Only after the residual heat inside had gradually dissipated did Batman move, opening the electric gate outside.
Shane's voice came from inside.
"What's your name?"
"The person who rescued me said I should be called Clark, Clark Kent."
Superman, completely off his guard, answered truthfully.
"Oh~ Clark."
Just as Shane drawled the name meaningfully, a cold gaze landed squarely on his back.
When he turned around, Batman was standing outside the open gate, silently staring at him.
"What? I'm trying to get on good terms with the newcomer."
Shane turned his head and held out a hand toward Skeletal Superman.
"My name is Zhent."
Skeletal Superman hesitated before extending his hand and shaking Shane's. Only then did he turn his gaze toward Batman outside.
Shane could clearly see an emotion in Skeletal Superman's eyes that could be described as goodwill.
The man blankly pointed at Batman.
"I've seen that suit of yours—before the End of the World War, someone wearing armor like that, together with another person, released me."
Batman's gaze grew even more solemn.
"There's a Batman where you come from too?"
Of course he would have that question. Shane had already peeked at the letter from Thomas beforehand.
Written in an elegant, expensive-looking script, it filled an entire page with a father's longing for his son.
Because Bruce of the Flashpoint World had still been young when he died, Thomas's choice of words seemed as though he were speaking to a child.
That poor old man might not have been unable to imagine what his son looked like grown up. He simply had no idea how to speak with an adult child.
Of course, it was also possible that the old Batman was unwilling to face the fact that his son had become Batman in another world as