The Dark Knight, his face like a statue, was experiencing someone else's birthday party. The people beside him, possibly nightmares or perhaps illusions, were acting according to a script—one that was most likely Christopher Lucas's memories, and might not even have been accurate.
Su Ming shook his head. He could understand Batwoman's behavior; this was a case calling out to a great detective. But it seemed that investigating the scene now also required determining whether the evidence was real or fake, which made things rather cumbersome.
Still, there was nothing else to do at the moment. He might as well play detective with Batwoman.
"Can we talk to Batwoman?" Su Ming asked the Adjutant. She currently controlled the Spider Web, so if they were going to use this line for communication, they first had to make sure it was secure.
"We can, Sheriff." The Adjutant's projection looked at the man floating in midair, drinking soda as though he were watching television. "The new Totem model is operating steadily. Its energy flow is smooth and sufficiently concealed. If anything goes wrong, Dream of a Thousand Cats can remedy it. After all, the other side is only a dream."
She appeared very confident. Yet the source of that confidence was not herself, but Deathstroke and the cat.
"Fine. Keep an eye on what's happening in this dream. If Insomnia sneaks over, let me know. I need to watch the details of Batwoman's scene closely."
Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette and nodded. Sitting cross-legged in midair within the darkness, he straightened his back, seeming a little more serious. Once he had adjusted his mood, he spoke. "Batwoman, can you hear me?"
The Dark Knight, who had just taken a seat at the dining table and was watching the hostess cut