"They believed it?"
Jason's voice dripped with sarcasm.
He wasn't trying to stir up trouble. If the Justice League was still fighting among themselves at a time like this, the outcome was obvious.
"Whether they believed it doesn't matter. Once the seed of doubt was planted, Dick had achieved his goal." After saying that, Tim caught Dick's aggrieved look. "...I don't mean you."
"I know..." Dick smiled wryly.
"What happened next?" Barbara leaned back in her chair, intrigued.
"You, I mean..."
"The Barbara in your dream. I get it." Barbara waved a hand dismissively. "Was 'I' turned? Or did I discover something and get silenced?"
"Not yet." Dick recalled his dream. "You found a pile of soil under a bed at the Gotham Old Town Hotel."
"I know this one!" Barbara's eyes lit up. "When vampires travel far from home, they have to sleep on soil from their homeland-and that 'homeland' probably means the place where they became vampires."
"Yes, Babs. 'You' discovered that the person renting the room was called Mary Shakleton, an alias used by Blood Queen Mary," Dick said. "But that wasn't much help-'I' was right there beside 'you.' Jason and Cassandra also ran into the vampires' grand general, Grodd the gorilla. Together, they managed to wound him, but he still turned into a bat and flew away."
"He actually let him escape." Jason rolled his eyes again. "That 'me' was useless."
Tim was shocked. "You even roast yourself?"
"Am I wrong?"
Dick took a deep breath, trying hard to ignore the emotional sucker punches his family kept throwing at him. "Anyway, you found a playing card with blood-red graffiti on the Joker's face."
"A diversion." Bruce rapidly recorded the details Dick provided, delivering his verdict without looking up. "You wanted to direct everyone's attention toward Joker,