Talia's gaze stayed fixed on Schiller's face. She made her request without the slightest hesitation; this was indeed the most urgent problem she needed to solve.
Someone had drugged her unconscious, which proved that the drug-resistance training she had undergone before was ineffective against this kind of substance. That meant it was an entirely unfamiliar and potent drug, and if she could not fully understand its properties, Talia could not determine when its effects would wear off.
Walking through Gotham while suffering drug-induced hallucinations was no different from courting death. Talia had to find out whether she would continue hallucinating and what kind of hallucinations she might experience.
Schiller was not a good person to turn to for help, but Talia had no better options. She even thought she could use this chance to test whether Schiller and Bruce were really in league with each other.
Talia was eighty percent certain that she had hallucinated, and if this was a trap set jointly by the teacher and student, Schiller would certainly cover for Bruce. Then they could work together to lull Talia into complacency, using the drug to gradually erode and manipulate her.
This would be the true final battle, Talia thought. She could not let down her guard. She could only win.
"Forgive me, Miss, but some of your panic symptoms may be related to an overdose of medication. If you want to determine the source of such symptoms, I'm afraid you can only go to a hospital for a blood test."
At some point, Schiller had already returned behind the desk where he read. Sitting in his chair with both hands resting on the desktop, he looked at Talia and said, "A psychiatrist can only analyze your mental state. I cannot derive any accurate test results from your