I am The Batman Who Laughs. As you can see, I have pushed my plan to its final stage.
You see, I have never worried that Batman Dragon would fail. That is the most interesting part. Superheroes always win. It is a universal truth.
When you scour the history books and discover that all the pain you endured was nothing more than an inevitable joke, you will be just like me, wanting to laugh from the bottom of your heart.
You see, most things are meaningless. To ordinary people, they are merely using those things to fill their lives and make themselves forget their fear of death. But it is different for us. We are superheroes. Although Bruce Wayne is still flesh and blood, I have already been dragged into some even more brutal grand narrative, becoming one tiny screw within it.
As everyone knows, superheroes do not die.
No matter how many times the universe is rebooted, whether they want to or not, they will eventually return.
So what meaning does any of this have?
Compared to ordinary people, superheroes are more like slaves to Destiny.
Every mortal in the Multiverse can make their own choices.
Take those two ordinary people, for example. Do you think I cannot see death? Do you think my gaze cannot pierce that vulgar boundary?
Those two ordinary mortals from the Dark Multiverse, Sean and Boris, lived in the Multiverse during the rebirth of the DC Multiverse. They could become police officers, or criminals, or even a Joker who cackled madly onstage. But I, Bruce Wayne, must always be Batman.
Yes, every Wayne ultimately becomes Batman. Even if I become something else, Batman will catch up with me and make sure I die horribly.
The day I inhaled Joker Toxin, I saw the truth