CHAPTER ONE: Batman, Dark Gods, Diggles​

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"Some talking statue told me she'd misplaced something important to her. Did I accidentally walk in here wearing my Errand Boy hat? No. I'm Batman. If you're so deific, divine your own damn doodad."​

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"Another statue claiming to be a god. He demanded my lutefisk. The stuff was disgusting anyways, so I tossed it on the ground... just out of his reach. His roaring, petulant demands echoed through the halls as I left."​

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"Finally, one of the talking statues decided to be useful. She gave me a tip about a roaming 'platoon' of monsters nearby. 'They'll be dispatched,' I assured her. 'But not for you, and not even for me.... for justice.' "​

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"Done."​