If The Batman Who Laughs had still been clinging to a sliver of hope before, hoping to deal with these interlopers at the smallest possible cost, then he no longer had any such thoughts.
What frightened The Batman Who Laughs most was not Batman Dragon or Perpetua. Even when the others were repeatedly crushed by Batman Dragon, or had their actions predicted and then counter-plotted against, The Batman Who Laughs had never been this tense, because those were enemies he could see.
But the one before him was different. Unlike all those people The Batman Who Laughs had encountered before, he was facing an unbeatable enemy... himself.
Nothing could be more terrifying than that.
The Batman Who Laughs made his decision almost at once. He had to stop all this immediately.
Even if it meant paying a small price.
And that price was clearly...
The Over-Time Stream burned rapidly, exhausting all the time The Batman Who Laughs had stolen from the DC Multiverse.
As everything burned away, The Batman Who Laughs seized control of his body again almost instantly. He opened his eyes and found himself in some corner of the Over-Time Stream.
He panted heavily, feeling that most of the fifty-two seconds he controlled had already been deleted and vanished. Even the silver-white letters of the Alfred Protocol on his retinas had disappeared completely.
Very good.
But to be safe, The Batman Who Laughs still planned to stay hidden until everything was completely over.
Burning fifty-two seconds had only temporarily stopped those personalities from causing further chaos in his body. It had not yet eradicated his Fail-Safe plan.
He had to carefully recall exactly what he had done and think about how to deal with his former self.
The Batman Who Laughs suddenly felt a little sleepy.
He was