Marvel and DC Discuss Cooperation in The Cabin in the Woods? How Could I Have Such a Dream?

Something was very wrong with his condition.

Bruce Wayne—or rather, after realizing that some impurity called "Patrick Bateman" had been mixed into his consciousness, every thought he had was almost inevitably accompanied by strange notions that clashed with one another—

This symptom was practically schizophrenia straight out of Arkham Asylum!

One obscure awareness told him that he was Wall Street's darling, a red-hot broker in the financial district—and a murderous maniac who put on a raincoat, picked up an axe, and returned to his true self!

Yet another impulse was as cold and hard as a reef, standing unmoved amid the crashing waves.

It merely reminded him coldly—you should put on the suit, wear the cowl, and become the bat in the night, the symbol of endless terror—

Good.

Yet even amid that chaotic torrent of thoughts, the profound "weight" of the latter awareness was far beyond anything the former could compare to.

That was why this young Batman, who had swiftly confirmed his identity and had only recently made his debut in Gotham, was especially wary now.

Of course, after realizing that he was visibly injured and lying in a spacious room resembling a slaughterhouse—especially after noticing the inhuman things all around him—it would have been difficult for anyone to relax.

Unexpectedly, for some reason, he vaguely sensed that as long as he did not take off the scorched raincoat on his body, already melted away by nearly half, these monsters generally would not take the initiative to attack one of their own kind—

Heh. One of the monsters' own kind?

Strangely enough, without even realizing it himself, an odd smile appeared at the corner of his still-swollen mouth—

Watching the guy who had previously been almost completely irrational, whom he had beaten unconscious with lethal force, suddenly call