"You really do like dealing with lunatics, meow." Dream of a Thousand Cats thought for a moment, apparently unable to make sense of it. Its tail drooped as it said, "So what are you planning to have her do?"
"Yeah, what do you want me to do?"
Gwenpool returned in her pink-and-white uniform, seeming to materialize beside the man out of nowhere. A broad smile spread across her face.
"While I was changing, I took a moment to look it up. So this cat is Dream of a Thousand Cats, one of those External Forces that DC fans rave about. That's pretty incredible. So we're in a dream right now, aren't we?"
"Why would they rave about me?" Dream of a Thousand Cats asked. It looked at Deathstroke suspiciously.
"I told you before, don't pay attention to Gwenpool's crazy nonsense." Su Ming pressed down on the cat's head, making it focus on drinking its soda. It had not even finished one bottle after all this time; its efficiency was far too low. "All right, Gwen, stop talking nonsense too. How much do you know about the major event happening now?"
"Huh? I know all about Marvel's major events, but aren't we in the DC Universe?"
She pointed over her shoulder at the female doctor some distance away, then casually took the cat's half-full soda and began drinking it herself.
"I saw Harley, so this must be DC. Fine, down to business. I argue with DC fans online all the time, but if you're asking whether I've done any deep research into this side, then no. I don't like the atmosphere here. It's dark—way too dark."
Actually, it was not that Gwenpool disliked dark styles. She simply disliked seeing others who were darker than she was.
In the broader environment of