Facing his father's concern, Damian rubbed his face silently. Then, instead of throwing himself into his father's arms and crying like a child would do in common sense, he reached out and touched his belt.
Looking at Deathstroke's concerned expression, Damian took out a small prop and fired at him. This was the thorium crystal spray gun made by Robin King, a high-energy laser weapon that can directly kill the opponent after hitting the target.
All the limbs and head flew out from the torso.
The sudden attack was of course a hit, and Deathstroke was knocked out and hit the wall. The cat on the side showed a surprised look, and hurriedly ran to Deathstroke, stretched out its two little paws to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him, and opened its mouth at the same time.
shouted:
"Why did you attack him?! He is your father!"
"Oh, I don't know what you are, but you can't hide this scam from me."
Damian clenched the prop in his hand, and the progress bar of the energy accumulation was rising. He got up from the bed, walked to the broken window where it was convenient to escape, and then continued:
"If you are really the dreamer of a thousand cats, then there is no need for Deathstroke to ask me what I dreamed about. You should have seen it long ago and told him, right?"
Although Robin is young, he is also a veritable old Gothamite. In particular, he learned the spirit of questioning everything from Batman. When Deathstroke appeared in front of him and said the first words, the boy knew that this was a man.
It's fake.
In addition to the flaws in the other party's words, there is another piece of evidence.
Before falling asleep, the back of Damian's head hurt terribly, which was a sign of mental exhaustion.
And when I escaped from the beach dream just now and returned to this little bed, my head didn't hurt anymore?
I only slept for a few minutes, so it was impossible to have such a good recovery effect. The only explanation was that I was still dreaming!
With these two points, it is enough for the boy to test. If he is really his biological father, he must be able to dodge beam weapons fired at close range. Everyone knows that the death knell can reach super-light speed. Isn't it normal to dodge a laser?
However, the death knell was hit, and the last clue was gathered. It was a fake.
The boy was very angry. He felt that it was an insult for the enemy to pretend to be his own father, but his reason kept him calm, because he was still in a dream, which was probably within the scope of the other party's ability.
Anger will not be of any use at this time. The key is to keep thinking calmly and not get lost in illusions.
The opponent was not injured and was just pretending to fall to the ground. All he could do was deal with it instead of fighting desperately.
Hearing what he said, the cat that was giving death knell heart compressions stopped. It sighed humanely, turned its head 180 degrees, and two eyeballs fell out of its sockets.
"Why are you so smart? It's so annoying. Don't you like to dream? Let me help you. As long as you live in nightmares forever, won't you stop dreaming?"
"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the dream."
Damian frowned. He didn't say anything to the cat that was transforming into a monster. He turned around and jumped out of the window. Although this was the third floor, it wasn't a big problem. He landed steadily and headed not far away.
Run into the forest somewhere.
In the room, the fake Deathstroke lying on the ground also sat up. He picked up the cat with purple blood coming out of its eyes, walked to the window, and looked at Damian's back as he ran away.
The small figure blended into the dark shadows of the forest and disappeared in a flash.
"Insomnia, why do you think he ran away? Since we all know this is a dream, we should also realize that no matter how we run, we can't escape. Why did he run away?"
The creature that looked like a death knell just now, but now started to melt like a candle asked.
It was still somewhat human-like at first, but in just a few breaths, it turned into a lump of amorphous black viscous substance. There was also a big red eye on this lump of substance, which looked a bit like the wax melt in the DND world.
Demonic.
"He's tempting me to play games with him, smart boy, I like him."
The cat jumped off the melting embrace and landed on the ground. It quickly transformed into a person with lavender skin, with a crazy smile on his face, like a clown who saw a new game:
"He thinks I'm just a person. If I stay here to target him, I won't be able to go anywhere. In this way, if he doesn't wake up in reality for a long time, those so-called superheroes will definitely find the abnormality and come to the dream
to rescue him."
Obviously, this is a standard superhero plan. Use yourself to delay the enemy, slow down the execution speed of the opponent's plan, and wait for reinforcements to arrive or to die generously after the situation is exhausted.
This is also a typical Bat-family plan. In the past, Batman seduced every psychopath to play games. In this way, wouldn’t the psychopath who took the bait have no time to harm other people?
As for escaping through the window, this is actually an application of psychology.
In nature, when most predators see their prey fleeing from behind, their first reaction in a short period of time is to chase it.
And Damian knew that this was a dream and deliberately escaped like that, which was essentially a way to lure the enemy.
"So this is a delaying tactic." The wax melting demon-like nightmare nodded, even though its head had slid down to the waist due to gravity, it also showed a malicious smile: "But he probably didn't expect that you stole the Sandman's
The Nightmare Stone can exist in the dreams of all creatures at the same time. You are so awesome, haha!"
The tone of its words was somewhat flattering, probably because it wanted to please the slender figure next to it, but as soon as the words came out, it had the effect of flattering the horse on the hoof, and the mysterious humanoid nightmare instantly became furious.
"Snapped!"
Insomniac turned around and gave the Candle Monster a radiant big-eared head. The purple light like a spiral pill in his hand instantly poured into the latter's body, blasting it to pieces and filling the room with mucus.
It's all over every wall, and that's not all. Insomniac is still jumping to his feet and continuing to curse:
"The Nightmare Stone is mine! It was stolen from me by the False King Morpheus! I just took it back! Damn it, but the future will be different. I will make everything stop dreaming forever! Hee! Hee hee! Oh!
Hoho! Hahahahaha!”
As he spoke, his mood suddenly changed from rage to ecstasy, for no reason other than to laugh.
The other nightmare shattered by it did not die. It is almost impossible to kill a nightmare in a dream. As long as humans still have malicious intentions, they, as a kind of subconscious mind, will not really die.
It just makes the room a little dirty, but this is just a dream, and everything in the dream can be changed.
So the monster stuck to the wall cheekily spoke: "I understand, I made a mistake, Insomnia, the Nightmare Stone is your thing, what should we do next?"
Insomniac turned around, and the collar of his purple robe opened to a slit, revealing the ruby embedded in his chest that had integrated with his body:
"Use my method to go to the nightmare dimension to release more compatriots. I will make everyone have nightmares when they close their eyes, so that they can no longer recall the word dream, and only nightmares will last forever!"
"Where's that little boy?" The nightmare on the wall slid down, and its body parts gradually merged on the ground to reconstruct its body.
Touching his face, Insomniac turned to look out the window again, grinning from ear to ear, and said: "Isn't he waiting for the superheroes to help him? Hehe, I have a good idea, I can talk to him