Attempting reset… Attempting reset…

Jonah approached the frozen Batman. He placed a hand on the cold, flawless mesh of his armored shoulder. No response. The text box just kept blinking.

“He tried to fight it,” whispered the Error. “The great detective. He punched, he grappled, he glided. But you cannot punch a NULL pointer. You cannot glide over a heap corruption. He’s been here for three years, detective. Waiting for a patch that will never come.”

Jonah’s wrist-screen flared red.

Jonah flexed his fingers. His eye was calm. Stable. “Then my work here is done.”

Jonah blinked. Then, despite everything—the crash, the void, the frozen Dark Knight—he laughed.

He wasn’t in Arkham anymore. He was in the engine .