Bat-Mite, Golden Superman

As another great migration on Cybertron was in full swing, Earth at the same time was shrouded in gloom.

Not long ago, Earth had lost Batman and Iron Man in succession. Both were the backbone and brains of the Justice League and the Avengers.

The loss was nothing short of devastating.

"What we can confirm at present is that Batman and Iron Man were drawn into a terrifying war that nearly destroyed the multiverse. As for whether this war was started by Joker, we do not yet have sufficient evidence."

Mister Fantastic Richard spoke to everyone present.

"Listen, Richard, I don't care whether they were involved in this war, and I care even less about who started it. What I care about is where they are, whether they're alive or dead, whether they can still come back. Maybe they're trapped in a desperate situation right now and need us to save them!"

Diana said irritably, slamming a fist onto the conference table and smashing a dent into it.

Richard adjusted his glasses and calmly said, "Unfortunately, ma'am, those are also the questions I want answered. The only thing we can do now is find Joker, capture him, and force him to reveal Batman and Iron Man's whereabouts."

The entire meeting fell silent.

Joker was no longer that mad mortal. He was now a terrifying Level Eight god, a quasi-Fifth Dimension life-form capable of restarting or destroying the multiverse with a wave of his hand. Such a terrifying level had far surpassed the limits the heroes could reach. At least for now, superheroes could not interfere with matters of Level Eight.

Even Richard, who was said to be practically cheating, was helpless in the face of the current situation.

They were blind men stumbling around in the dark.

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