Your dad is missing

"More important than that, I think there's a more pressing issue right now." Nightwing glanced at Little Ross. "Who is she? You have a sister?"

"You are—" Rose cupped Little Ross's face and asked gently.

"Rose Madison," Little Ross. said, "those people—they were my foster parents, my real mother, she—she has—"

"Dead—my God—" Rose sighed, "You are me."

"Is that so?" Nightwing, somewhat puzzled. "When did we travel through time—no—when did we get here?"

"How did we get here?" Raven's expression also turned serious.

"This is a big problem." The people present looked at each other in dismay. "Have we been infected?"

"It's one thing for others, but even Sister Rachel has run into trouble?" Roy thought for a moment and said, "This doesn't make sense."

"Could it be—" Nightwing glanced at Raven's chest, "... it seems like it was Trigon's doing?"

"Very likely—" Raven's expression was extremely unpleasant, "I shouldn't have entrusted it to my mother—it seems he's bewitched her again."

"That's insane," said Beast Boy. "Is he really that fearless?"

"That's the Demon Trigon."

"Alright, whoever's behind this, our priority now is—how to get back to the real world," Nightwing said. "Do you have any good ideas?"

"Let's gather clues first," Raven said after a moment's thought, pointing to Little Ross. "That kid might know something."

"I'll ask," Rose said to the group. "A temporary alliance?"

"Okay." Nightwing nodded.

"Excuse me, but I need to ask you some questions—" Rose said gently to Little Ross, "If you are my... who are the Madisons?"

"Mark and Margaret," Little Ross rubbed his eyes, "They adopted me after my mother passed away."

"Was that your name before?" Raven asked Rose.

"I—no, that's not it." Rose shook his head. "I didn't grow up in a place like this—I grew up in a brothel, not in a foster home—"

"Deathstroke didn't mention that part—" Beast Boy facepalmed.

"Perhaps she isn't you?" Nightwing was also a little unsure.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's me, our past—they just got something wrong." Rose shook his head. "Like you say, something here—is wrong."

"If that's the case—he's also your father?" Little Ross asked.

"Deathstroke?"

"No, the Murderer."

"As for his profession, yes. But that's not his name." Rose glanced out the window. "Why did he arrest you?"

"He hates working for Insomnia; he wants to leave this place for the Waking World." Little Ross moved a Chair over, stood on it, and looked out the window like Rose. "But he can't do it alone; he needs a bridge to get there."

Outside the window, monsters roamed around, and one of them seized a human and killed him.

"This place is wrong—" Rose frowned, "My precognitive abilities seem to have failed."

"We have superpowers?" Little Ross's eyes widened. "Awesome!"

"Superpowers are nothing, want to see magic?" Raven snapped his fingers, and the cup on the table sprouted arms and legs and began to dance. "Looks like my abilities still work here."

"Me too." Beast Boy turned into a green cat and rolled around at the Raven's feet.

"Wow!" Little Ross couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Alright, stop with your stupid Witchcraft tricks, superheroes." Rose rolled his eyes. "What, so what if you have magic? So what if you can turn into a cat?" "You mean that Deathstroke 'Murderer'?"

"Yes, the Murderer —he said he needed a bridge to get out of here and into the Waking World." Rose paused.

Are you that bridge?

"I don't know." Little Ross shook his head. "He can—he travels through your blood, through anyone's blood."

"An interesting ability."

He said if he could enter a person's bloodstream, a person who belongs to two worlds at the same time, and so on.

He supposedly could use me as a matchmaker—well, a matchmaker or something.

"Medium."

"Yes, that's what he said."

"But you don't belong to either world, Rose, that doesn't make sense."

"He's right." Little Ross's pupils vanished instantly, his body covered in Runes, and he stabbed Rose with a knife.

"Rose, why?" Rose quickly dodged, kicking the Beast Boy on the ground to block the blow.

"Meow!" The Beast Boy jumped up.

"I haven't left this world, but you've traversed two worlds; you are the bridge, you are the gateway for him to leave this place!"

"This is troublesome." Raven snapped his fingers, and purple Magic surged wildly, summoning countless tentacles that pounced on Little Ross, knocking her out of the house.

"This is our world, Marauder, and the Justice League!" Little Ross tore through the tentacles with his Talon. "You have nowhere to run!"

"The Murderer are here! Get out of here, or we'll be in big trouble!"

No, no!

"Help!"

The bodies of the surrounding humans suddenly mutated. Two people merged into one, turning into a giant spider. Some people had eyeballs growing all over their bodies, and others had hair that turned into fleshy tentacles. Together, they charged towards the group.

"This thing is really creepy." Nightwing felt a chill run down his spine.

"Really?" Raven covered Starfire's head under his cloak to prevent her from seeing the horrific scene. "I think it'll be fine."

Nightwing glanced at their densely packed tentacles, thought for a moment, and said, "Indeed—they're about the same as us."

"Stop standing there like idiots! Frenzy and Rage, you two, attack too!" Little Ross commanded, ordering the two monsters behind her to charge towards Rose.

"Hydra Transformation!" the Beast Boy roared, transforming into a giant Hydra. "Come on!"

"You nuisances, I'm not your match," Little Ross said coldly.

"Bang!"

A Flesh Beast writhing with green pus and countless murky eyeballs slammed into Beast Boy and sent him flying.

"Damn it, what a disgusting monster!" Beast Boy cursed, spraying purple Venom.

"I am your future, Garfield." The fleshy monster said coldly to Beast Boy, countless rotting, pale arms extending from its body, reaching out to grab Beast Boy.

"I'll never turn into that kind of monster!" Beast Boy cursed.

