"That's Gotham. I'm far stronger than Superman now, but even if Superman merely flew over Gotham, Batwoman would suspect he had ulterior motives, let alone if I sent an army down there."
Lighting a cigarette, he slowly took a drag. Smoke streamed from his nostrils as Su Ming spread his hands and explained his reasoning.
"I tried it last time, when we dealt with that mad scientist and the Remnant. You have no idea how Batwoman looked at me afterward. It was like she wanted to crawl into my head and dig out every thought I had. She was extremely wary."
Gotham was Batwoman's personal cesspit, her toy and figurine display case. If anyone who could make her feel threatened went there, she would wildly overthink things and come up with a whole pile of contingency plans. Nothing but trouble.
"But she can't beat you, meow." Dream of a Thousand Cats did not particularly want to save anyone; it only wanted to stop Nightmare. "Whatever you do, Batwoman has no ability to object."
"That's not how it works, Mimi. Humans aren't like cats. Interpersonal relationships are complicated." Su Ming rubbed the cat's head and smiled. "I hate trouble. If Batwoman keeps watching me and probing me, I'll be endlessly annoyed. I can kill Batwoman, but does that mean I should? If I really did it, what would Damian think of me? What would Diana think? What would Bobo and Barry think?"
Altering memories, modifying origins, quantum interference—perhaps all those methods could be used to clean things up afterward. But once one lie was told, a whole pile of lies would be needed to cover it up. That was even more troublesome.
So it did not matter at all that Gotham was currently a complete mess. Getting involved would only bring