"The plan failed, but that was part of my plan." The Batman Who Laughs said this.
There was nothing wrong with what he said, after all. The only one who had suffered was Emperor Joker, while The Batman Who Laughs stood comfortably on dry land.
Clang—crack—BOOM!
The moment he finished speaking, the machine before him could no longer withstand the overwhelming force Parallax Hal had brought from upstream. Amid a deafening crash, it completely transformed from a [damaged but barely usable machine] into a huge pile of scrap metal.
The Batman Who Laughs tilted his head and dodged the flying gear. It shot past like a shotgun pellet.
Although it was already at the end of its strength and could no longer pierce through the entire spaceship where The Batman Who Laughs stood, it still embedded itself deeply in the wall behind him.
The Batman Who Laughs stared blankly at the broken machine for a second. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he raised a foot, pivoted 180 degrees like a compass, and walked toward a chair nearby.
"What's that saying again? Never be afraid to turn around and walk away after things have gone bad."
He plopped down into the chair, propped his chin on one hand, and somehow managed to look two parts carefree, three parts indifferent, and four parts deeply calculating.
Along with one part of deeply concealed embarrassment and fury.
"You failed."
The Batman Who Laughs heard Black Death Emperor say.
"I didn't fail." The Batman Who Laughs said, "This is merely another possibility, a smaller possibility... but not one without warning signs.
At this point, under normal circumstances, Black Death Emperor should have said, "Then what are you planning to do now?"
That was the kind of person he was. As a dead man, he did