prowess.
In both anime and games, Pikachu is absolutely a charm character, with rather average combat abilities. Especially in the games, it's practically a storage keeper. Compared to those powerful and spectacular legendary pokémon, Pikachu is indeed cute, but cuteness is all it has going for it.
However, the Pikachu Schiller encounters is far more than that. It possesses an intelligence comparable to or even surpassing most humans, along with Pikachu's electric abilities and seemingly some other skills.
It's unaffected to Schiller's telepathic powers, and fear gas only causes it to stumble. Judging from its volume, the dose of fear gas Schiller used to lay a trap that day should have been enough to drive a small creature like Pikachu mad, but it only made Pikachu sneeze more.
And it can pick the lock on Schiller's door and run into his bed while he's asleep. Considering Pikachu's height, it can't even reach the doorknob, and opening a lock would at least require a chair for it to stand on.
How this little, rotund creature, barely reaching a human's shin and with very short hands, managed to move a chair, jump up to pick the lock, open the door, and run to Schiller's side without being detected in the middle of the night remains a mystery.
But this Pikachu is clearly much more cunning than Schiller anticipated. More importantly, hear hearing Deadpool's voice,Schiller can't keep as same as serious when faces with Batman.His feeling chills down his spine as if someone in a black and red tight suit is constantly murmuring beside him without seeing Pikachu's face.
However, Schiller doesn't have much time to worry about Pikachu as Gordon sends him a message that they have solid evidence of Jonathan's crimes and are about to arrest him.
The arrest of Jonathan is none of Schiller's concern. He's more worried that he won't have a supply of fear gas in the future, so he has to hurry to take Jonathan's stock.
Jonathan, the future Scarecrow, is indeed unlucky.
Knowing that Jonathan is about to be arrested, Schiller takes as much as Jonathan makes. The young Scarecrow has no awareness of counter-surveillance. He's truly despairing, wondering who would steal his fear gas.
With the ability to teleport, Schiller's theft of the fear gas becomes even easier. He just needs to continuously blink into the underground of the small church near Morrison district, take what he needs, and leave immediately without leaving a trace.
Batman, of course, also participates in the arrest. The expert infiltrator returns to the lab and discovers that Jonathan has created a fear gas spray gun, so he suggests to Gordon that he should be the one to arrest Jonathan; otherwise, the spray gun could potentially drive all the police and the residents involved insane.
Although Gordon doesn't fully trust the man in tights, he has his own difficulties.
Gotham's police is filled with "talents." Aside from him, they're practically useless and always the last to the scene, utterly unreliable.
Such a force isn't capable of much in combat, and one fear gas spray gun would be enough to take down half the police force.
And don't expect any help from his superiors either. Gordon saw long ago that the current Police Commissioner has cozy ties with some criminals. He doesn't want additional trouble, after all, what are the deaths of a few dozen civilians compared to his lucrative career?
Gordon is helpless and desperate, so the only person he can rely on is Batman.
The current Batman is immature, but the Scarecrow isn't much stronger. They're like two amateurs clashing and Batman eventually wins.
Batman subdues Jonathan in the lab with a tranquilizer dart while he's conducting an experiment.
The camera on Bat suit clearly captures Jonathan's criminal actions.
Faced with such incontrovertible evidence,poor Gordon is pushed aside, and his superior takes over the case, swiftly moving to file charges and commence trial proceedings, which counts as a decent achievement.
A university professor as the mastermind behind dozens of murders? In any other region, such a bizarre case would dominate the headlines for days, yet in Gotham, although still considerable, it only occupies a column on the main page of the newspapers.
Seeing the absence of both Gordon's and Batman's names in the newspapers, with all the praise heaped upon Gordon's superior, Schiller knows that the dark city has gained another unappreciated and heartbroken individual.
Gordon, the good cop, has a long road ahead.
Unexpectedly, Gordon soon seeks out Schiller.
In the Gotham University counseling room, Schiller pours a cup of coffee for Gordon. The then-young detective looks utterly exhausted, but his complexion improves after taking a sip of the hot coffee.
