Jonah looked at Batman’s frozen, beautiful, tragic face. Then at the driver. Then at his own hands—still solid, still real, still his.
Not through a speaker. Not through a hostage’s radio. The laugh came from the pixel itself —a corrupted, skipping sound loop that made Jonah’s optical implant flicker. batman arkham asylum microsoft directx direct3d error
Then the Joker had laughed.
“What the hell?” Jonah ripped his hand free of the leather strap. His cybernetic eye went haywire—polygons stretched, textures bled like watercolors in the rain. The steel door to his left rendered as a low-poly blob. The floor turned into a checkerboard of missing assets. Jonah looked at Batman’s frozen, beautiful, tragic face