Dumb Owl, Reappearing (Happy New Year!)

"You really should do something."

Owlman, little Thomas Wayne, was sitting in his spaceship.

No, Owlman had long since died. The one living now was an entirely new self—a foolish madman.

Dumb Owl. Perhaps that was what they could call him.

At that moment, Dumb Owl was sitting in his spaceship. Outside the ship was a lush, primeval jungle.

This was the Cretaceous Period. Dumb Owl had been hiding in the current timeline downstream of the Over-Time Stream, like someone concealed in dried cement along the side of a road, watching from afar as the other end was snapped apart with a wet smack, losing its entire future.

This spaceship belonged to Lady Styx, and Lady Styx was already dead. Dumb Owl was skilled at stabbing his teammates in the back and making himself useful at crucial moments.

Even so, it had taken him a long time to repair the ship.

Back then, he had directly teleported the entire Dark Knights into the ship. They had torn the place apart, and in the end Dumb Owl had banished them all to the Triassic Periods of different Dark Multiverses, finally getting rid of them.

Still, a spaceship was easier to repair after being damaged. Once the brain was damaged... things became a little troublesome.

"You really should do something. Can you hear me? Let's analyze the situation:"

Dumb Owl, sitting in the pilot's seat, turned his head slightly. In the copilot's seat, an illusion he had imagined was chattering incessantly:

"Of the seven members of the Justice League, Superman was taken away by the World Forger, while Wonder Woman, Green Lantern Hal, and Aquaman were already in Batman's grasp. The only two you can still interfere with are The Flash and Cyborg."

The illusion wore Owlman's most standard blue uniform. His