Wayne Manor's basement was somewhat old and dim, making the conversation between Schiller, Batman, and Sinestro feel more like an interrogation from the Middle Ages.
Although Sinestro had no idea why the yellow energy had slipped beyond his control and obeyed the orders of the black-clad freak before him, nor why he could no longer summon the power of the Yellow Lantern, the one thing he did know was that, without the support of his ring's energy, he had nowhere left to run.
"Can you tell us about your origins? Or rather, how exactly did you become the Corps Leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps?"
Sinestro narrowed his eyes. He had not expected Schiller's first question to be this. He said, "It seems you already know something about the Lantern Corps. But as far as I know, the Corps have not developed much in Earth's sector. The entire planet has only one Green Lantern..."
"That's right, but we probably know more than you think."
"Such as?"
"You'd better answer my question first."
"If you won't tell me what you know, then what exactly do you expect me to talk about?"
"Don't change the subject. I know what you're thinking. You'd better not try feeding us the same nonsense you use to fool the natives of backwater planets. Don't bring up any theories about the supremacy of the Lantern Corps. I only want to know how the greatest Green Lantern became a Yellow Lantern."
"It seems you really do know quite a lot." Sinestro drew a breath. He did not seem inclined to hide it. "Because I caught a glimpse of the filthy conspiracy behind the Green Lantern Corps—or rather, behind all the Lantern Corps."
"Oh?" Schiller leaned forward with obvious interest. "And what was that?"
"You should know the origins