I Want to Kill Chthon

Dream and Batman of the main universe had secretly reached some kind of deal. No one knew about it except the two parties involved.

Even Barbatos had failed to notice. The dream world was extremely hidden, and he would never have guessed that Dream had actually meddled in the Orrery of Worlds' civil war.

There was no helping it. Donnie ignored Dream, so Dream could only choose Bruce as his enforcer.

"If only Donnie would listen to me. But that guy is far too sly, and I have nothing that could tempt him..."

Dream walked through dreams, admiring the lives of the multiverse as they dreamed one bizarre fantasy after another.

He enjoyed this form of entertainment. He specialized in watching other people's dreams and had never grown tired of it, even after billions of years.

All that remained was to wait quietly and, from time to time, influence certain individuals' wills according to his agreement with Bruce, helping Bruce build a powerful suit of armor comparable to the God Slayer.

Honestly, Dream had not expected Bruce to neglect developing his own potential and instead put more faith in a super-powered armor created through intelligence.

Still, that was normal. Batman was that kind of person. If he wanted to, he had had countless opportunities in the main universe to obtain supernatural power, but Batman himself refused them.

If Joker Emperor had not pushed him into a corner back then, he never would have injected the Doomsday Serum to gain power.

Dream kept moving about. Very few knew of it, and those who did had no interest in speaking with such a scheming old bastard.

Because their talks had broken down long ago.

The entire multiverse had fallen into a brief calm, but beneath that calm brewed the dead silence