When Schiller looked at the red-haired woman again, he could still see traces of many familiar people on her face. In the past, she had leaned more toward Black Widow's cold, stern temperament, but now she resembled Pamela more, looking much gentler.
Brainiac—who had no physical body, though according to him he had carefully dressed up his code—spoke up. "Welcome, ma'am. I'm sorry to have invited you here under such circumstances. A mess this big isn't something you see every day, is it?"
A certain light flickered in Superman's eyes. She seemed to be exchanging data with Brainiac. After a while, she let out a soft sigh and said, "He really is... bold."
"What do you mean?" Brainiac asked.
"He should never have gone near Gotham." A glint of wisdom flashed in Superman's eyes. Schiller observed her and found that she was indeed somewhat different from electronic lifeforms like Brainiac, but she was unlike Jarvis as well. She was not "humanized," but more like an entirely new form of life, possessing an elusive, mysterious air no human could have, like one of the "sages" from certain myths.
"He commands the Power of Death, which is exactly why he should not have come to Gotham," Superman said. "Here, he cannot define death."
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
"Why can't Joker die?" Superman asked. Yet she did not seem to expect anyone to answer, so she answered herself. "Because his death has been deconstructed into an absurd performance. Like an actor on a stage, struck by a bullet, then grinning as he gets back up to take a bow. Everything has been framed within the realm of artistic conception and philosophical discussion, so life and death can both be treated as theater. Compared to Gotham's madness, death is simply too light."
"A very novel