Batman stands there. Silent. For the first time in twenty years, he almost smiles.
BATMAN (40s, armored, exhausted) crouches over a crime scene. A single playing card: THE JOKER. But it's bleached white. Blank.
You’re not afraid of me.
A portal tears open the sky. No boom. No light. Just a silent, surgical cut in reality.
(Stiffens) I didn't tell you my name.
Spider-Man flips onto a lamppost.
How did you--
He fires his grapple.