This Nth Metal Batarang had been seized from The Batman Who Laughs. Its wingspan was wider, making it resemble a black ruler. Its edges were sharper too, and it even had a blood groove.
Most importantly, it had been poisoned—with something called the Batman Who Laughs Virus. After Batwoman had been infected before, she had spent a long time teetering on the edge of madness, to the point that Enzo Batman had needed to come out and clean up the mess.
As for whether the poison would work on a Nightmare in a dream, Batwoman did not think that far ahead. There was only one way to find out.
The Nightmare, stabbed so hard that both feet had left the ground, froze for a moment. His Joker-like face was filled with shock, though compared to the real Joker, the pallor of his face was far too unnatural. It was nothing like skin bleached by chemicals; there were not even any tiny pores to be seen.
This creature had no pores, nor did it breathe. It was merely part of a nightmare, a puddle of sludge.
"Huh? Ah!" The Joker-shaped Nightmare widened its eyes, then looked down at its own belly. It seemed to begin laughing uncontrollably. "Haha? Hahahaha! What is this? Why is this so funny?!"
Funny was exactly the point. If anyone knew why it was so funny, The Batman Who Laughs would not have gone mad.
It was precisely that causeless ecstasy that made people's thoughts run wild, leading to madness. It was, by nature, a loss of control over one's own will.
Batwoman pulled out the Batarang and retreated without even sparing the counterfeit another glance. He turned and left. The Nightmare, laughing so hard that it had collapsed to the ground, had lost its ability to