That lofty call came from beyond the sky, rolling like thunder. At that very moment, the voice echoed in the ears of The Batman Who Laughs and the Evil Nobles, and through the Evil Nobles, it reverberated in the ears of the Empty Hand.
"So... my friend, you realized it, didn't you?"
The Evil Nobles turned his head and saw The Batman Who Laughs dressed in a nineteenth-century gentleman's suit. He dramatically raised a wineglass toward him and handed him another glass of champagne. The nineteenth-century British gentlemen and ladies passing by cast strange looks at the odd man standing in the street, with his pale skin, bizarre grin, and a pair of eye coverings that looked like dog collars.
"You should use your powers to block these inferior creatures from seeing you, as I do."
A tentacle extending from behind the Evil Nobles' tail took the drink The Batman Who Laughs offered him. Then he said, "We should keep a low profile now, instead of creating ripples in the timelines of other corners of the Over-Time Stream and exposing our existence."
"All right, all right. You're the boss." The Batman Who Laughs was surprisingly obedient. He agreed with the Evil Nobles, and a touch of red appeared on his pale face. It was the red of Mandrakk's skin, but because he was using so little power, it looked more like a blush against that pale face.
He moved his fingers, and the nineteenth-century people around them stopped noticing The Batman Who Laughs. They completely ignored him and continued living their meaningless lives.
"All life in the entire Multiverse is like this, my friend." The Batman Who Laughs said, "Even if we destroy Justice Incarnate, the DC Multiverse will still create a new Fail-Safe to deal with you. This invasion