The moment he chose the difficulty, the elevator doors on the side of the hall opened. The robots guided the two of them into two separate elevators. When Arkham Batman entered his elevator, he was still thinking that this opening was actually pretty good, rather immersive, and better than Battleworld's direct walk through a portal.
But he soon felt something was wrong, because the wait inside the elevator was far too long. Although he had not held much hope for this kind of small workshop, a loading time of a few minutes would have been understandable. But Arkham Batman waited in the elevator for more than ten minutes, and the elevator was still descending, with no sign that the doors were about to open.
Arkham Batman began to wonder whether the elevator was broken, or whether the level had already started and he needed to solve some puzzle before he could leave the elevator. But perhaps precisely to avoid that misunderstanding, there was nothing at all inside the elevator. Buttons, switches, or wall decorations—everything was completely bare.
Arkham Batman could only keep waiting. He thought of what Doctor Manhattan had said before, about balancing their attributes and turning their abilities into skills. That would definitely take some time, and perhaps Doctor Manhattan even had to operate it manually, so being a little slow was normal.
After waiting a few more minutes, after a full twenty minutes of loading, the elevator doors finally opened. But what Arkham Batman had not expected was that the game still had not begun. He appeared in an almost completely dark space.
He was sitting in a chair, with his hands, feet, and neck all restrained. At the same time, there were four other people beside him, but the space seemed to have been blurred, and