The images on the screen continued. When the camera shifted to Bale-Batman's reflection from his own perspective, nearly everyone jumped in fright.
That did not look like him at all.
First of all, the restroom connected to the office was not a public restroom. It was extremely cramped, and the space for the separated sink area was even smaller.
So the light installed directly in the middle of the sink area hung right above Bale-Batman's head.
When Arthur had demonstrated it earlier, the lighting effect had reminded Overlord Superman of Batman. That was no coincidence. In a dim environment, with the overhead light perfectly centered, a person's eyes sank entirely beneath their brow ridge, as though they were wearing a mask.
At the same time, the space beneath the jaw sank completely into darkness. The whole face seemed supported by blocks of black, while the shadows of the brow ridge and nose became sharply defined dark masses. The excessively stark contrast blurred the details of facial muscle contours, making him look more like a Renaissance sculpture than a living person.
Bale-Batman had already been made tense by the hallucination he had seen. Naturally, he was not in the mood to grin and laugh while standing beneath the mirror. His expression had already been serious, and under that lighting, he bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Main Universe Batman.
Rigid, solemn, stiff—he seemed to have utterly lost the vitality he once possessed, more like a corpse or a moving specimen.
His original temperament, his lively eyes and relaxed mouth, had been thoroughly muted by the lighting, yet traces still remained, like an old ghost possessing him.
Bale-Batman was clearly startled by the sight of himself as well.
But he did not know what to do, because what he had seen really was