Martin Variety in American Comics

"It is normal for a woman to carry my three magical instruments with her, and the child she gives birth to will be affected. However, this kind of influence is meaningless to you and me."

Morpheus seemed to be accustomed to such things, and he didn't take it to heart.

Even if Dr. Destiny was born with superpowers and could use Morpheus's ruby, what's the problem?

Could he be more powerful than Morpheus who created the ruby?

"It seems that I worry too much!"

Martin gave Morpheus a thumbs up, and then began to contact Batman.

According to the intelligence within the alliance, Dr. Destiny is still imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, and no one is more familiar with that place than Batman.

"It's really interesting, I didn't pay attention to John Dee's (Dr. Destiny's real name) family situation before."

Batman was also surprised to receive Martin's call. He would investigate all the information of every criminal and every opponent to ensure that he could quickly defeat the opponent's weaknesses and win.

"I have investigated Dr. Destiny before. His parents are just ordinary workers. Although he showed some special abilities since he was a child, it did not bring him any benefits. Instead, it turned him into an isolated monster.

After he grew up, he also worked as a porter in the factory. Until a car accident happened, he was like a switch was pressed and started to kill crazily."

"It's really classic!"

Martin didn't know how rough the life of Dr. Destiny was, and he was too lazy to empathize with such a murderous demon.

"The biggest problem of these superpowers is not that they can't control their abilities skillfully, but that they don't know that no matter how strong their superpowers are, they must be transformed into social resources to improve their status."

After a small sharp comment on the superpowers, Martin returned to the topic: "The woman who stole Morpheus's magic weapon didn't seem to want her son to repeat her own life of hiding her identity. It's a pity that she has good intentions but no brains. Is it difficult to find a wealthy adoptive family for her son?"

"I agree with you. If the other party had said that at the beginning, maybe there would be one less serial killer in the world now."

Batman responded to Martin, and the sound of the engine roared in the microphone.

"I'm on my way to Arkham Asylum. I've notified the doctors there to keep Dr. Destiny awake. When can you get there?"

"Although I don't want to say this, you'd better not expect everything to go well with me here."

Martin reminded Batman half-jokingly.

Apart from his own problems, Nightmare who doesn't want to return to the dream world and the woman who exchanged the amulet from the devil will not wait for Morpheus to settle accounts with them.

"I will be careful, but you have to get here as soon as possible."

Batman didn't show off: "Dr. Destiny's ability to make people fall asleep and dream is already very tricky. If someone else adds fuel to the flames, things will be difficult to deal with."

Batman never worries about fighting head-on with the enemy, but the most terrifying thing about Gotham is never face-to-face fighting, but the unnoticeable stab in the back.

As the Dark Knight, he has seen too many such things and knows that once he is dragged into the dream world, he will not only fight against one or two perverted killers, but the malice of the entire music industry.

"We'll be there soon. This is not a consolation. Wait for us at the gate of Arkham Asylum."

Martin looked at Morpheus. The dream master blew out the dream sand again, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, and opened the passage to Arkham Asylum.

The two of them walked through the passage and felt the unique weather of Gotham. The air was extremely humid and smelled of chemicals. It was pungent at first, but it would feel sweet after smelling it for a long time.

Of course, this is often a precursor to olfactory failure. If you don't seek medical treatment in time, you will face various diseases and pains.

"This place really disgusts me. Even if I feel it with my heart, I can see countless nightmares."

As soon as his feet stepped on the solid ground, Morpheus couldn't wait to express his disgust for Gotham.

"I hate this place too. Fortunately, my house has been moved to the void, so I don't have to face those neighbors who pull out guns at any time."

Martin looked around. A hill where Arkham Asylum was built looked like a medieval castle. There were trees all around, but those trees had no leaves, only dry branches, like demons with fangs and claws.

Martin glanced at the trees wrapped in darkness and shook his head, saying, "The address of this hospital is not well chosen. It is so gloomy and terrifying. Even normal people will go crazy slowly after living there for a long time, not to mention those with abnormal brains."

"You can change this place." Morpheus walked up along the only road.

They made an appointment with Batman to meet at the entrance of Arkham Asylum.

Martin shook his head, "Gotham's problems are very complicated. In addition to social problems, there are many demons who are also coveting certain specific people in this city. Maybe you can help solve those guys?"

The demon he was referring to was of course Barbatos. This watchdog boasted how powerful he was, but in front of the Endless Family, he was really just a dog.

"Of course, I'll go visit that pet when things here are over."

Morpheus had no dealings with the World Forger family, but if they really came to blows, they were no match for the Endless Family.

"If you can help me kill that self-righteous dragon, I will owe you a big favor."

Martin doesn't care about fate. If a scum like Barbatos dies one day earlier, it will be a relief for so many metaverses.

"It's just a piece of cake, but if you are interested, I can let you solve this matter yourself."

"Forget it, don't play this kind of game of heroes fighting demons often. After a long time, I am worried that I will get bored with it."

Martin waved his hand and rejected Morpheus's proposal.

