We're doing this?
Alright. Fine. We're doing this.
Bruce was tired. He'd been kept up for the last two days straight trying to track down the Riddler and the madman had upped his game. Considerably.
He'd returned to the Batcave, intent on putting the little data he'd recovered so far into the computer for processing when he heard a loud crash come from behind him. He turned, swiftly, batarangs at the ready...
Only to discover a square-shaped black van had dropped, literally, into the open space next to the Batmobile.
"What?" He couldn't stop himself from saying, too exhausted to maintain his impeccable control.
He was swiftly answered when Alchemist kicked open the door and stepped out. Normally, the man would be wearing jeans and a tee shirt.
Now, however, he was wearing a black longcoat covered in buckles and zippers... With no pockets.
"Batman!" The madman shouted. "Get in the van!"
Bruce stared at Alchemist for a long moment, then to the van that quite likely had its suspension destroyed when it landed after what Bruce assumed was a miss-aimed teleport-
Wait, no, nevermind. The van was covered in golden sparkles for a moment before the body literally lifted a solid fifteen centimeters up.
"What? No- Why?" The Caped Crusader asked, his frazzled mind struggling to figure out whatever insanity Alchemist had stumbled upon this time.
"It's simple!" Alchemist spread his arms out wide. "You're getting therapy!"
"I don't -need- therapy." Bruce growled, stalking closer to show his displeasure at Alchemist showing up, in his home, unannounced and claiming he needed help.
"Different kind of therapy." Alchemist cut him off, however, and waved to a person in the passenger seat. A man sat there, blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes... Bruce did not feel ashamed to say that the man was downright beautiful. "I was visiting Lucifer and he mentioned something about crazy people and killing god. So I immediately thought of the craziest person I know, and how we could kill god!"
"I... What?" Bruce knew what all of those words meant... But not if they were put together in that combination.
"So come on! Let's go beat up your trauma and use the resulting superpower to punch god in the face!" Alchemist's grin was decidedly unhinged.
Bruce looked to the man in the passenger seat- Potentially Lucifer, if Alchemist's words offered any insight.
"Don't look at me." The gorgeous man said, smiling radiantly. "I'm just here for the ride."