The Superhuman Resurrection Plan of Dumb Owl

I am...

What was I again?

For everyone, this was something that required no thought. From the moment they appeared, they defined themselves. They received a name, then used it to construct themselves. This was usually a very long process.

But I was different. I had been constructed all at once. My existence had come before my definition.

I was Dumb Owl. For the time being, that was what I called myself.

After Owlman's mind had completely collapsed, he had voluntarily abandoned this body. He had willingly become my secondary personality, refusing to fulfill the definition of his own existence. And so I was born.

I had inherited his body, along with all his wisdom and courage. Therefore, I was destined to bear—

The fate they had arranged for me.

When Dumb Owl made his decision, the images of Owlman and Joker-Man on the screen vanished without a trace.

He rose, removed his mask, and revealed the handsome face of young Thomas Wayne. A smile entirely different from either Owlman's or Joker-Man's appeared on it.

"For the sake of a glorious mission."

Dumb Owl spoke.

The next moment, a portal opened before him. Through it appeared a strange man wearing a green hood and holding a crescent-shaped scepter, as if a crescent moon had been embedded in an iron rod.

"Ozymandias." Dumb Owl called out the name of this new collaborator.

"The task I previously needed you to carry out is no longer necessary." Dumb Owl heard the mysterious man called Ozymandias say, "Stop worrying about Mister Mxyzptlk. Let him stay inside Emperor Joker until he dies. Terminate all previous plans immediately. We have a more serious problem now."

Although he desperately tried to keep his expression normal, his low voice still revealed how unsettled he was.

"Don't rush. Please,