"Hehe, why so quiet? Has fear stopped up your throat?"
"Not really. After all, when you said it wasn't time to come for me yet, I knew you probably wouldn't make a move for now. Besides, in my current state, you shouldn't pose much of a threat to me."
"Hehehehe! Will, you may not be one of us, but your way of thinking is surprisingly close." Hunched over, the other man began circling Will, as though inspecting this incorporeal fellow from every possible angle.
"That's it. That's how it should be. Once you become the embodiment of fear, you should abandon the emotion entirely.
"In fact, you're right. I can't threaten you right now, unless I actively dig out my own brain. Hehehe..." He raised a finger and tapped the oddly shaped black helmet on his head with a sharp nail.
There wasn't much information in his words, but every sentence contained something crucial.
First came the statement, "Will, you may not be one of us."
Clearly, "us" referred to Batman-or, more specifically, Bruce Wayne.
Qin Wei glanced at the silent man in black beside him, a shotgun resting on his shoulder.
His eyes were dark and cold, the lower half of his face beneath the bat mask unkempt and covered in stubble.
This was clearly Batman.
Then someone who could be placed in the same category, included in that "us"-
Qin Wei turned his gaze back to the strange man before him, whose mouth remained stretched in an exaggerated grin, blood constantly seeping from his swollen gums.
Was this fucker a Batman too?
"What's so surprising about that? In theory, every nightmare gives birth to a dark multiverse, and the nightmares of those dark multiverses spawn new dark multiverses. I've seen Baby Bruce, Tank Bruce-even T-Rex Bruce! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
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