Dick looked as though he had frozen. He felt that the person across from him was lying, because this dark shadow appearing before him was completely different from the Batman he knew.
Yet he could not refute it, because aside from Batman, no one else could be this harmonious with Gotham's night.
Or rather, this strange man before him who called himself Batman was more suited to the darkness of this city than the Batman Dick knew.
When he stood in the slightly humid air of Gotham's night, every trace of moisture from the tips of his hair to the surface of his skin felt like a black wave rushing toward him.
Dick had never seen a Batman like this.
He knew that Batman was the Dark Knight of Gotham, and that he was not the kind of bright, magnificent hero written in fairy tales, but it was precisely this dark charm that deeply captivated Dick, and at this moment, he felt even more entranced.
"Who on earth are you?" Dick asked in a somewhat dazed manner as he took a slight step forward, staring at that figure.
"I am Batman," the other replied once more. Yet looking at Dick's youthful face, he seemed to display some extra patience and added another sentence, "Batman from another world."
"Another world?" Dick muttered, repeating those words. He felt that he should not accept such a bizarre explanation; did other worlds really exist? Was there a Gotham there too? And a Batman?
"You know the Batman of this world," the dark shadow across from him said. This should have been a question, but he spoke it with the tone of a declarative statement, completely as a matter of course.
Dick regained a little clarity. He took another step back, baring his teeth like