The bus rattled toward the third mission site.
Batman, Natasha, and Bale-Batman sat in the first row of the bus, while Schiller sat in the third row from the back. The three in front stared straight ahead. Natasha was the first to speak. "Have you noticed that he's becoming more and more abnormal?"
Sitting between the two of them, Natasha tilted her head slightly and turned her eyes as far as they would go, glancing at Schiller behind them. "If he keeps bottling it up, he'll definitely go insane. And when that happens, we'll be the unlucky ones."
The two Batmen also turned their heads slightly to the side in perfect unison, casting sidelong glances at Schiller.
Schiller's expression was calm. He even had the leisure to turn and admire the scenery outside the window. Yet the sense of calm before a storm grew stronger and stronger. Schiller seemed like a cloud compressed to its limit, with lightning, thunder, howling winds, and torrential rain ready to break loose at any moment.
"You've both seen him go crazy?" Bale-Batman turned to the two beside him, then glanced back at Schiller. "His mental state may indeed be somewhat problematic, but our physical abilities have been weakened, and he—"
Then he saw Natasha looking at him as though he were an idiot.
"You haven't seen this kind of madman before?" Batman made another statement rather than a question. For the first time, he turned and looked Bale-Batman directly in the eye. "Not long after you return to the real world, you'll learn that neither one's own physique nor the outside environment can stop people like them. Their madness is their greatest weapon."
Bale-Batman's Adam's apple bobbed gently. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.