"Let's welcome the big winners of the desert—Batman!!!!"
When the two very similar figures appeared on the screen, everyone froze.
Was there any justice left in the world?!
Sure enough, two Batmen had appeared on the screen. One wore gleaming metal armor, his head slightly raised, every line from head to toe as sharp as an unsheathed blade.
The other was far more somber. Wrapped in a black cape, he was tall and slender, carrying an air of dark, elegant mystery while also radiating the most primal sense of oppression Batman inspired.
They were Arkham Batman and Main Universe Batman. Once the others on the field recognized them, most of them laughed in exasperation.
Fine, fine, Dad squared, was it? If there was anything harder to deal with than Batman using Superman's body, it was probably Batman using Batman's body.
Even more terrifying was that Arkham Batman had appeared on the field. In other words, the body they were using belonged to Arkham Batman—inside that terrifying body were two even more terrifying souls.
One Batman controlling a body could resolve every disaster in Gotham and solve every riddle in a single night. If there were two Batmen, it would probably take only half a night.
This really wasn't metaphysics. If Batman had two processors, he could perceive the outside world while thinking internally; react at high speed while making meticulous judgments; observe others' reactions while controlling his body's movements; collect behavioral data while analyzing it in real time.
"Haha." Stark laughed. "Schiller's in trouble now."
"Hope you can still laugh later." Steve knew exactly what Stark was like.
Then the Beyonder announced the winners of the most baffling region, "the Moon"—Pride and Nyarlathotep.
Strangely, only Pride appeared on the screen. The other did not even have a concrete form, seeming