These days, Gwenpool basically did everything according to Deathstroke's guidance. After all, this was the DC Universe. Since she did not know much about the broader situation here, she did not dare to mess around entirely as she pleased.
The little girl had been wildly energetic back in Marvel, acting crazy and unhinged, because she had a comprehensive understanding of every kind of information in Marvel. It was like her own backyard.
She might not recognize every weed or wildflower, but she could be certain that nothing too dangerous was watching her. Naturally, that meant she could relax and have a little fun while earning popularity.
That would not work in DC. She found Deadpool irritating, but she had to admit that the bastard had been right about one thing—DC really was too dark.
Being a comic-relief character was not much use here. The world's overall atmosphere was what it was; acting too uniquely would instead make the world reject her more easily. She might as well follow Deathstroke's arrangements. At any rate, she definitely would not lose out.
Having received instructions from Deathstroke, she would mainly focus on dividing the Sleepless Knights.
He had observed the Sleepless Knights in Harley's nightmare. How should he put it? They were naive? Or perhaps not very bright?
In short, the nightmares seemed severely disconnected from reality. They were extremely easy to fool. There was not even any need to display much force; words alone could make them waver.
Born from the subconscious minds of all kinds of creatures, they came from nightmares, but ultimately they were also "crystallizations of thought." That made them easily influenced by other ideas.
Although their primary method of attack was to bring fear to people, when truly facing those with exceptionally strong willpower and unwavering convictions, they