"Such familiar power!" Thanos gripped The Batman Who Laughs by the head and turned toward Bruce. That evil, dark, gloomy, filthy, despairing, destructive power—the kind that brought endless torment and nausea—seemed to remind him of certain unpleasant things that had once happened to him.
It was like drowning: powerless to struggle, and struggling was useless. All one could do was slowly taste enough pain before becoming part of it. Though Luke had dubbed this power the Junkyard, that name also referred to an attribute everyone avoided.
Someone actually wanted to seize such dangerous, revolting power? Did they think their lives were too bleak and want some excitement because they had nothing better to do?
Thanos grabbed The Batman Who Laughs by the head and lifted him one-handed until their eyes were level. He had seen countless madmen in his life, as well as innumerable ambitious schemers and people stubbornly devoted to their principles. Even Death had once been connected to him. But this man before him absolutely did not belong among them.
At a glance, he could see the darkness and destructive tendency within the other man's heart. He was no stranger to such qualities; certain Dimensional Worlds produced chaotic creatures like that. But it was his first time seeing a human possess such intense evil.
"How pitiful, isn't it? A failure just like me!" Though his skull was about to be crushed open, The Batman Who Laughs seemed not to care about the agony bursting through his brain. His crimson lips even continued to stretch wildly apart, forming an infectious, crazed smile.
"Yes, truly pitiful! But child, you have no right to say that to me." Thanos smiled. With a squeeze of his palm, The Batman Who Laughs' head burst like a watermelon, spraying red blood and gray-white brain