This Bruce, infected with the Joker Virus, had ultimately fallen into exactly what Joker had hoped and wished for. He was as insane as Joker, yet possessed Batman's calm. He deceived everyone and, through a meticulously planned disguise, ultimately killed his Bat Team and every member of the Justice League.
After personally torturing Superman and his family to death by cruel means, he found everything dull and meaningless. But then, a powerful existence revealed the existence of the Dark Multiverse to him.
The Batman Who Laughs!
He could also be called the Dark Side of an entire universe.
He wandered through the various Dark Multiverses, selecting members he favored. Every one of those members was a blackened version of himself, and each represented a powerful force within a universe.
Speed Force.
Metal Force.
Aquaman Force.
Old Gods Force.
Kryptonian Doomsday Force.
And the Dark Side born from the combination of Joker and Batman.
Each of them was unique within the team. Under The Batman Who Laughs's summons, they had already destroyed countless universes and worlds, all in search of the so-called Prime Universe and new companions.
Bruce sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat. The scenes from the dream still echoed through his mind with terrifying clarity. That sense of personally experiencing it all made even a man as iron-willed as him shudder in fear and panic.
The despair each version of himself had encountered in that dream was exactly what he least wanted to face. Yet those scenes had been displayed before him so cruelly and directly, vivid down to the smallest detail and dripping with blood.
He had felt every one of them as if they were his own. He could feel that suffocating despair, that despair that wanted to destroy everything. He simply could not guarantee