"What's wrong with you?" Owlman was the first to look up. He frowned, staring at Bruce in confusion.
Bruce's scream just now had been truly miserable, but he did not seem injured now, and there did not seem to be anything here capable of attacking him mentally.
But Jeff spoke up at that moment. "It must be him! The Wanderer must have possessed him! Anyone who's possessed screams like that when they're about to be killed! Hurry up and find a way to tie him up!"
Owlman still held Jeff firmly in place, not letting him make any moves, but he was beginning to have doubts as well. Then Bruce suddenly turned his head, his eyes blank.
Schiller and Greed both realized something at the same time. Schiller was removing a bullet from himself and could not move away, so Greed had no choice but to walk over to Bruce, press a hand onto his shoulder, and say, "Did you see something?"
"You should be asking what I can still see." Bruce muttered, "I can't see anything clearly now. What the hell is all this?!"
"Tell me what you saw. Maybe I can help you analyze it."
"I can't describe it." Bruce shook his head. "I can't see the room, the objects, or people. There are only a bunch of messy lines and blocks of color."
Greed and Schiller exchanged a glance. Greed snickered, then asked, "When did this start?"
"Just now." Bruce hinted that Greed surely knew he had put his Psychoanalysis skill at level three.
"Your mental state may indeed have some problems." Greed said. "I think some rest will fix it."
Bruce walked to the side with a blank look on his face and bumped into the Joker, who was leaning against the corner eating. He could