When he walked out of the dream bubble, he saw Gordon kneeling on all fours, looking at the ground blankly, breathing heavily.
Bobo and Dr. Quinzel were talking to him, trying to communicate, but the director seemed unable to hear anything at this time.
"If you pull a person from his own dream into the dream of the universe, will he be mentally affected?" Su Ming took off the gas mask and handed it to Lucian, who was watching closely. He squatted down to check Gordon's pulse.
and pupils, and flicked the old man's earlobe with his middle finger: "But it seems that he just can't accept it mentally. It will be fine if he slows down a little. He doesn't seem to be crazy. This is a good sign."
Bobo fumbled and took out his pipe from his pocket, smoked it himself and then put it into Gordon's mouth. He slapped the police officer on the back and asked him to take a few puffs to calm down his shock.
The gorilla raised his face and said to Deathstroke: "Have we discovered the hypnotic method of the Laughing Bat?"
"It should be like this. You shouldn't have known that you were not tied to the tower when Barbatos invaded." Su Ming also lit a cigarette himself, took out a soda and gave Gordon a few sips: "It's just that the hero at that time
They all have nightmares. This time, the Laughing Bat uses viruses and metal resonance to make them have sweet dreams."
The little gorilla looked at Gordon who was gradually regaining his composure, stopped slapping his furry claws on the other's back, pinched his chin and said:
"Is it to help others make up for their regrets again and again in dreams, thereby hypnotizing them to gain trust? It seems a bit too simple."
"The Laughing Virus should be a three-in-one poison, of which laughing gas is one of the components. Batman has proven this to us. And using N metal resonance to make people daydream is what we have just proven
The second and third component is probably a concept related to 'truth' or 'change', and I need more samples."
Su Ming twisted his mouth towards the orangutan, indicating that he shouldn't say any more here. Xiaofu orangutan immediately understood, and everyone became quiet, waiting for the director's recovery.
It took about five minutes of smoking, drinking, and gentle questioning before Director Gordon came back to his senses.
He stood up, patted his windbreaker, raised his head and glanced at Father Sun who was smiling at him, then raised his hand and patted his head.
Maybe he suspected that there was something wrong with his brain, because everything here seemed... too cartoony.
But after a few slaps, the scene still didn't change. Then Mr. Feng puffed up his face and blew air, quickly flying across the sky. Not far away, three little pigs wearing overalls were pointing at him with their hooves.
Give pointers.
He raised his hand to continue slapping himself? Fortunately, Su Ming picked him up before he suffered a nervous breakdown. Let him face the familiar black and yellow armor, awakening him with a more intuitive fear.
"Director Gordon? Your son and daughter are in my hands and they are going to die soon."
"What?! Let them go? I'll fight you!"
The director's body was twisting crazily. He wanted to get rid of the shackles of the death knell. He might not have a clear mind, but when it came to his child, he couldn't care about other issues.
Wouldn't that be great?
"Poof!" With a soft sound, the death knell summoned a bottle of champagne from nowhere. After washing his face, the mercenary smiled and hooked the stunned old man's neck: "Don't be excited, I'm just going to open it for you.
It’s a joke, you dreamed of a joke, I’ll give you another joke? Has it become a series?”
Bobo on the side rolled his eyes, maybe this is true? Because sometimes when dreaming, you will indeed dream of continuous stories, or the kind that lasts for several days.
But whether it's a joke about the Joker or Deathstroke? It's all a nightmare, right?
Gordon finally came back to his senses after being drowned. Looking at the familiar Deathstroke and "Harley", the orangutan wearing clothes and talking next to him didn't seem so out of the ordinary anymore.
"Where is this?"
"Dreamland? The Kingdom of Dreams? You can call it whatever you want. This is a dream that belongs to our multiverse." Su Ming let go of the control director's big hand and patted the water stains on his clothes: "How are you doing now?
Are there any other sudden urges to laugh or world-weary thoughts?"
"Why am I laughing? Because I was kidnapped by a famous mercenary and taken to a strange place?" Gordon took off his glasses and shook the drink on them, blowing out a thick breath from his nostrils: "What happened to me? I don't remember
what happened."
Bobo nodded aside and jumped into the arms of Deathstroke: "Amnesia is a good thing, because you fought Batman and Superman for several rounds while being controlled by the Laughing Bat, and almost stole important things."
"This is the first time I have seen this." Dr. Quinzel kept looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Director Gordon: "If this is his soul or the embodiment of his dream, then in reality...
."
"Yes, in reality he is still in the dungeon of the Hall of Justice, and may still be in the stage of daydreaming." Deathstroke handed Gordon a bottle of wine to drink to warm himself up, while answering the doctor's question: "
But I’ve already made arrangements, didn’t I tell Green Arrow to arrange for a Joker to be Gordon’s roommate?”
When the director heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched and his pupils trembled.
He raised his hand and wiped it on his face a few times, making a protesting sound: "Wait, although I don't understand what you are saying, it sounds like you want me to be roommates with the clown? Are you crazy?
"
"I have saved you several times, Officer Gordon. If I wanted you to die, you would have reported death a long time ago." Su Ming smiled lightly and signaled the director to relax: "I have a deal with the clown. He
It will not hurt you, on the contrary, after he notices the changes in your body in reality, he will start to treat you."
"Use a razor blade to make incisions on my face. This is his treatment method." The director took the small beer. He didn't think this was a dream because everything was too real: "He will only make people crazy and hurt others."
Spirit."
Deathstroke waved his hands, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all: "Don't look at people with the same old eyes. Today's Joker must first ensure that the stage between him and Batman can survive before doing bad things. This is because
His level of psychological needs determines that you have to believe in science."
"I only believe in Batman, where is he?" Gordon looked at Deathstroke's one eye and asked seriously.
But Su Ming did not answer him, but took off his cloak with his backhand: "Bobo and Dr. Quinzel, the cloak will send you to Paradise Island, prepare to give medicine to Donna and Carla. Lucien, your master's castle
Are there any guest rooms? The kind with doors that can block nuclear bombs and windows that can withstand forbidden spells?"
Paradise Island is very repulsive to men, but there is no problem with Bobo, he is not a human being.
"I can send the police officer to live temporarily in a work of art first. Each painting hanging in the corridor of the castle represents an independent story plane." The butler bent slightly and answered the death knell's question respectfully.
Deathstroke nodded in affirmation and turned to look at the second bubble: "That's it, just don't send him to meet God in "The Last Supper". I can't say how much time it will take to solve the problem. Keep an eye on him. I'll wait for you."
mask."
The housekeeper clapped his hands, and a few super-strong rabbits walked out from the side, the kind with their heart-protecting hairs sticking out from the collars of their clothes. Su Ming didn't know which story these ghostly things came from.
But they grabbed Director Gordon's limbs and lifted them up towards the castle. No matter how hard the poor old man struggled, he didn't stir up any waves.