Pale Rider stood in front of the bank.
This was not the first time he had stood in front of a bank like this.
It was just that those days were far too distant from his present self. He had followed the rules for too long, and those mad memories had been washed away by time, becoming vague and indistinct.
So he had only one feeling now—he had woken up too hard and was seeing Batman rob a bank!
Batmen across most universes looked very similar. Main Universe Batman and Bruce had completely different temperaments, but if one looked closely, their facial features were remarkably alike. If photos of them were taken from the same angle, they would look like pictures of the same person at different stages of life.
The Batman from Pale Rider's universe was no exception. In other words, he looked like the classic Batman too, and he was not much older than Bruce. As a result, Pale Rider's understanding of that face was simply: Batman.
He was no longer Batman's most rabid fan, but don't ask—he had loved him once. He simply could not accept someone with that face robbing a bank.
People who had chased celebrities might understand. When many people mentioned some star they used to like, it felt like a digital criminal record. But very few were truly willing to admit that their taste had simply been terrible back then, which was why they had become fans of such a thing.
Pale Rider's expression was impossible to describe.
Bruce, however, was completely unaffected. He raised his gun again and pointed it toward the counter. "Put your hands where I can see them. You'd better not let me catch anyone secretly calling the police."
"You over there!" He swung the gun toward a customer