"I knew we'd meet here sooner or later." A strange voice suddenly rang out from the darkness, as though suppressing some kind of laughter, broken and breathless. A figure wearing a studded mask and bound all over in black chains rose from the darkness and stepped into the scant light.
His mouth was painted a Joker-like crimson, exposing the teeth within, making him as terrifying as a hyena that had torn into flesh and blood. His voice continued to echo through the space.
"I just didn't expect that day to come so soon. Was it because of the guidance of the person behind you? I hope you liked the little gift I prepared for you just now. After all, I thought that experience was far too wonderful not to revisit, wasn't it?"
"You shouldn't have set your sights on this universe." Bruce's expression turned solemn. He paced back and forth in place, never taking his eyes off the version of himself across from him known as The Batman Who Laughs.
"Am I the only one who has set my sights on this universe? Wasn't it targeted long ago? Do you think your universe is still your own universe? Stop deceiving yourself. It already belongs to someone else! That is the truth, beyond dispute.
"Since you can accept the rule of others, why can't you accept your own rule? Though I am you from another universe, you and I were always one whole." The Batman Who Laughs chuckled, exposing the point Bruce least wanted to admit.
Luke had entrusted Bruce and the Justice League with many affairs in this universe, but that was only because there was no need to provoke them excessively and drain this universe's potential and foundation. In truth, they all knew that Luke and his people were