What kind of world lay beyond the door?
Before entering, Bruce had expected to see a scene straight out of hell—no order, no civilization, even more hopelessly chaotic and dark than Gotham had once been.
Bizarre evildoers would be running rampant everywhere.
But once they entered, what they saw and observed was vastly different.
They had arrived in a world that was orderly and prosperous, peaceful and tranquil. The crimson, madness-filled eyes that had lingered in their minds only moments ago vanished completely the instant they stepped through the door. They seemed to have been nothing more than a means of intimidation, a test of the entrants' courage.
"Here?" Bruce looked questioningly at Luke and Bruce in a Hospital Gown, wanting to ask about the situation. He had thought they would have to face a difficult battle the moment they entered. He had prepared for every possible accident, yet everything was calm, as though he had been overthinking it.
"What you see is not real. I remember this world. It should be a city trapped in an endless cycle of darkness. It is so unique that The Batman Who Laughs chose it as his residence." Bruce in a Hospital Gown looked solemn. "Do not be fooled by the fact that it is now a normal, beautiful city filled with order and peace. Very soon, it will fall into the Abyss of darkness at a speed no one can imagine. Even if countless people in this city try to save it, it will be useless."
"The Batman Who Laughs gave this city a dark, evil will and soul, causing it to repeat its cycle, greedily devouring the darkness and fear in the hearts of everyone within it."
"Bloom, bear fruit, and cycle again. In the end, it destroys the entire universe."