Batman lowered his body and silently stood behind Strange, moving with Strange's every motion and firmly occupying his blind spot.
There was no true invisibility in the world, but there was deception—deceiving the eyes, the ears, the sense of smell, and intuition.
Strange could sense that Batman was here, but he could not see Batman. Within the pale green view of his night-vision goggles, there was not a single heat-emitting object.
Only the Werewolf hanging from the distant wall radiated an orange-red thermal outline, clearly visible to him.
Batman gathered the strength within his body, waiting for the instant Strange revealed an opening. He looked at the floor, relying on instinct to evade Strange's gaze.
"How strange. Why are you hiding?" Strange turned in place, while Batman silently moved behind him again.
"Aren't you curious about that old butler? I found him a nice place, somewhere he can wake up and collect your corpse. An old man sending off a young man!"
Strange tried to provoke Batman's emotions, but the surroundings were as still as a dead pool, without the slightest ripple.
"Fine, I hate you. You should at least answer me. Otherwise... standing here talking to myself like an idiot makes me feel like there might be something wrong with me."
"Where are you?!" Strange could not help roaring as he paced in place, twisting his body and looking from side to side.
The empty corridor made him restless and uneasy.
"Perhaps I should take you upstairs to have a look. What is so impressive about hiding in the dark?"
Strange turned and headed for the stairs. A light bulb at the stairwell cast its glow, and in the dark corridor, that patch of light looked like the gates of legendary Heaven.
Strange stepped onto the stairs and suddenly