"Really? Where do you think your superpowers came from? Do you think your parents turned you into this to save you? Do you think the researchers at the HIVE are any good people?"

"Damn it, die! Dragon Transformation!" Beast Boy transformed into a Dragon a thousand miles long, circling the Earth. "Imitation, try transforming yourself!"

"This guy's really angry." Nightwing shrugged. "You guys should have noticed the problem here by now."

"Of course—" Raven nodded, a purple glint flashing in his eyes, "I'll go talk to Trigon first, you guys continue."

"What are you talking about?" Roy said.

"You'll see soon enough," Nightwing said. "I can't believe I didn't notice it right away—have I been living too comfortably for too long, and my mind has become dulled?"

"Hey, little Robin, what are you talking about?" A man wearing Owls mask emerged from Nightwing's shadow, his Talon piercing directly into Nightwing's body.

"What betrayed me was my own memory, and my own thoughts." Nightwing remained motionless, letting the Talon tear open his chest. "What I saw and heard was nothing but a mirage—what difference does it make whether I'm awake or asleep?"

"Thump!"

Nightwing's body fell to the ground with a thud, and the person wearing the Owls mask behind him also disappeared.

It happened so fast that no one else present could react in time.

Roy's Pupil constricted sharply. "No! Damn it! Dick! Why didn't you run!"

He hadn't known Nightwing for very long, but they had become friends. Now, seeing Nightwing killed, his eyes changed instantly.

They need to become ruthless.

"I don't like that look." A familiar voice came from Roy's ear, "Useless thing, your incompetence has cost you another comrade—or rather, you don't deserve comrades at all, trash."

Roy glared at the person who spoke; it was Green Arrow, pointing an arrow at him.

"Whoosh!" The arrow pierced the air and instantly reached Roy's forehead.

"Damn it, stop spacing out!" Rose Ira aside. "Are you waiting to die too?"

"No... Oliver, why would he want to kill me?" Roy muttered to himself, still in shock.

"Because you are an incompetent and weak thing, keeping you in the world will only hold me back," Green Arrow said coldly, as arrows continued to fly.

"No!"

Above the moon.

Purple Magic surged from the Raven's body, the sky seemed to scream in fury, and an ominous feeling enveloped the entire moon.

"Power surges through my body—power strong enough to tear apart the barriers between dimensions! That feeling is so familiar." Raven opened his eyes. "My father is about to break down the dimensional barrier!"

"You guessed right, my daughter!" The Demon Trigon tore through dimensions and descended before the Raven. "Come with me!"

The scene before the Raven changed rapidly, and it found itself in the sky above an unfamiliar planet.

The humans below, upon seeing the Demon Trigon, instantly knelt down and shouted, "Long live Trigon!"

"Those things shouting below are my slaves; their existence is solely to please me," the Demon Trigon said to the Raven. "If anyone annoys you, or if their mere presence displeases you, you may simply annihilate them on the spot."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, sending some armored Demon into the crowd.

"Woman, smile at your master! Don't you hear me?"

"Line up, you spineless maggots!"

"If you don't stand properly, I'll break your legs right now!"

"You're here to welcome your master home! Either praise him properly or die!"

"My daughter, why are you silent? What do you think of my planet?" the Demon Trigon asked the Raven.

"There's no joy, no love here; they're all afraid of you—very good," the Raven sneered. "I even thought you were the mastermind behind all this—"

"Hmm, what are you talking about?"

"What I mean is, I'm very happy with your planet, it's mine now," Raven said. "Or to put it more bluntly, Old Deng, pop some coins!"

"I don't think so, child." A crimson light shot from Trigon's eyes, clashing with the Raven's magic.

"You've become weak, you old man!" A powerful surge of Magic erupted from the Raven, accompanied by the resounding clang of shattering glass. "This world needs courageous young people to rule!"

"But you're still a wet behind the ears!" Trigon's four eyes simultaneously shot out red light.

The Raven remained motionless, raising its Magic shield. The purple protective barrier precisely blocked the red light, and the spell light rippled across the surface of the shield.

"Touch of the Spirit!" Raven spread his five fingers, summoning countless tentacles that enveloped the Demon Trigon.

These were no ordinary tentacles; each one carried a memory of despair. When they touched Trigon's skin, they burned tiny black spots and directly eroded his mind.

"Aww!"

Countless desperate memories flooded into the mind of the Demon Trigon, his fingernails digging deep into the ground, his knuckles twisted and deformed from the excruciating pain.

He felt every nerve burning, every drop of blood boiling, as if countless blunt knives were slowly cutting into his soul.

"That's good, even if it's a fake." Raven shrugged, spread his arms, and a huge Meteorite instantly tore through the clouds, crashing down with a long, fiery tail.

"Damn it, you really want to kill me?"

"Is that even a question? You're not another father of mine." Seeing that the Meteorite had no effect on Trigon, Raven casually waved her hand, and a sharp purple light shot directly into the chest of the Demon Trigon.

Spiderweb-like blood-red patterns appeared on the surface of the Demon Trigon's chest, then in the blink of an eye, they transformed into countless sharp blood blades, piercing deep into his body.

"I've already studied this; your skin has pretty strong resistance to magic, but that means we can attack directly from the inside." Raven smiled smugly. "Alright, now you can tell me, who brought us into this Dream Space?"

"What are you saying?!"

"Still pretending? Although our memories have been tampered with, there are too many flaws." Raven shrugged. "From the very beginning, I realized that I had linked everyone here with Soul Chains. Although I lost the memory of casting the spell, the effect is still there—that's why we were pulled into the same Dream Space, right?"