I'm Just Completing History

Every man's most precious thing was remarkably consistent.

It was the brother who was as close as his own hands and feet, the bond that had been with him since the womb beyond all doubt—and on that point, even Batman was no exception.

"Damn it—oh, thank God—"

When he first heard Ian's words, Batman had truly broken out in a cold sweat. He instinctively checked his own body, and fortunately, no parts were missing.

The hawk-like man could not help letting out a breath of relief.

"I was just playing a joke on you. Just telling a joke. I'm the Joker, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to tell jokes." Ian was not trying to convince Batman, but the judgment of the cosmic consciousness.

After saying that, he even burst out laughing first, doubling over, his green hair trembling wildly, as though this were the funniest joke since the birth of the universe.

Batman: "—"

Even with Batman's iron will, tempered by countless insane incidents, and his mastery of the expressionless face, at this moment, his thoughts briefly and absolutely froze into blankness.

The corner of his mouth beneath the mask might have twitched almost imperceptibly.

The sheer absurdity of this unfunny "joke," combined with the chaotic situation before him and the other party's clearly abnormal state, created an intensely impactful sense of the ridiculous.

To be fair, the current Batman had not dealt with many situations like this. After all, this was not the Joker's straightforward, malicious provocation.

This was more like a speechless kind of teasing—based on chaotic logic and vile taste. Batman did not laugh, and of course, he did not fly into a rage either.

He simply fixed an even colder, deeper gaze on the "God-Bane Joker" in front of him, who was laughing uncontrollably, and