When Schiller heard the news, he frowned slightly. Of course, he knew Batman's retaliation would not be long in coming. But if it had happened this quickly, Arkham Batman had probably made his move.
Don't forget, Arkham Batman was a speedrunner. And although he had his own independent personality in the story, limiting how much Players could alter the plot, when it came to controls, that was no longer up to him.
Not even counting the masters who challenged speedruns, an ordinary Player could wander all over the map, finish every side quest, and complete every collectible in only a few dozen real-world hours. If they were truly terrible, they could summon the grandmaster of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow—one little ding, and anyone who came would die.
More than ten hours had passed since Charles's outburst. In Arkham Batman's universe, the Riddler's trophies would already have filled the place. The fact that only one Cerebro had been blown up meant he was being quite cautious.
What Schiller did not know was that Charles had been worried something might happen to the Mutants of their universe. He had therefore asked Schiller and Gray Mist to give them some psychosomatic symptoms and make them see a Doctor, which had given Arkham Batman's group an opening. It proved that people should not be too wicked, or disaster would catch up with them sooner or later.
About six hours earlier, the White Queen had taken the prescription Schiller gave her to the pharmacy at the field hospital. The moment she entered, the pharmacy staff looked as though they had seen a ghost.
"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, but without a prescription, we really can't... Oh, goodness, you do have a prescription. Then there's no problem. Let me see... Here is your medication. The Doctor who