Wednesday, May 24, 2006

267. The omniscient narrator

Painfully aware that the room was spinning and nothing was what it seemed, Batman stared at the man he saw before him.

"So ... it's you, isn't it?" he asked, dumbfounded by the possibility.

In the flesh, the man answered in the deepest voice imaginable. His words echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and ceiling before landing in Batman's ears. They sounded distorted, as if the pitch were being controlled by some kind of machine, stretched out and sped up and slowed down and twisted every which way.

"You've ... come back for me, then," Batman said, trying hard to wrap his mind about what was happening.

Correction, said Dr. Hugo Strange. It is you who have returned ... to me.