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The closer he got, the more obvious that sense of anomaly became.

The air seemed to grow a little thicker, and the temperature was slightly different too. When Bruce reached a spot about two meters from the bed, he stopped and tentatively reached out, intending to touch Ian's shoulder, gently shake him awake, and ask if he felt unwell or if something had gone wrong with his ability.

But Bruce's hand passed straight through Ian's body.

"What's going on?"

In the Batcave.

The young Batman discovered Ian's abnormality earlier than in the normal timeline.

God knew how serious a historical deviation that counted as.

Bruce could clearly see the air ahead, the bed, and Ian's body through his fingers, but when he tried to keep reaching forward, he felt that his hand—"could not arrive" at the field of vision where Ian was.

"What trick is he playing now?"

With no leads or clues, even Batman could only be utterly baffled. It was an extremely bizarre sense of spatial dislocation.

His vision told him the target was right before his eyes, within arm's reach.

But his sense of touch and spatial perception gave him a clear response: there was a "fault" here. It looked close enough to touch, but in reality, the distance might be unimaginably vast.

Ian existed there, and yet seemed not to exist on this layer of space.

"Did this guy go back to Hell? Leave a shell-like afterimage here?" Bruce's expression turned incomparably grave. He withdrew his hand and made no further reckless attempts.

Of course.

Batman was curious from head to toe, so he also stepped back a few paces and quickly pulled up all the Batcave's sensor data, aiming it at the area where Ian was for a full-range scan.

As a result, only the