On the surface, Deathstroke had gone into the corridor to fetch his mask. In reality, he had stepped into a dream, so it was perfectly normal for him to be briefly out of contact.
The remaining three ladies, along with Barry, sat on the large sofa in the reception room, drinking tea and sampling the pastries Lucien had brought.
To be honest, perhaps because the ingredients in the Dreaming were special, the pastries tasted quite different. The things that looked like cookies turned into Pop Rocks in their mouths, bursting with energy.
"Mmm, delicious." Barry had been running ever since he got up that morning. He had not had time to eat before being brought here, so he had finally caught this meal. "What are these cookies made from? They taste amazing. Can I get the recipe?"
"The recipe is that of ordinary cookies, but the flour is grown in the Dreaming." The butler stood by with an empty tray, smiling pleasantly as he attended to them. "The Material World likely has no substitute ingredient. The popping sensation you feel belongs to the cookies' dreams."
"Cookies have dreams too? Isn't that a little too absurd?" Cheetah looked skeptical. She thought they were delicious too, but she did not believe anything could be that mystical.
"Everything has dreams, because this is the Dreaming." Zatanna ate far more delicately, and her family background had given her some understanding of such matters. "If the ruler of dreams wants them to have dreams, then they can have dreams."
"Precisely so." The butler nodded slightly, affirming the Enchantress's answer. That was his master's power.
To grant dreams to those without them, and eternal sleep to those within dreams.
"By the way, Mr. Butler, you said Daniel went to Mother Night's wedding. Did the whole Family