Luther stood up on the side. He did not speak in a hurry, but took out something that looked like a mobile phone and put it on Mela's forehead. After playing with it for a while, he looked at the reading.
Then, the bald head showed a smile, obviously having an idea:
"External forces still need external forces to deal with, don't they? Batman."
Batman didn't say much. He operated the final machine and gave Mela a set of checks. Although he used the same technological methods as Luthor, it was obvious that he couldn't trust the bald one.
Soon, he also got an answer, and turned around and left, leaving only one sentence in the darkness:
"I need a nap, I'll be right back."
Under normal circumstances, Batman only needs half an hour of sleep every seven days. His brain is highly developed, and he can even rest different brain areas through meditation and meditation, achieving a sleep-free state.
He suddenly wanted to take a nap, but he actually entered the dream state through hypnosis, and then went to find someone.
So two minutes later, when he stepped out of the darkness into the field of vision of the bald head and starfish, a pale man in a black robe followed beside him.
He had the same point of view as Luthor. Mera was undoubtedly brainwashed by external forces, so she naturally needed to use external forces to relieve her. So he found the Sandman. He originally planned to find the Dream of a Thousand Cats, but after all, Batman is also a human being.
Ah, when you enter the dreamland, you meet Daniel first.
During the invasion of Barbatos, Daniel created a big trap for Batman by entrusting him with a dream, which almost led to the destruction of Zhenglian.
Although the superheroes didn't say anything, he still felt guilty in his heart, so when Batman met him in his dream and said he needed help, he immediately said, "Let's go, let's go," and then came back with the bat.
This is a good opportunity to return a favor, isn't it? At least it would make me feel a lot better if I could help.
"Ah, Your Majesty Sandman, welcome." Luther nodded to Sandman with a smile, but it sounded a bit weird and disrespectful: "I didn't expect to see you in the real Batcave."
This is because Deathstroke told him that the human Sandman is actually the weakest among the many Sandman, and his brain is not very good.
Baldhead is an extremely conceited smart man, so what he hates most are fools and lunatics.
"Oh." Sandman still looks like a dead person. His pale face rarely shows expressions, and today is no exception.
After a simple response, he walked towards Meila, put his hand on her forehead, and took a deep breath.
For a moment, the nebulae in his eyes rotated crazily, the black robe moved automatically without wind, and a sweet smell filled the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.
This is the taste of sweet dreams, it can be a sea of flowers, a feast at home, people’s laughter, or any positive emotion.
Simply put, this is pure positive energy.
Sometimes Sandman will meet some people who are in great pain, tortured by illness, abused by life, and have no hope of living.
When he encounters this situation while patrolling the dreamland, he will sprinkle an excessive amount of sand of time on the eyelids of these poor people, and then activate the ability of 'sweet dreams' to make people sleep in illusory and real happiness.
Then he just waits next to the body, waiting for death to take over.
But today, the Sands of Time are no longer needed. This is not euthanasia, but he wants to use beautiful dreams to dispel the dark clouds in Mela's mind.
As his dream and the energy were released, some noisy sounds suddenly sounded in the darkness around everyone, which seemed to be quarreling and crying.
“Atlanta Lives Matter!”
"We can't breathe!"
"Murderer! Murderer!"
Countless voices echoed in my ears, like countless people shouting at the same time. These voices gathered together and became extremely harsh and crazy.
However, the few people present are not ordinary people. Let alone a little noise, I am afraid they will not have any special reaction when facing the ancients.
It's just that Daniel's face seemed to be a little paler, and his brows were also frowned together in a rare way. It seemed that the situation was a bit beyond his expectation and it was not easy to solve.
"I need help." He put his hand on the woman's forehead and squeezed out these words from the corner of his mouth.
As his voice fell, several more figures walked out of the darkness behind him, as if they had always been there.
"You can't handle meow by yourself? You're such a useless human meow, huh~" A fire ignited on the tail of Thousand Cats' Dream, and it stood up and stretched out fiercely: "What do you want me to say?
, you might as well find a successor, anyway, you still like Gotham Cat more than the Land of Dreams."
The kitten doesn't have any bad intentions, what it says is true. Daniel's situation is somewhat similar to "Being in the Cao camp and being in the Han heart". Although he is fulfilling his duties as a Sandman, he still has too many worries in the human world.
The unprofessional Daniel would sneak back to Gotham when he had nothing to do, sneaking home to see his mother. Even when patrolling the dream world, he would stare at the dreams of Gotham people endlessly.
It was like that last time. What kind of Batman did you ask for in a dream? If you had asked Constantine to talk about dark and diverse things in a dream, I'm afraid the situation at that time wouldn't have been that bad.
After saying this, A Thousand Cats Dream nodded and greeted everyone present. After all, it often followed Deathstroke and was a familiar cat with Batman and Luthor.
In addition to it coming here to help, a group of other Sandman also came here, such as the Dream of a Thousand Insects, the Dream of a Thousand Flowers, the Dream of a Thousand Birds, etc.
They are all Sandman, and their strength is uneven. However, the number of people who crowded the central platform of the Batcave is very good. After all, sometimes there is strength in numbers.
Especially in terms of using external forces, the animal Sandman is much stronger than the human Sandman, so today the alien Sandman and the robot Sandman are not here.
Yes, aliens also have their own Sandman. The Thousand Cats Dream never dared to tell Deathstroke about this news, because he was afraid that the man would kill the alien.
"I am you, you are me, we are the Sandman, I am the Sandman, it is you, me and him." Daniel said a riddle like a tongue twister, and at the same time, he used his eyes to indicate that everyone should give him some of their strength, and now they must work together to do big things.
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"I feel a little uninspired at night, Gaga." Chidori Dream, which has a huge blue bird head and a human body, and looks like the god Thoth in ancient Egyptian mythology, complained, but then it still activated its ability.
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Next are Thousand Flowers Dream who looks like the trumpet sandworm in "Dune", Thousand Flowers Dream who looks like a green jellyfish, Thousand One Dreams who looks like a bamboo pole, etc. They can be said to be lined up.
team, launching their dreams one by one.
Luther on the side felt like he was watching a freak show in a circus. Each of these Sandman looked weirder than the last, and there was even a suspended red crack, which was the dream of the space cracks.
Now when I look at A Thousand Cats' Dream, the squinting tabby cat looks pretty.