The bus sped along a broad, flat highway until the light at the edge of the sky began to shift constantly. They had set out at noon, but as the bus continued onward, the sun seemed to be setting in the east, and the faint glow of dawn began to show.
The first day of the Decameron had begun.
The bus came to a steady stop beside a roadside sign. With a clatter, its doors opened, and the damp scent of mist mingled with fallen leaves. In the crisp, bright morning air, it was impossible not to feel refreshed.
Natasha and Main Universe Batman got off rather quickly. Bale-Batman watched the two figures, one after the other, with some confusion.
Weren't this female agent and the Doctor supposed to be on the same team? Judging by her earlier expression, she shouldn't have known Batman. Why had the two of them gotten together now?
Of course, Bale-Batman had also noticed Natasha's naked, undisguised, burning gaze. But he thought that women like her were best at using their beauty and promiscuity to conceal their true intentions. Men always fell for that sort of thing, but expecting Batman to take the bait was thinking too much of oneself.
Then the other Batman took the bait.
Bale-Batman watched helplessly through the bus window as he and that beautiful female agent leaned together, whispering about who knew what.
He hadn't said a word to another version of himself, but he started chatting the moment he encountered a pretty woman?
No, it probably wasn't that simple. Bale-Batman considered himself seasoned in matters of romance. He wasn't some green kid who got taken in the moment he saw a beautiful woman.
Then what had made two people who had never met before, and didn't even seem to