Apokolips's light came from the external shield, carrying a naturally cold hue that brought to mind the hour on Earth when evening had not quite fallen. The entire world was shrouded in a deep blue. Mountains piled from black rock and steel looked entirely different from the scenery of home, yet they always reminded Batman of Gotham.
Main Universe Batman stood by the window, lightly tapping his fingers against his wineglass. Main Universe Superman sat in a nearby chair. He sighed softly before saying, "This can't go on."
"Of course," Main Universe Batman nodded. "We need a breakthrough."
The debriefing meeting, which had lasted the entire night, had ended half an hour ago. The process had been painfully unremarkable. Everyone had shown a good attitude, reflected deeply, actively offered ideas, and took turns thinking of solutions. The only problem was that the mistakes from the previous battle could not be solved through reflection and self-criticism.
Most Batmen had reached the same conclusion—everyone who had fought had already done their best. They had lost because of a gap in raw strength. What they needed to study next was how to defeat the strong while weak.
In Batman's life, defeating the strong while weak had always been the eternal main theme. Whether it was Gotham's lunatics or mysterious entities invading Earth, they were all far stronger than Batman, an ordinary man. Yet he had won every time. They believed this time would be no exception.
Main Universe Batman knew very well that this was precisely when they could not rush for quick results. They had to remain steady and wait for the perfect opportunity before striking.
The Guardians of the Galaxy seemed like an opportunity delivered right to their doorstep, but Main Universe Batman did not think it was reliable enough. This