Bruce had nothing to say, so he could only turn his attention back to the confrontation between Greed and Owlman. In truth, he did need more information about Owlman, but what Greed had just said was not beyond Bruce's expectations. What he wanted was something more precise and incisive—specifically, the kind of wild guesswork that was Pride's style.
But unfortunately, the greatest difference between Greed and Pride was that Greed never made a losing deal.
After saying that, Greed gave Owlman no time to process it before directly turning his spearhead toward Bruce.
Bruce was startled.
Standing on Schiller's side and listening to him incisively break someone else's Armor Break was quite entertaining, but when the person getting their Armor Break broken was himself, it was far less pleasant.
Even if Greed did not seem inclined to use psychoanalysis, behavioral analysis alone was deadly enough. No one wanted their behavioral logic dissected and laid bare on the dining table. When smart people played games, being understood meant being defeated.
Bruce understood the situation now.
Greed could analyze Owlman, and naturally, he could analyze Bruce as well. He was warning Bruce: if you still wanted to make use of Owlman, you had better prepare sufficient hush money. Otherwise, after one round of my analysis, your good little brother's Character Design won't hold up anymore.
No wonder he had not opened with psychoanalysis. Greed's incisiveness cost money. Until the money was in hand, there was no chance he would reveal his true skills.
"Then what is your story, Doctor Wayne?"
Bruce's mind raced as he considered what sincerity he could offer Greed, enough to make him spare Bruce while not sparing Owlman.
Within the game alone, what Greed wanted most right now should have been his backstory. But Bruce found it difficult