Even Arkham Batman could not make sense of what was happening at first. Joker Jack was the first to react. "It's a lucid dream! Some people know they're dreaming while they sleep, and they can give themselves all kinds of superpowers. That's what he's doing!"
"Then what about us...?"
"We aren't the owners of the dream, so we can't do it. But if he's willing, he can grant us that ability!"
"Schiller!" Arkham Batman shouted. Then, remembering that Agent was a practical sort of person, he added, "Give us the ability to fly, and we can help you draw away the pursuers!"
The next second, they all took flight. Strangely, even without any experience flying, they handled it well, weaving and darting through the gaps between buildings. But when they turned around, they found that the Schillers had all taken to the air as well. Great—the horror movie set had turned into an ace aerial battle.
They flew forward along the buildings, only to find that the city ahead had given way to a beach. Strangely, it was packed with waterslide rides of every kind. The slides formed a jungle that shrouded the sky and spread outward like vines, interspersed with all kinds of pools. Many tourists, as though they could not see that the slides had already spread into the parking lot, were still happily walking inside in swimsuits with inflatable rings in their arms.
"What the hell is this now?!" Constantine said. "Don't tell me he nearly drowned at a water park as a kid!"
"The slides are the important part!" Jack said. "Have you seen those movies? The kind where there's a cross-shaped blade inside the slide, and anyone who goes down gets churned into pieces..."
Constantine could not help shuddering. Arkham Batman asked, "Why were the