"So, during the time she was being indoctrinated, she had no memory of it at all?"
In the space filled with excessively dazzling light effects, Deathstroke picked up Kitty and placed her on his shoulder, stroking her fur with one hand.
"Who knows, meow. It could have been an act, so Batwoman is still keeping an eye on her."
Dream of a Thousand Cats lay comfortably on the man's shoulder, smacking its lips in enjoyment. However, its eyes were wide open as it watched the strange Cloaked Figure in the distance. It kept catching a familiar scent, something like the smell of a mouse.
"Heh, I don't think so. Batwoman, Luthor, and all you Dreams think she's been cured, so I'll trust your judgment."
As he spoke, Su Ming reached out and turned the cat's head back, making it look at him instead of staring at Black Mouse. This was no time for allies to start infighting.
"So, meow? Did the method we used give you any inspiration?" Kitty did not care about such minor details. It raised its head and looked toward the sky—or at least, the direction that could probably be called the sky.
The pitch-black CAAT was slowly writhing along the World Barrier, growing increasingly real.
As a Dream, Kitty had a clear understanding of what was illusion and what was real. The enemy was forcing its way into the plane they occupied, and over the next stretch of time, its power would only grow stronger.
It was somewhat like a "divine descent." A god descending in its true form was often far stronger than a projection or spokesperson.
"Yes. Changing a person by altering their subconscious is indeed a good method." Su Ming also looked up at the enormous enemy and took a drag from his