Meanwhile...

The Batman of this world was swinging around the city on his nightly patrol, looking forward to taking some bad guys down if it meant saving even a single life. "Sir, come in! I do say, I hope you're alright." Alfred, his most trusted aid, butler, and parental figure, asked with a voice full of worry through the communicator that would have given him away if he were sneaking around.

"Don't worry, Alfred, there shouldn't be any problems.... Hold on, I think I hear someone in need. I'll contact you later, Alfred. Batman out!" Batman said to his father before hanging up his communicator and diving off the building he was perched upon like almost all the gargoyles that surrounded the city.

Gliding straight into a thug with a broken bottle, Batman immediately steps into motion without wasting even a precious second as he dashes while still somewhat crouched towards the man who was holding the poor citizen by the throat and topples them over, causing them both to roll out a bit, but unlike the poor criminal who staggered to even know what was going on, Batman knocked them out cold without waiting for the others.

"Holy crap, what is this thing!?" Screamed the third and final crook, who then began trying to run away for dear life. Seeing this, Batman pulled out his grappling hook but put it back after reconsidering what he was about to do, as he wasn't that type of vigilante and, more importantly, because there was someone in **** need.

"Are you hurt? Can you stand?" Batman asked as he carefully held up the person who was hiding their face, probably because they didn't want others to see whatever horrors were done to him. "I—I thank you kindly, good sir, but if I may partake of your time, where am I?" Asked the southern-sounding man who looked to be trembling even more so than he already was before.

"Don't worry, sir, you're in Gotham City, and if you need some help, don't be afraid to ask the GCPD once they arrive." Batman turns around and calls his sweet ride only to get suddenly attacked by the mysterious man as he hits him over the head with a brick. "I say, boy, thank you kindly for—" Batman looks up and is shocked to see his own face looking back at him just as the man stops speaking Southern. "Doing all the work for me. It would have been a major pain to figure out how to call the Batmobile after I'm done, so before I kill you, I just want to give you my thanks for dying in my place, and I promise to have a better life than you would have ever had."

Batman looks confused at what he was saying to himself, but he didn't have time to be confused, as one thing was clear. This sick and twisted imposter from who knows where was planning on killing him, and he needed to stop him!

First Batman tried to leg sweep the man, who effortlessly dodged the attack by jumping up, and in the two seconds it took for the imposter to land and Batman to get up, he was already charging at the man, who seemed to be dodging all his attacks without any real effort on his part as he got closer and closer. "Alright, I'm bored now, and I can see you have much less time than I thought."

Batman looked at the imposter, confused for a moment before suddenly getting tackled to the ground as well as having his mask forcibly taken off. "Wouldn't want to damage the suit; we both know how much of a worrywart Alfred can be at times after all." Batman looked at the imposter with pure rage and confusion as he either tried to say something or swing a punch, but before he did, he felt a sudden sharp feeling going between his mouth and jaw.

"The best way to kill a Batman I've found is the element of surprise, and don't worry, even if me stabbing you through the mouth doesn't kill you, the many different **** and poisons I've coated the blade in will more than take care of the rest, so make your final prayers as I take your life, little boy, and be a sport and tell mum and pop how much of a naughty boy I've been."

Batman tries to get up but staggers to get up as his blood seemed to be pouring out way more and faster than it should have normally, along with his vision being even blurrier than someone suffering blood loss was supposed to experience. Making things even worse was Batman knew this man was telling the truth about the coated blade at least, as he could feel his body shutting down, including his heart.

Not wanting to die just yet, Batman, nay, Bruce Wayne of this dimension struggles to lift his arm at the man and mumbles something underneath his breath before everything goes white and the bad dream he seemed to be having soon fades away as he joins his mother, father, and Alfred at the movies after his midday nap, wondering what they were to see next time as they head out the front door into the white, blinding void of the afterlife.

Back to OUR Batman's POV

"Fucking finally! I knew I'd be hard to kill, but why is it always such a pain? I mean, just give me your fucking lives so I can live them instead of you. I'm doing you fucks a favor given how depressed you all seemed." The new Batman of this new world begins getting the old one out of his suit and putting it on himself and wonders just why the heck they all have to make them nice and tight!

