Only now did Emperor have time to carefully examine the person before him, and he immediately regretted his earlier stupidity.
Just from the armor's paint scheme, he should have known it definitely wasn't Batwoman. What normal person would hang a smile on their chest?
Yet he became even more cautious. He retreated some distance through the air and probed, "The Batman Who Laughs?"
"What's that? Sounds like another Imposter." A muffled voice came from the tilted Hellbat Joker Armor, carrying a trace of anger. "Ah, I get it. That's the name of some dog bastard. He's a fan of both Batwoman and me, right? Once I kill you, he's next. Batman doesn't need any other fans. Having me is enough!"
After a hysterical scream, Joker attacked again. Since that move had worked before, he threw another kick.
Could he kick this robber all the way until he stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun? Might as well find out.
But Emperor was prepared this time. His armor had been made with future technology to imitate the Hellbat Armor. Not only did it perform better and possess more functions, it also had no side effects.
Once he knew the one before him was not The Batman Who Laughs, he breathed a sigh of relief. If it was merely Joker, things were much easier.
That had given him quite a scare. He had thought something had gone wrong in this stretch of the past, and some The Batman Who Laughs had emerged from the future.
With that reassurance, he no longer panicked. He had, after all, once been a professionally trained Superhero. The Teen Titans' fighting techniques had all been learned by Nightwing from Batwoman, while his usual sparring partners were either Deathstroke or Artificial Superman. He was confident he could handle