"Hey, is that Eura?" Roland was on the phone with Hell. "Find someone for me, a guy called Thomas Wayne Jr. He should've just arrived down there. Right, help me get him settled in. Baron will do. He's a capable man. With his brains, he could rake in plenty of souls—"
"Hell's soul financial market needs an accountant? Let's pass on that. Brassoxie isn't a great boss, and soul values fluctuate pretty wildly. You'd better sell some off before they crash—"
"Kill Reginald? Sure, sure. As long as you can trick him into coming to the human world, I've got nine ways to kill him—"
"A pleasure doing business, a pleasure doing business—"
Roland hung up and met Batman's eyes. "What are you looking at? One of these days, if you get on my nerves, I'll drag your brother out of Hell and have him beat you up."
"...I meant, didn't you forget Victor?" Batman pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Uh—the ground got scorched black after The Murder Machine blew up. With his skin tone, it's perfectly normal for me to overlook him lying there, right?" Roland hurriedly opened a portal to where Victor's body lay. Metal had enveloped Victor's entire body, turning him into a robot.
"Now that the Crime Syndicate is gone, Grid, what are you planning to do?" Roland asked.
"Then I'll unify the world on my own." Grid, who possessed half of the Anti-Life Equation, sounded supremely confident.
"You?" Roland laughed. "If I weren't worried about Victor's life, I'd have blown you apart already."
"I have my own methods for ruling the world," Grid said confidently. "If anyone refuses to submit to my rule, I'll post their browser history through their social media account."
"**I can no longer tolerate an evil being like you existing