Nightmares often came to a halt when people woke up in fright, but from the story's perspective, they had not truly ended, had they?
In the past, no one could remain asleep under such immense terror forever. Naturally, no one had ever seen a nightmare's conclusion. That gave it infinite possibilities, as though it would never end.
This was not the kind of horror story children read while curled up beside the fireplace at night, or under the covers with a Flashlight. Because when it was in a book, you knew it was fake. At worst, it had happened to someone else.
But nightmares truly belonged to each individual.
Within an Endless Nightmare from which one could not awaken, there were no victors. Nightmares could return again and again. Even if people won once or twice, they could only be considered temporary Survivors.
Second by second, time passed. It was already dusk. Some continued waiting for Big Fish to take the bait, while others rushed about tirelessly.
"The situation has worsened further, Master Bruce." Sitting before the Batcave's main computer, the butler wore a headset like a switchboard operator's as he reported to Batwoman on the other side of the city. "More and more lunatics affected by nightmares have appeared, and the worst among them have already become breeding grounds for demons."
After knocking out a crazed Sleepwalker, the Dark Knight silently turned him over on the ground. He then took out a small bat-shaped sticker and pressed it onto the back of the man's head before hiding him behind a nearby dumpster.
Deathstroke had given him quite a few plastic sheets, but he did not trust those things. After studying them, he had developed his own tool based on the original Brainwave Blocker's principles.
Its effects might not have