Schiller sensed that this was rather tricky.
The Church had invited him here, obviously not to let him pocket the consultation fee for nothing. His rates were indeed steep, but as he always said, he might be unscrupulous, but he was absolutely no quack. If he took someone's money, he had to do the job.
Yet this was also a rare case unlike any he had ever encountered. Its rarity lay in two aspects.
First, the source of the patient's illness was not baseless, much less fabricated. Schiller now knew that the patient's hallucinations were most likely not hallucinations at all. The monster truly existed. This was something Schiller had never dealt with before.
Most of the patients he had encountered in the past had all sorts of reasons for their hallucinations, but they shared one thing in common: the monster existed only in their imagination, not in the real world. Under normal circumstances, they could recognize this, and thus find the courage to fight the monster.
Second, the patient's condition had deteriorated far too quickly. By now, it could be called terminal. In other words, even if she had merely been frightened rather than developed a pathological condition when she first saw the monster, by now she was basically a full-blown psychiatric patient.
Generally speaking, most people would not wait until things had reached this point before seeing a doctor. Once hallucinations seriously interfered with their daily lives, they would choose to go to the hospital. But barring surprises, this patient had probably never been to a hospital, or at least had never visited the Psychiatry Department. She likely could not take any medication either.
Schiller believed that the patient was Martha Wayne.
As for why it was not Bruce Wayne, that was because no Bruce in the world