Once fully dressed as himself, Batman goes over to the old Batman and grabs one of his arms and completely cuts it off from the elbow down, as he seemed to be needing it for later; either that or he was so sick and twisted that he liked collecting body parts for some ungodly reason. But this wasn't enough, as the clothes he had been wearing along with the old body needed to be disposed of, and given how skilled the man-thing seemed to be at killing himself, he most likely had a plan.

"For three fucking hours, you piece of shit made me get jumped! I mean, I killed them, sure, but you made me wait too damn long. I was half tempted to pull the old good clone, bad clone with Alfred, if I had to wait a fucking second more!" Batman said as he grunted, carrying the body towards a nearby trash can that was home to more than just one body.

Chucking his old clothes and weapon inside the trash can, the Batman picked up two bottles next to the giant dumpster and poured them inside before tossing them inside too for some reason as he closed the lid of the giant dumpster, and the second he did, strange demonic sounds started coming from inside, and given the undisturbed face, this was apparently all planned.

"Okay, so I'm going to get home, figure out how long he's been Batman, create my little toys, and then take over after that." The Batman let out a giant sigh of relief as he began walking towards his new car. "Thank fuck this bastard doesn't have some sort of accent, or I would have gone mental trying to sound like them." Before getting into his car, he grabbed the arm he just cut off and dusted it off a bit before placing it into the trunk and driving off home.

The ride was a bit annoying to say the least; the old fucker could have placed some nicer chairs down that were a bit more comfy than office chairs at the very least if he was going to use the thing every night, but other than that, he had no problems driving his way into the Batcave, where a very worried-looking Alfred was standing by.

"I say, sir, when you said you'd talk to me later, I didn't expect you to be home so soon! I haven't even been able to put on a pot of tea yet." Alfred said, basically waving his finger at The Batman like he was a naughty schoolboy once more getting in trouble for... honestly whatever Bruce Wayne did as a youngling. Cause damn near everyone knows he says how he hasn't been a kid since his parents were blasted point-blank in Crime Alley for some bits and pieces of whatever they had on em.

"Don't worry, Alfred, the city seems to be calm, and so I figured I'd come back home and review what I could and plan my nights heads more effectively." The Batman said, lying straight through his teeth, as he really couldn't be bothered to deal with any of the poor fuckers who were possibly getting mugged or maybe even worse since he just got home and wanted to take a load off after the ordeal he's been through.

Alfred, meanwhile, just scoffs before he leaves his master to do as he pleases as he goes back up to the Wayne Manor in order to get some tea and some other things, as he expects it is going to be a long night once more for his master to get through.

And Alfred was right on the money but was also wrong as the Batman began working on making his life perfect in the world. Which, first of all, was creating a machine for the arm he just cut off from the old Batman, and since he seemed to have done this enough times, he managed to make one relatively quickly with the parts he had on hand while also managing to place it in an area that was completely hidden from all and, as an extra measure, made sure it was hard to get to for no other reason than as extra security.

Once that was done, he went over to the Batcomputer, where he drank the now cold tea Alfred had given him along with the sandwich, which was room temperature and nothing more than ham, cheese, and mayo. While at first the Batman thought it was very much a lackluster sandwich, he still ate it all as it was made with love, and it's been far too long since he's had anything like that in his life.

"Computer." Batman commanded and was slightly embarrassed once he realized it wasn't voice-activated and that he'd have to type everything in like an actual computer for the first time in years. "Ahem, so to make X3-018 I first need to create the three compounds: Ivy Aphrodie pheromone mixture, Joker's love, laugh, and lost version of his laughing gas, and finally Scarecrow's ultimate fear toxin that was so strong it could kill a man from fear alone."

The Batman inputs and writes down the very chemical compounds that he's memorized over the countless times he's made X3-018 and places them alongside one another as he begins cutting up the "useless bits" like the fear-binding agent for the fear toxin, leaving the desired mental manipulation agent he was looking for along with getting rid of most of the Joker's laughing gas from the chemical compound since all he wanted was its binding agent, and the last thing he needed was the desire element from Poison Ivy's Aphrodie pheromone.

