Gotham City.
"Roland, I didn't expect you to come see me again." Black Batman held a glass of red wine. "Or rather, I can't believe you still had the nerve to show your face."
"Why? Did I do something to wrong you?" Roland asked in confusion. He really didn't know what the Batman in the Mirror World was like.
But judging by this fellow's crimes—employing child labor and forcing minors to work; kidnapping laborers from Africa and shipping them to Gotham to grow cotton; framing entrepreneur Carmine Falcone for tax evasion to force the Falcone family's eldest daughter, Selina, to marry him, then murdering Carmine and Mario and sending Alberto Falcone to Arkham Asylum for a frontal lobotomy, thereby taking possession of all the Falcone family's assets...
How should he put it? This didn't seem as simple as good and evil trading places.
"You stole my Jason!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Roland's expression darkened. "What do you mean, your Jason?"
"Hmph—I knew you'd have that attitude." Black Batman took a sip of wine and said unhappily, "Still as shameless as ever. Well? What do you want?"
"I need you to help me find someone," Roland said. "His name is Sam Scudder—"
"Wait, why should I help you?" Black Batman interrupted him. "I'm a very petty man. Surely you don't think I'll agree just because you ask?"
"Fine. Name your terms."
"Well..." Black Batman gave an evil smile and pointed at Wally. "I want him. That little speedster boy."
"What the fuck?" Wally was stunned. This Batman seemed far too terrifying.
"Why? Is there a problem?" The corner of Black Batman's mouth rose. "Is he your prey too?"
"What the fuck?" The Flash was stunned too. That statement had far too much to unpack.
"I think that could—"