Unexpectedly, the man who had just slaughtered the Justice League was remarkably easy to talk to.
He scratched his head. Brad noticed that his hair was slowly turning dark green, which meant madness was eating away at him every moment.
"You're right. Now, tell me about your problem."
Brad considered for a moment, then told him about the incredible Inspiration Realm on New Krypton.
Since that mountain of technology, so complicated that even Brad struggled with it, had been left behind by The Batman Who Laughs, perhaps his past self could solve the problem too.
Besides, if he really could give Brad access to a way of using the Inspiration Realm, cooperating would only be natural. The man was worth that much.
"A world so fragile that it can only be seen in a fleeting fantasy?"
The man lowered his head and muttered a few words, then scratched his chin, looking troubled.
"On the technical side, I don't know how my future self managed it either."
The faint anticipation in Brad's eyes faded, giving way to indifference.
Had The Batman Who Laughs tricked me into coming here just for his own amusement?
Or had he laid some trap in this particular period that I hadn't noticed?
Just as Brad began surveying his surroundings, the man sighed.
"Since only madmen can see that world, your biggest problem is that you're too calm and stable. Your mind can't reach it. Just as light illuminates darkness, your overwhelming will would melt that fragile sheet of ice like a blazing fire."
"All the technological means in reality are too real. That's why they can't support a world of fantasy."
"Have you tried becoming a madman?"
Brad gave him a skeptical look and couldn't help scoffing.
"All my power comes from technology built on sufficiently