Detroit.
Along the Detroit shoreline in America's Great Lakes region.
Among the cities surrounding the waters.
Countless black, mysterious iron structures, like chopsticks piercing the clouds, encircled the city like stars surrounding the moon.
From the towering Cosmic Tuning Forks, one superhero after another hung suspended.
They continuously supplied Barbatos with dark energy.
The dark energy around their necks was like a lasso, hanging them like cured meat in a gruesome, horrifying sight.
Beneath those enormous iron structures, Alfreds in suits and ties, their expressions meticulously stern, strode about.
But the red glow in their eyes ruined any trace of elegance.
Beneath the legs of their suit trousers, rotting corpses could occasionally be seen strewn across the ground.
Not far from those Alfreds, within a massive black spire, a figure clad in gleaming black metal armor silently watched everything happening in the city.
The glass reflected that metal Bat-mask.
His thoughts drifted back to long ago.
It had been a terrible night.
Earth-44.
"Bang!"
A whistling iron fist slammed into Old Butler's face, making him spit blood as his mouth fell open.
His frail yet upright body collapsed helplessly onto the floor.
"I don't know about you, Old Butler, but I could keep this up all day!"
Killer Croc grinned savagely as he grabbed what little hair Old Butler had left.
"That won't do, little crocodile. Leave some for the rest of us!"
Harley Quinn ran her fingers through her blond hair streaked red and blue, her pale face filled with madness.
"Enough. Tell us where Batman is before we get serious!"
Unlike the others, Two-Face Harvey flicked the coin in his hand as he glared at Old Butler with an unfriendly expression.
"Uh, who's Batman? I don't know. Could you tell me what Batman is?"
As always, Old