Listening to The Batman Who Laughs's irreverent teasing, Orsaga neither grew angry nor annoyed.
As a lunatic himself, he had encountered more lunatics than he could count.
The Batman Who Laughs's slight breach of decorum was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
Thus, he smiled calmly. "Of course. I do not mind."
After saying that, he quietly listened to the screams at the scene for a while.
To him,
they could be considered rather pleasant music.
In the past, in order to please him,
certain individuals within Crimson Heaven, led by the Eldar—Blood-loving people—had been especially fond of creating some heavy-tasting works.
And it had to be said that those fellows' tricks truly counted as art.
Within suffering crafted from flesh and blood lay unspeakable depravity and delight, while within ultimate evil there also existed a certain steadfast holiness...
Orsaga found it quite appreciable.
Compared to those Blood-loving people,
in this regard,
although The Batman Who Laughs had smeared on some lipstick and trained his offspring and followers, those Robins, into Mad Dogs,
his craftsmanship was ultimately far too crude.
It was not fit for the grand stage.
And so, after quietly listening to those screams for a while,
Orsaga casually snapped his fingers.
The screams came to an abrupt halt.
One after another, those whose eyes had been injured discovered in astonishment that their damaged eyes had somehow already recovered completely.
Without giving them time to think things through slowly,
Orsaga's voice echoed throughout Iceberg Restaurant.
"Ancient One, although you stopped the Justice League from attacking me earlier,
"their intentions were still openly displayed before me.
"I do not particularly care about that,
"but it would be somewhat unreasonable not to offer any response..."
"So, while broadening your horizons a little, I have decided to play a