After Green Lantern Batman woke up, he could hardly believe what he was seeing—a whole squad of Batmen.
Of course, he was one of the more unusual ones. Green Lantern Batman had also been contaminated, but he had been too young when it happened. The contamination had affected his mind, yet the cruel things he later did had ultimately shaped his personality. Even if the contamination were removed now, his terrible temperament would not return to what it had been.
In that case, he should have refused to cooperate entirely, stood against everyone else, and made life miserable for them all.
Unfortunately, someone had already played that role.
"What's with the two tentacles behind you?" Batman asked, studying Little Bruce.
"None of your business," Little Bruce replied.
Batman choked on his words. Great, another rebellious teenager. This world really was going to be destroyed by teenagers.
"Don't call them two tentacles," Helen reminded him. "They have names. What were they again? Tati and Jian?"
"Only someone whose brain is the size of a walnut would never remember their names. The ones on duty today are Raptor and Luna."
"Come on," Barry complained helplessly. "You have over six thousand tentacles. Two go on duty every day. Who could remember them all?"
Batman dearly wanted to say that compared to what the tentacles were called, wasn't the fact that he had six thousand tentacles far more shocking? Where had Batman even gotten tentacles?
"Speaking of which," Harley said, turning to Little Bruce, "what's the deal with that outer god? You said Nyarlathotep wasn't the one who first lured you in. Then who was?"
Little Bruce shook his head. "I don't know. But if Alfred was right, my mother received the call while I was still in her womb. Switching my faith to