In the office at Wayne Enterprises Tower, Bale-Batman took off his glasses. He leaned back in his chair, interlaced his index fingers over his abdomen, and let out a long sigh. Then he quickly sat upright and began checking his Battleworld interface.
Knock, knock, knock. The assistant knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Rodriguez is here."
"Show him in."
Schiller walked in, shook Bale-Batman's hand, and gave him a hug. Bale-Batman looked at him, smiled, and said, "A rare visitor."
Schiller smiled and nodded back. The two walked over to the desk, and Schiller took an invitation from his briefcase. "This is the magic academy's enrollment invitation. What do you think?"
Bale-Batman picked it up and examined it. It was a purple invitation, and once unfolded, it looked more like a display screen, because the patterns on it moved and the words gradually appeared.
"It's hard to imagine how abundant the magical energy in your universe must be for you to waste it on something like this." After a sigh, Bale-Batman added, "I think it's very good. Quite magical, even. But I think Batman might prefer something simpler."
"We need to convey the dreamlike quality of magic so the children will be filled with anticipation for it." Schiller smiled as he explained.
"Children?" Bale-Batman asked in surprise.
Schiller was equally surprised. He did not know what Bale-Batman was questioning, so he gave him a puzzled look.
"So this school isn't enrolling Batmen?"
"Are you kidding?" Schiller stared at him in disbelief. "Who would recruit a bunch of Batmen to study in their universe? Wouldn't that be insane?"
Bale-Batman awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Of course it is. I had to work incredibly hard to convince the administrators of the supernatural organizations in our universe to