Steam slowly rose from the little green pot, lingering through the suite thick with debauchery. Watching Deathstroke use Cosmic Energy to brew milk tea, Lucifer nodded repeatedly in apparent appreciation.
"Sounds like The Flash is in pretty bad shape. Though that's normal. Dream is sort of one of my friends, but honestly, he's a little boring. He's far too absorbed in illusory dreams, which only makes people overlook reality."
The Devil King elegantly tossed his hair. With that motion, his short golden hair lengthened until it hung to the floor. He twirled it around his pale fingers, looking like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
Su Ming began using the strained tea leaves to boil eggs and merely smiled at that.
It was not that Dream was truly boring. The key was that after Daniel became the second Dream, he had completely inherited his predecessor's power, along with his responsibilities and karmic burden.
As the Lord of Dreams, all his actions seemed like sleepwalking to ordinary people. Everything he said sounded like dream talk or riddles, and only the mentally ill could understand him.
Otherwise, why do you think Daniel sent Batwoman a Dream Communication during Barbatos's invasion? Sending one to Superman would clearly have been more reliable.
Lucifer was a straightforward person. You could tell from how, back then, he had fallen from Heaven with his brothers at the slightest disagreement and directly gone to war with God. What he hated most was solving riddles and cases.
But to make up for this weakness, he was actually very kind to detectives. From Constantine to Albera, and even the Los Angeles police officers who were essentially nameless extras, Lucifer generously offered them all kinds of help and could even break the rules of Hell.
Generally speaking, borrowing a