The Rope in the Tug-of-War Was Tied to Hal, and The Batman Who Laughs Was Pulling with All His Might

Ah.

Death.

So sweet, so peaceful.

Everything in existence would eventually invite death, and death was the destination of all things.

I was the Black Death Emperor.

I was the spokesperson for death.

When life faded and night fell, I would arrive without a sound.

Many beings across the universes misunderstood me. They saw me as the embodiment of evil. They believed I brought slaughter and death, but the truth was that death was not something I brought. It had always been there.

I was not a demon king who brought death. I was merely the herald who came with it.

I returned those who should have died but had escaped death to the place they were meant to go.

For example, that Batman Dragon. I was only doing my job.

The Black Death Emperor thought silently.

Yet the Black Death Emperor pursued more death because it was in his nature. As for The Batman Who Laughs beside him, he did so entirely out of his evil nature.

"Are you ready?"

The Black Death Emperor heard The Batman Who Laughs' voice. The other man's matter-of-fact attitude displeased him somewhat, but the Black Death Emperor had no intention of quibbling with him.

The Batman Who Laughs was not dead. To the Black Death Emperor, the dead were what he needed. The Batman Who Laughs could help him call back those who should already have died, so he had value. That was what mattered most to the Black Death Emperor.

Once this was over, the two of them would go their separate ways and never meet again. He could not care less what happened to The Batman Who Laughs.

"Keheh heh heh..."

The Batman Who Laughs chuckled again. The Black Death Emperor's skull-like face remained expressionless.

*Why won't he stop laughing...? This