Looking at the clear fine wine being poured into his cup, Schiller was somewhat flattered.
It wasn't as though no one had ever invited him for a drink, but this was Batman. Never mind whether this Batman was authentic or not—he was Batman! How many people had ever been invited for a drink by Batman?!
This was a life achievement on the same difficulty level as seeing Iron Man cry or hearing Spider-Man swear! Even Pride didn't have either of those achievements!
Schiller coughed twice, reined in his excitement a little, raised his glass to clink it against Batman's, and said, "So, in your opinion, how do we solve this situation?"
His ears are practically standing up higher than a Doberman's, and he's still putting on this scholarly act. Schiller chuckled inwardly and said, "Actually, it isn't all that difficult. Compared to the extreme cases I've seen, this is a piece of cake."
"Tell me." Batman sat even straighter.
"But before that, you have to tell me what you've been hiding from me." Schiller waved a hand. "This isn't a transaction. I simply need to know whether my previous guesses about certain people's family backgrounds were accurate. It will help me assess the condition and propose a solution. That's not too much to ask, is it?"
Batman visibly froze. The hand swirling his glass stopped as well. He turned his head aside, seeming to recall something, but quickly shook his head and said, "Of course it isn't too much. But I don't think you'll believe me. No one does."
"Since you already know that we're visitors from another universe, you should be able to imagine that countless strange things happen across the myriad universes. How can you be sure that what you're about to tell us is strange enough that