"What do you mean? I don't really get it, meow."
Dream of a Thousand Cats did understand; it was just lazy and unwilling to think.
Though it had only known Deathstroke and followed him around for a month or two, it had already developed the habit of giving up on thinking. Deathstroke decided everything anyway. It only needed to be a good pet.
Whenever there were "mice," it would move its paws and help Deathstroke deal with them. The rest of the time, it could lie around, eat dried little fish, drink milk, and enjoy the life of a cat.
"Harley probably guessed that I wanted to catch Insomnia, but a nightmare that can roam everywhere isn't easy to catch, so she's planning to use herself as bait."
Su Ming did not explain everything. This much should be enough for Little Gray to understand.
It was known that Insomnia had launched an enormous attack, and different targets received different treatment.
Batwoman and Superman, for example—as two of the Trinity of the Justice League—had quite a few nightmares in their dreams.
But Cyborg, Martian Manhunter, and the others only had a single lonely nightmare in their dreams, the sort that could easily be crushed to death.
Su Ming had summed up the pattern at the time and guessed that perhaps the number of nightmare opponents assigned to someone was directly proportional to their combat strength.
But after seeing Bobo's dream and discovering that even a monkey was being heavily guarded by an army of nightmares—one even larger than Superman's—Su Ming changed his reasoning.
Insomnia was coming for him. Besides strength, there was another pattern governing how many nightmares were stuffed into someone's dream: how close the victim was to Deathstroke.
The closer someone was to him, the more nightmares appeared in