"Get away!" Umbridge screamed hysterically. "You're an illusion! One of Dumbledore's tricks!"
She waved her wand, firing a brilliant illumination charm at the ceiling in an attempt to light up the "illusion" standing beside her bed.
The light that should have remained shining existed for only an instant, but in that instant, she not only saw the tall black figure clearly, but also several other shadowy figures that appeared and vanished like ghosts.
"No! That's impossible!" She gripped her wand tightly and aimed it at the shadow before her.
After the blinding flash faded, the shadow still stood there, completely unharmed. Its cold gaze seemed to say: This is reality.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"I am vengeance." The shadow stood like an iron tower, darkness gathering behind him into enormous bat wings. "I am the night. I am Batman."
The word "Batman" struck Umbridge like a vicious blow.
"Die! Just die!"
An evil presence filled the entire room. With only madness left in her eyes, she seemed to have already seen Batman reduced to dust.
But this was not reality. Her Dark Magic was swallowed by the darkness again, just as it had been before.
That cold, low, raspy voice sounded once more. "Your power is borrowed, your dignity is stolen. When true darkness descends, you and your pink toys will be worthless."
Batman took a step back and merged with the darkness, vanishing without a trace as if he had never existed.
Umbridge collapsed onto the bed, drenched in cold sweat. Her teeth chattered as she clutched the soaking-wet blanket tightly.
As a witch, the magic she had always been so proud of had proved utterly useless against Batman.
Suddenly, a beam of harsh light shone into the room from outside the window.
Bat-shaped silhouettes, the source of