Owlman frowned as he stared at the image on the screen. "He looks a little off. More accurately, he was never quite right to begin with. At first, he somewhat resembled the Schiller I'd encountered before, but then he became increasingly strange. What exactly is going on?"
"You've met him?" Laughing Man looked quite interested.
"Yes, in a Dungeon. I encountered two Schillers, probably counterparts from different universes. One had a very aggressive style, while the other was always pulling strings in the shadows. I thought today's Schiller would be the more aggressive one. At first, he did seem quite similar, but then something started to feel wrong. Now he looks even less like him."
"No matter what, he cannot leave the maze." An ethereal voice rose from an empty seat. "He will be trapped in my city forever. Either he accepts his failure and leaves, like the previous Batman, or he perishes alongside the dead spirits within the city."
"Don't be too confident," Owlman said. "That previous Batman was merely strong, but this one is exceptionally strange. It's hard to get a read on him. We'd better prepare for the worst."
"And the worst-case scenario is just going down there to fight him, isn't it?" Laughing Man curled his lip. "Do you think you can't beat him? Then again, ever since the plan began, no one has managed to break through Ghost City's blockade. None of you have had much chance to act. If this guy really gets out, we can have some fun with him."
"I have a feeling," said a gaunt, pale Batman seated in a shadowy corner at the edge of the room, dressed in dark mage robes. "This won't be so simple. It won't end anytime soon."
Schiller and Batman headed toward the center of