"You're only lucky because I can't get away for the moment. Since you still think the real culprit is someone else, I can only keep following your line of thought and see where it leads."
Su Ming still had to lie in wait and fish in Harley's dream, so he had no way to enter Christopher's dream and pull Batwoman into an argument. Although he could now see what Batwoman saw and communicate with her, he had no way to control her actions or thoughts.
So rather than letting the two of them argue endlessly, it was better to follow Batwoman's reasoning and carefully investigate the inside of the house—preferably what it had looked like before the fire.
"First, find the point of origin."
The dark Batwoman had probably guessed why Deathstroke had compromised. That person could not come over right now and was merely a spectator and adviser. That was actually a good thing for her.
Because this was a Nightmare, and Deathstroke currently had Dream beside him. Dream was the true expert when it came to dreams.
With that, she rose from beside the dining table and headed toward the second floor through the blaze.
The flames licked at her cloak, yet somehow only made it look darker, as though it had merged with the thick smoke filling the house.
The spark-spitting stairs creaked and twisted beneath her feet, but did not collapse. Her steps were steady, yet not slow in the slightest.
A few seconds later, the Dark Knight reached the second floor and stood in the upstairs hallway.
The rooms here were arranged like petals around the staircase. Amid the raging flames, much of what could be seen had already been destroyed, reduced to charred black smears, while fire surged along the ceiling like a reverse-flowing