After making sure Bruce was drinking the water and didn’t look like he was going to puke again, he took a look at the city. It did look slightly more colorful than what he remembered, even when most of the architecture was half destroyed or ruined. He wouldn’t have been able to judge if that was just because of the metaphorical end of the world or if it really wasn’t Gotham, but he got the feeling this man knew the city better than the back of his hand so for now he’d take his world for it.

Well, that, and…

“There’s no Metropolis either. At least not my Metropolis.”