"Why? Why did you choose to oppose me?" All of The Batman Who Laughs's abilities were worthless before Lucifer. He could only try to persuade him with words. "Clearly, my ideas are more realistic! Maybe we could join forces?"
A brilliant smile appeared on Lucifer's red face, and he brought his sword down.
His slashing motion looked simple, but every exchange between them was actually a clash on the conceptual level. Mortals could see the movements of their battle only because that was the level mortals were capable of comprehending.
All the profundities, all the mysteries, the clashes of dimensions and collisions of concepts—Lucifer suppressed them all.
Otherwise, even the shockwave from a single exchanged punch would have blown Harley and Albera beyond the Source Wall and into the void. Deathstroke might have been able to endure it, but they certainly could not.
"I don't care who among you is right or wrong. I only know that Deathstroke's offer appeals to me more, so the answer is simple. I like interesting people, and your joke is far too crude."
Satan was no poor speaker either, immediately mocking The Batman Who Laughs's prized sense of humor.
"You're saying I'm not as funny as him?" The Batman Who Laughs retreated again and again, his sharp claws flailing wildly as he drove away Little Superman, who buzzed around him like a fly. He screamed himself hoarse, "Impossible! He's Deathstroke, while I'm Batman plus Joker! I'm much funnier than him! His character setup isn't even the comedic type!"
"That's because you're judging him by the standards of other Deathstrokes." Lucifer cut apart a mass of black-smoke flesh, erasing part of the concepts of "Crisis" and "Quantum." "Daniel showed me this Deathstroke's story. All I can say is that he's different."
"You can't kill me.