Bruce began searching through the pockets of his clothes. Overlord Superman, who was using Heat Vision to help Wonder Woman cut vehicle parts nearby, watched him rummage around like he had fleas crawling all over him and asked in confusion, "What are you looking for?"
"I forgot to bring my medicine. I remember putting it in my hoodie pocket. Did I shove it into my jacket pocket after taking it last time?" Bruce said uncertainly.
"Medicine? What medicine are you taking?" Wonder Woman asked.
"Some medication for Anxiety Disorder and to calm my nerves." Bruce patted himself down again, then said when he found nothing, "This is only my second course of treatment. Missing it won't be a big deal, but I might have night terrors tonight."
Wonder Woman and Overlord Superman exchanged a look, each seeing disbelief in the other's eyes. Overlord Superman chose his words carefully. "So you have Anxiety Disorder, and you saw a psychologist?"
"My psychologist is my Psychology Professor. He prescribed the medication." Bruce shrugged. "Fortunately, he isn't here, so stopping for a while should be fine."
"That doesn't sound fine at all." Wonder Woman put down what she was holding, stood, and dusted off her hands. "Where did you leave your coat? I'll go look for it."
"I never saw you wearing a coat in the screening room." Overlord Superman frowned. "Did you leave it at your team's camp?"
Bruce did not seem to care in the slightest. He spread his hands and turned to leave. Wonder Woman hurried after him. "Are you sure you'll be all right? One of my colleagues also needs long-term medication. If she stops, all her previous treatment could go to waste."
"I'm almost better already, so it's nothing."
"And you study psychology?" Wonder Woman asked curiously.
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