Bruce Wayne took a deep breath.
Soon, he calmed himself down.
He had seen other superheroes active in different cities before.
Like those who could run very fast.
And those who came running out of the Amazon jungle.
Even those who rose up from the depths of the sea.
This world wasn't quite normal.
After a brief shock, Bruce Wayne's face suddenly became stern.
"As far as I know, The Joker died twenty years ago on that very day. I personally... burned his body. Who are you?"
"Hehehe, guess? Bruce, we're old friends, you know!"
Suddenly.
The Joker switched to another kindly smile and a more serene tone, smiling slightly, "Sir Bruce, who am I?"
This kind expression, coupled with the ridiculous and eerie Joker Paint on his face, was bizarre beyond comparison.
"Jack Krez!"
Bruce Wayne's pupils suddenly contracted: "Krez... Jack Crazy? Joker Crazy?"