Memes had to follow their corresponding rules. The First Batman could only say these things in Brad's presence. In front of any native of DC, the meme could only act as a normal Batman would.
Thus, when a superhero named Wildcat approached the two of them, the First Batman resumed his aloof expression of absolute confidence.
"Hey, Batman. Uh, I'm not sure which universe you're from, but I figure you should know me."
Wildcat wore a simple bulletproof suit of high-density fibers, without any unnecessary adornments. It merely dressed him up as a large black cat, with an even simpler design than Marvel's Black Panther.
His civilian identity was a wrestler already in his fifties or sixties. Although gray hair and an aged face lay beneath Wildcat's mask, his close-combat skills still ranked among the very best on Earth.
Since Wildcat often served as a martial arts instructor to different versions of Batman across numerous universes, even the First Batman treated him with considerable respect.
"Yes. I'm escorting a prisoner."
Batman did not tell Wildcat much. Information about Brad was not common knowledge within the Multiverse Justice League. Only a handful of people who had encountered Brad before knew about him.
Wildcat gave Brad a curious once-over, said nothing, and stepped slightly aside to let them pass.
During this time, Brad repeatedly tried to exchange information with the First Batman through hints, but the latter seemed to have forgotten their earlier discussion entirely. After locking Brad in a temporary cage, he stood outside the cell with several other technologically adept superheroes, discussing how to keep Brad from escaping.
Memes operate under rules outside this reality, so whenever we aren't alone, the First Batman forgets everything he discussed with me?
Brad watched the cold-faced First Batman outside his cell. The wary,