"Wait, what did you say you wanted to do?" Wasteland Diana was stunned. Trading refugees' souls—was that an idea any decent person could come up with? And he was a priest, too. He sounded so practiced at it. Had he actually done this before?
"I was just offering a suggestion—" Roland coughed. "Think it over yourselves. I do have a few connections down below, after all."
"Connections down below?" Wasteland Diana blinked.
"It's true," Batman said.
"Yes." Wonder Woman nodded as well.
"Then could you help me—" Wasteland Diana already had a plan. She had struck a deal with the god of death and secured a region, but she knew little about Hell, so she wanted to discuss it with Roland.
"Wait." Final Knight shook his head. "The Netherworld? No, no. We have to fight."
"We did fight. But you fell before the fighting even began." Wasteland Diana shook her head. "Do you know what happened to you, Bruce?"
Final Knight fell silent.
"Then tell me what you do know," Wasteland Diana said.
"I know the original Bruce Wayne built a machine, his ultimate invention, that would allow Bruce Wayne to endure through the generations—by implanting the previous Bruce's memories into his successor. That way, he could protect a new Gotham as a new Batman. Bruce Wayne could die, but Batman would live forever. I also know that the most important thing is—"
"The most important thing, Bruce, is that you're not Batman. You're a ghost, an echo." Wasteland Diana sighed.
"You've done something like that?" Wonder Woman looked at Batman in surprise.
"It could serve as a backup plan." Batman began considering it.
"Bruce created that machine so every age could have its own Batman. Whatever happens, I'm here," Final Knight said. "To do what Batman should do."
"You