"This is the Dream Dimension, that way leads to the gates of Hell, and this is Dream's steward, Lucien." Donna turned her head across the grassland, taking in the scenery from near to far as she told Deathstroke, "Diana told me about this place. She's been here before and said it was a beautiful world."
More or less. As long as one ignored the conspicuous "rifts that spat out people" in the sky, as well as the Gate of Thorns below them that led straight to Hell's boiling cauldrons, the rest could still be considered cartoonishly cute.
After all, animals did not just wear clothes, speak English, and have two big, watery Kasilan Big Eyes on their faces everywhere.
"Your willpower is very strong. If The Batman Who Laughs hadn't deliberately chosen a non-combat dream to influence you, perhaps you would have recovered on your own long ago." Su Ming spoke with some feeling, smiling as he handed Donna a real ice cream, high-end stuff bought from Azeroth.
Dreams were always layered within dreams, and stories were formed only when reality and illusion intertwined. Donna was merely another person who wanted a "better story," which was why she and Gordon had been hypnotized by The Batman Who Laughs.
The truth of stories was this—stories could be changed. The Batman Who Laughs had shown them that in their dreams.
Donna took a deep breath and stretched. She accepted the ice cream, took a bite, and said with a smile, "Maybe. Actually, I still remember the flavor of that glowing sundae you bought me in Maya last time. If you'd come to find me earlier, I definitely would have recovered long ago."
"It's not that easy. I only freed your mind, or perhaps your soul. Your body is still on Paradise Island