He says, "I know my visit is somewhat bother, Professor. But regarding Jonathan's case..."
Gordon hesitates, and Schiller guesses, "Let me guess, maybe the case proceeded smoothly, but there was a something happened during the trial , right?"
Gordon clenches his fists on the table, looking grim as he says, "That damn murderer is a PhD in chemistry, you should know what that means in Gotham. Some people don't want to sentence him to death but want to claim he has a mental illness to acquit him, then make him work for them."
Schiller replies, seated opposite him, "Indeed, a genius-like chemist. If he could create even one new type of hallucinogen, whoever employs him could make a fortune."
Gordon shakes his head, stating, "It's not even that simple; the drugs they want Jonathan to develop could be even more dangerous."
"If they invent drugs, they could only make small money from those addicts. But if they really create a virus that can control the whole of Gotham, it goes without saying how much wealth they could acquire," Gordon says.
"Has someone leaked information about the fear gas?" Schiller asks. The exceptional effects of this poison have made some recognize Jonathan's power.
Gordon looks at him, hesitates, and says, "No offense intended, but I need to ascertain whether you've seen any suspicious persons recently?"
"I can tell you clearly that I have not told to anyone about this matter, and there would be no benefit for me in doing so. As a university professor, having a murderer as a colleague is already disgraceful enough. Any further connections would greatly affect my career," Schiller replies.
"Then..." Gordon folds his hands and says, "That night, I heard you call that tight-suited stranger Bruce. He's Bruce Wayne, isn't he?"
"On this topic, I can't tell you anything. You should seek confirmation directly from him, not from me."
"I know what you're worried about," Schiller says. "As Gotham's biggest business magnate, Bruce Wayne might not be entirely uninvolved with those dirty deals. If he finds out you're investigating this, your death might not be a pretty one. That's what you're thinking, right?"
Gordon replies, "Jonathan confessed that someone has been stealing most of his fear toxin. That man in tights is my suspect; he's just too suspicious."
Schiller is somewhat touched; the content not present in the comics now seems quite intriguing. Gordon and Batman - this iconic duo - did not start with mutual trust. Gordon even harbored significant suspicion towards the bizarre vigilante Batman.
It's not surprising, as no sane person would readily accept someone dressed in a black suit with pointed ears, running around Gotham in the dead of night; such behavior doesn't resemble that of a good person.
Schiller suggests, "Have you ever considered that he might have the same suspicions about you?"
Gordon sighs, "Actually, he has more reason to suspect me. If he is the Bruce Wayne, I know Wayne has never stopped pursuing the case from all those years ago. The death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne was very suspicious, I've gone through the case file, and there are too many irregularities. If young Wayne is Batman, then of course he wouldn't trust any police officers, including myself."
"Gotham's police officers…" Gordon laments, "I know the police in this city are just for show; you can't rely on them for anything." He seems dejected, sighs, takes a sip of coffee, and falls silent.
Schiller responds, "As a stone in the mire, you're quite solid. You can't expect anyone to pull you out; the best approach is to grow bigger yourself. Once you occupy the whole mire, it's no different from a stretch of asphalt road."
"Do you think that way? Do you believe I should continue down this path?" Gordon also seems lost.
It's no wonder he's downcast; his hard-won case, solved at great personal risk, was stolen by others. Gordon's initial purpose was simply to uphold justice,he can tolerate being treated like that.But now, someone is willing to set free a murderer who slaughtered dozens of civilians for gain, which is a significant blow to Gordon.
Schiller smiles and says, "Detective Gordon, it seems you're in need of psychological consultation. Luckily, I happen to be a psychologist and at no charge."
Gordon forces a smile, "I've seen your resume in the files, Professor Schiller. To receive psychological treatment from such a renowned psychologist as yourself is quite a year-end bonus. Regardless, thank you."
Schiller says, "No need to thank me; it's my honor to help a good cop from Gotham."
Gordon's smile grows more strained; he remarks with a sigh-like tone, "A good cop? Perhaps…"