Once the Batman got everything he wanted, he began adding and connecting different things until he finally got the compound he wanted that would be used as a baseline for everything he wanted it to be in the future if a time should ever arise. Of course, before he truly gets X3-018 he made sure to lower the love-affecting part of the compound and added a bit of venom to the mix.

"There's no way I'm going to be thought a lesser man when pleasing as many girls as I can. I don't want to turn into Clark, who could only last a single girl after all." The Batman thought to himself, seeming to be full of snide towards the Clark of his previous world or possibly all Clarks; either way, the Batman was going to have his **** for the last one that fucked him, and to do so he needed the opposite of X3-018.

Which didn't really have a name, as it was more like making everyone you didn't want to notice or care about certain things you do than X3-018, which was to be injected inside the Batman; a positive side effect was that it would make him immune to any and all things affected by X3-018 no matter what others might have liked. "Only have to learn that the hard way once before you find a way to make it never possible again."

Once the formulas were completed, Batman had the machines begin working their magic as he went over towards the little gadget corner he was at before and began recreating the box he used to get here because he had no idea how long he'd last in this world, and even though he was making it, it'd need at least a few more years to truly replicate the box, even more so if there weren't any lanterns or speedsters to give it some juice.

After fifteen minutes, the Batman hears a ding and rushes over to find both chemical cocktails he made and immediately injects the pink one inside his body, as it would be the key to him getting every girl he ever wanted in this life; as for the other... well, it was time for bed, and while most Alfreds are loyal to a fault towards their master, the Batman wasn't going to risk that one percent chance of getting betrayed.

"Forgive me, Alfred, this is going to be the last time I hopefully have to harm you." The Batman whispered to himself softly, almost like he was truly regretting his decision even if it didn't seem that way, as he threw the newly airborne version of the **** inside Alfred's room, and after making sure everything was going as planned and that Alfred was inhaling as much of it as possible, the Batman went to bed.

Meanwhile, far off in the city, there stood a girl who was currently getting strangled to **** by a man who was currently having his way with the whorish-looking girl before tossing her onto the ground, not seeming to care about what he had just done to them or not. "Since I'm not such a jerk, I'll at least pay my fair." The thug said with a smile on his face and a voice full of snark as he tossed a couple ones on the dead girl's body.

As the man walked off whistling like some fucking cartoon character, another version of the girl walked towards the spazzing body that began dissolving into light particles and took the cash for herself before throwing it into a garbage can where the same-looking girl was hiding, looking afraid of everything and tweaking out to the point you'd assume she was on some kind of ****.

The girl grabbed all the money that she had and slowly began making her way out of the dumpster and began walking in some direction only to suddenly shudder and start running as the girl who had just helped her out was getting mugged and beaten to ****, of course after being played with like some living doll. The strangest thing about it, however, was how none of the girls seemed to have a shred of light or life in their eyes, not even the girl running.

While the running girl kept running, more and more crooks started to appear and slowly crept towards the girl, only to stop once they saw the Batmobile speed towards them, as inside the car, The Batman cursed his formula for making him pent up enough that it was actually making it difficult to sleep through and figured beating up some baddies was better than finding some random girl to please him for the night.

"Who... who are you!?" One of the would-be rapists said, clearly scared for his life, as he and the others slowly began to huddle around each other, with even a few smirking as they thought they could take the guy who just launched out of a car that looked more expensive than their own homes.

"I'm the creature you should fear in the night; I'm the being that brings terror to the thugs of this city; I AM THE BATMAN!" Without waiting for a second more, one of the crooks tried to take their swing at the Batman, only for him to drag the pipe and even him and his friends like one giant club, while another tried and actually managed to wrap his metal chains around the Batman's hand, only for him to pull the man in and around, using him as a giant mace before eventually slamming the thug into the ground.

After taking down two of them, the rest all ran away as they weren't used to or up to actually fighting anyone that could prove any sort of real threat to them. Walking over to his car, the Batman finally spotted the poor girl that was running earlier, who was begging and pleading for something that the Batman couldn't quite understand given the amount of tears.

But whatever it was, it had to be involved with money, as she was holding up possibly everything she had to the man in hopes of something? But if the Batman were to guess, then it'd probably be her begging and pleading to be saved, and having no reason to say no, the Batman helped her to his car and began driving off towards the mansion.