"Who was that?! Heh heh heh, is that little Penguin? Come out, come to Daddy!"
In a dark alley in Gotham, the tall, grotesque Penguin suddenly turned around and looked behind him. Dark green slime sprayed from his mouth, his eyes bulged wide, and he wore a broad grin.
Ever since a moment ago, he had felt someone following him. He had even heard the fading sound effect of "chi chi chi chi, scratch scratch scratch scratch," as though it were echoing inside his head.
It made him a little excited.
Yes, excited, not afraid.
As a sadist who had lost his home planet, he had ceased to understand fear after being infected with The Batman Who Laughs Virus. Now, he only wanted to destroy Earth-0, avenge his Batwoman—The Batman Who Laughs—and torment as many humans on Earth-0 as possible.
If someone else had set their sights on him? Even better. No need to search; a dissection subject had delivered itself right to his door.
Whether his wish had truly been heard or the time had simply come, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the alley.
The man wore a hockey mask and carried a fire axe. Its blade scraped across the wet ground, producing a piercing screech.
"It's you, Crystal Lake Mama's Boy! Let's go! Use the New Year's Greeting Axe Technique first!"
That smug, irritating voice came from some unknown spot in the darkness again. It seemed to be giving tactical guidance, or perhaps just heckling blindly. At the very least, the grotesque Penguin had never heard of any tactic called the New Year's Greeting Axe Technique.
But that did not really matter. Penguin curled his thick tongue, along with the black fluid, back into his mouth, then pulled a submachine gun from the pocket of