On the brilliantly lit stage, Molecule Man Owen finally had room to shine. He waved his microphone, and after an impassioned cheer, several beams of light instantly lit up over the seats, indicating that they had finally gathered enough spectators to enter the Spectator Hall.
Beneath the lights, each spectator wore a different expression.
At the very edge stood an exceptionally broad figure. He wore a silver-white bodysuit with a bright red "S" on his chest. His expression was somewhat gloomy and cold, but that face was none other than the familiar Clark Kent.
Overlord Superman, a Superman who had truly ruled Earth through tyranny and hegemony, came from Earth-50. He had already established a complete system of extreme centralization led by the Superman Lords on his own Earth.
In the second beam of light, a figure in a red suit and green tie sat with one leg crossed over the other, staring impatiently at Owen as he flailed about onstage. His eyes lay deep within sockets painted blue, his gaze dark and unreadable.
Joker Arthur, from Joker, was a comedian who had endured countless hardships: thin, old, and neurotic. He was a very unusual Joker.
In the third beam stood a young Bruce Wayne. He had the same blue eyes as every Batman, but when he saw Schiller's figure on the enormous screen ahead, his gaze paused slightly.
Batman, from a universe where Batman's greatest role was standing guard on rooftops as a tourist attraction, had come here while on watch. He, too, was a very unusual Batman.
The figure in the fourth beam wore a red-and-blue uniform, and the spider emblem on his chest appeared even clearer beneath the lights.
Spider-Man, from some unknown universe, though all universes were pretty much the same anyway, looked utterly confused. He