But what surprised everyone even more was the other figure who stepped out of the Batmobile. Schiller opened the door, got out, settled his hat atop his head, and pulled a pistol from his coat.
"Long time no see, Owlman." He looked at Owlman, who was seated in a chair floating in midair. "Aren't you wondering why I'm here?"
"It's you." Owlman narrowed his eyes at him. Now he was certain that this Schiller was the agent who had been matched into the same Dungeon as him last time.
He had just opened his mouth to say something when he saw the dark muzzle already trained on him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Schiller fired three shots in rapid succession. Owlman flipped behind his chair for cover. Instinctively, he turned to look at The Batman Who Laughs, only to see a powerful figure radiating indescribable oppression leap high into the air and come crashing down. Before The Batman Who Laughs could even swing his chain, a metallic fist had already slammed down.
"Boom!"
The thin, pale figure was sent flying. Arkham Batman immediately closed in again, followed by another punch that launched The Batman Who Laughs into the air. Then his elbow came down hard. With a crack, ribs shattered. The Batman Who Laughs spat out a mouthful of blood. Arkham Batman threw another punch, scattering his teeth everywhere.
Owlman swallowed.
He had not hidden for long before, the moment he turned around, Schiller's fist swept past the side of his head. He dodged right, and Schiller delivered a side kick that sent him flying.
"Wait!" Owlman shouted. "We can talk!"
"Bang!" Schiller shot Owlman in the chest. The bullet tore through his lung, leaving him temporarily voiceless. Realizing the other man truly intended to kill him, he scrambled up from the