Bruce's silence was deafening. He stared fixedly at Yang Bo and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "You've gotten stronger again, haven't you?"
Yang Bo replied with a chuckle, "Come on, who doesn't grow a little these days?"
"With your current strength, wouldn't beating your old self be a piece of cake too?"
Bruce: "..."
That makes so much sense I can't even argue.
Forget it. I'll just upgrade my contingency plan for Yang Bo again. The problem is, I don't know exactly how strong he is.
He turned his gaze to the other end of the spatial rift and immediately recognized the man wearing the cowl.
It was his counterpart from a parallel universe, though the man no longer looked anything like a billionaire. His clothes were covered in dust, and he held a submachine gun.
If not for that familiar bat cowl, Bruce wouldn't have dared recognize him.
Everyone stepped through the spatial rift, and the Batman on the other side looked delighted at the sight.
He approached Bruce and extended a hand, saying gratefully, "Thank you."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Clark, but his expression froze when he saw Supergirl, Kara-El, standing beside him.
Where did this Supergirl come from? Was this a buy-one-get-one-free deal?
He both loved and hated Clark. When Superman had been on his side, he had only known that Superman was immensely powerful. Now that Superman was his enemy, he finally understood just what a nightmare he could be.
"Ha ha ha..."
A strange burst of laughter rang out, and everyone looked over. There was no mistaking that signature laugh. It could only be Joker.
But Joker didn't look much better these days. He looked like an elder from a gang of beggars, and even the makeup on his face