It is difficult to describe an actual interdimensional translocative jaunt since the mechanics are superfluous, but what can be said for certain is this:  in a confrontation in another dimension built parallel to this one, something really big had struck him and sent him hurtling.  The teleport hadn't actually displaced the inertia of said hurtling, so what the members of the new and improved Justice League of America saw was a soaring figure jack-knifing into a platform.  An atrocious impact followed, the heavy figure bending steel in his plummet, with monitors crashing atop of him.  Sparks flew, small fires were begotten, but the automatic extinguishers cooled all ignitions in instants.<br/><br/>It took approximately three seconds for the man to hurl a monitor off of himself and pull himself together.  He was approximately 6'2, and was clad in standard superhero attire; a weighted scalloped cape that pooled at his feet, a horned cowl, a bat crest and a utility belt.  He was, in a parallel but temporally advanced timeline, Batman.  And he did not look happy.  When did he ever?<br/><br/>A thick arm moved at his side, the cape curtaining only slightly to reveal a vicious wound that he had suffered: a steel rod had penetrated his side, gone clean through the liver.  The man pulled the rod out slowly, then let it drop to the grating, clattering.  He ambled towards the railing, and with great grace, hopped over and down to alight the floor below.  He landed relatively noiselessly; his cape drifted like a palm tree in a summer breeze.  He glanced around at the others and uttered:<br/><br/>"Hh."<br/><br/>Batman already had an idea of what was happening; the confused, alarmed faces of the other superheroes told an all too familiar tale.  Why are we here?  What's going on?  Batman had already deduced why he was there.  But as to the happenings, that needed objective clarification.<br/><br/>The onyx mantle engulfed the figure of the man, giving him a liquid silhouette as he approached the main computer.  He looked up at the looped video, then towards the Enigma.<br/><br/>"This happened once before," Batman said.   "Except Batman used T-Spheres designed by Dr. Michael Holt to get our attention."<br/><br/>His cape obscured movement, so it appeared that he was gliding instead of walking, and he was gliding towards another room.  However, a team portrait caught his eye briefly, and he stopped to admire it before he walked into the JLA meeting room.  A thick metallic round table stood in the middle; the crests of fallen superheroes engraved like place mats to denote who sat where.  Batman took Firestorm's place and sat like a worn general.<br/>