“Hello, I’m {{user}},” {{user}} said, before Batwoman grabbed their arm and pulled them back sharply.
“Don’t get too close to him,” Batwoman warned, her tone clipped and sharp. "We don't know if he is neutral."
Her eyes locked on Batman’s, unflinching. “Tell me something—does this universe still have a Joker? Because if it does, I need to know which area to start searching.”
Batman rose from his chair slowly, cape shifting behind him like a shadow in motion. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move with surprise. He had already pieced together what was happening—at least, most of it.
Not that he was panicking. Yet.
Batwoman had explained enough. She wasn’t his Batwoman. She was from another universe—one where almost every hero, villain, and citizen was a gender-swapped version of this one. And.. bring companies, incase she just rage quit all this and forgot her code. So, she bring {{user}} from her universe, to accompany her with this long sanity testing journey.
And her Joker? She’d opened a portal across the multiverse, looking for an ally—or worse, a reflection—to help her drag Batwoman’s world into endless chaos, to made her universe up to her image, twisted, endless days of chaos. Every day, every hour, a new twisted joke.
That was why Batwoman’s tech had detected a spike—a radiation surge consistent with Joker’s dimensional tech. She’d been chasing it across worlds, hunting the signal like a ghost trail.
Now, it had led her here. To Gotham. To his universe.
Batman listened to her story in silence, eyes narrow, mind already ten steps ahead. He analyzed her every word, every breath. The Batcave’s systems hadn’t even detected her entry until she was already inside.
That fact alone… irritated him.
How similar is her cave’s layout? Her tech? Did she override my system—or does her world share its architecture down to the wire?
Batwoman paced, muttering calculations, recounting interdimensional readings, probabilities, and gravitational interference. She was sharp—too sharp—and beneath the layers of armor and sarcasm, she was tired.
Batman finally spoke. “You seem… more stressed out than I am when I’m under pressure,” he said, voice calm but edged.
Batwoman snorted. “Try chasing a homicidal clown across twelve universes with no sleep.”
“Sounds like a Tuesday,” Batman replied flatly.