"Cat, is there anything you want to say?"
After arranging Brainiac's work, Su Ming took Damian to speak with the two "Dreams." However, he had no intention of asking Daniel's opinion. He cared more about the cat.
The big cat had nearly finished the fish, leaving only the tailbone as it licked and sucked at it for flavor. Hearing Deathstroke's words, its head flipped around directly, as though it were not connected to a spine at all.
"The previous Dream created Nightmare. You have been there before, so I have nothing to say. We are the keepers of the Unwritten Poem, not its witnesses. Some people believe they can foresee the future, but in truth, they merely glimpse a fragment of the Timeline and pull the story toward the direction they saw."
"Is that what Darkseid is doing now? He created a nightmare? No, a nightmarish Timeline?"
Su Ming raised one eyebrow at the riddle, casually stroking the big cat a few times. This cat was quite lively, but it still spoke like a riddle-loving cat.
"Meow meow, how could a story be something so inconvenient? But you will understand eventually." The big cat laughed, its eyes still narrowed. It swallowed the fish tail in one bite, smoke curling from its mouth like some immortal realm, yet it clearly had no intention of saying more. "All right, I'm ready to go."
The cat floated up like a wisp of smoke, quickly shrinking to the size of a finger. It landed atop Daniel's head and curled up there comfortably, the flame on the tip of its little tail swaying back and forth.
But Dream himself was still sleepwalking, following behind Deathstroke like a wooden puppet.
Honestly, Su Ming rather liked the Legion of Doom's efficiency. If this had been the Justice