After the antidote injection, Schiller was noticeably more lucid. He raised his eyebrows hard, blinked forcefully, and said, "I need to make sure of something. Am I in your secure fortress?"
"There's no Internet here," Arkham Batman said.
"Good. Later, you'll send me back to the FBI base for detention, then prepare to charge me." Schiller shook his head, seemingly trying to clear the drugs' effects.
"This is your plan?" Arkham Batman asked. "What's the point?"
"If Electronic Life is just a ghost in the network, then we'll never catch it." Schiller shook his head again, drew a deep breath, coughed several times, sniffed, and said somewhat indistinctly, "No, I need more antidote."
"Your heart rate might not be able to take it," Natasha said. "I mean, we can't give you any more stimulants. If you go crazy, no one will be able to hold you down."
"It's fine. Give me a little more. I'll go to sleep once I've finished talking."
Natasha had no choice but to step forward and inject him with another dose of antidote.
Schiller looked much better. Seizing this rare window of clarity, he spoke rapidly. "We have to find a way to force the ghost in the network out. When I sniped Lex Luthor before, he showed himself. That proves he has a reason he absolutely must protect Luthor—maybe to deal with you, maybe to keep me in check."
"And when I saw the writing on the corpse from another universe, I realized he was after me. So he definitely won't let me die, not even suffer injuries serious enough to affect my mobility. Therefore, when you were hunting me, he would definitely show himself to protect me. You can use that chance to catch him slipping."
Arkham Batman was just about to speak