He didn't care about the process in this matter, but only the result. As long as Barbatos died, and died in a way that everyone could accept, that was enough.

"We are here."

Martin and the other two quickly passed through and came to the gate of Arkham. They saw a Batmobile parked there. The fully armed Batman stood next to the car, like a cold statue.

"Who is Batman? I don't need to introduce you more."

"Batman, this is Morpheus, the master of all dreams."

Martin briefly introduced each other to the two without saying too much.

Morpheus took the initiative to extend his hand to Batman: "I am not unfamiliar with Mr. Batman. He rarely dreams, but I have records of every dream."

"I am a little creepy to hear this. I have no control over dreams, but I hope Mr. Morpheus will not talk about these things in front of me."

Batman was surprised that Martin actually introduced a being more mysterious than the old gods to him.

He began to want to figure out everything, but after standing next to the Batmobile for a while, he changed his mind and decided to let these things go.

"Something happened in the asylum. Since I arrived at the foot of the mountain, the communication inside has been completely cut off. All doctors, nurses and guards did not respond, including the special sentry I set up."

Batman's voice became difficult to distinguish the emotions after the built-in processor of the helmet.

"What about the cameras? Zhoufeng Hospital has been transformed by you. Even if Dr. Destiny drags the entire lunatic asylum into the dream, the cold machinery will not be affected by him."

Martin is not afraid of Dr. Destiny. With him and Morpheus, destroying the entire lunatic asylum is just a matter of talking about fingers.

The key is the whereabouts of the last ruby. Martin doesn't know whether Dr. Tianmei carries this magic weapon with him, nor does he know where he hides it.

The dream is too vast. If he throws it casually, Martin and Morpheus can't spend hundreds of years to find a needle in a haystack.

"There is no valuable information in the camera. Everyone is asleep. From the expressions on their faces, you can know what kind of dream they are having."

Batman took out a tablet to show the two people the situation in the lunatic asylum. It is indeed as he said, everything is very quiet and there is no ripples.

Martin casually swiped the screen to look through the images of several cells, not to find Dr. Destiny's little, but to determine the extent of the other party's ability.

"The other party's ability to drag people into dreams is still average, and it can't affect people across the screen."

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After confirming the other party's strength, Martin looked at Morpheus and asked, "I know a lot about dreams. Will the dreams of so many people be mixed together, resulting in some unpredictable changes?"

"This is the misunderstanding of dreams in the world. As a symbol of illusion, once dreams are forcibly squeezed together, they will only get closer and closer to reality, thus losing their specialness."

Morpheus was very calm. The last magic weapon was in front of him, but he was not in a hurry to take it back. Instead, he began to explain the characteristics of dreams to Martin and Batman.

"The dreams in this building are very discrete, but there is a certain unified violence. If a mortal breaks into such an environment, it is easy to be pulled into the dream and gradually lose yourself."

"I know Mr. Batman is not a mortal. You have a superior will. Even if you are pulled into the dream, you will not lose yourself."

"But we don't need to entangle with Dr. Destiny in the dream."

Martin finished what Morpheus said for him, what he didn't say: "Morpheus, you come to bless Batman and ensure that he can stay awake under any circumstances."

"This is not difficult."

Morpheus used his right index and middle fingers to touch the sandbag, and drew a symbol on Batman's neck with his fingertips wiping yellow sand.

"As long as this symbol does not disappear, no one can force into the illusory dream."

Morpheus said this as the master of dreams, and the dream sand bloomed in different colors, then passed through the armor and fell directly on Batman's neck.

"We are not sure how many enemies there are in the asylum. In addition to the dream protection, I will also cast a protective spell on you."

Martin drew an ankh symbol mark on the chest of the bat armor, which can ensure that he is willing to die without destiny.

According to general mythology, people are born with a fixed lifespan, but this innate lifespan can also be changed. For example, if a person insists on committing suicide, no one can do anything about it.

Batman's life is destined to be full of suffering, and fate does not allow him to leave early.

So with Martin's blessing, Batman will not be in danger of death today anyway.

"You worry too much. With you here, will I still encounter any fatal danger?"

Batman is optimistic because he has confidence in Martin.

But Martin knows that there must be more than one Doctor Destiny in the asylum. Nightmare, who kills for fun, and Al, who is for his son, must have arrived.

"Open the door!"

Martin pointed to the door. Arkham Asylum was renovated several times by Wayne Group, so Batman naturally has the ultimate authority over the security system here.

Batman pressed a few buttons casually, and the door of the asylum opened. A cold air blew out, making the clothes and cloaks of the three people rustle.

"It's too childish to use this childish way of scaring people to intimidate us."

Martin smiled and took a deep breath until his stomach swelled up like a balloon, and then blew all the air out of his stomach.

Whoosh!

The cold black airflow was like the north wind in winter, instantly sweeping everything in the front yard of the asylum, freezing everything and making a crackling sound.

A few seconds later, Martin's breath was exhausted, and the entire Arkham Asylum was covered with ice and snow, as if it was made of ice and snow.

Batman glanced at Martin and asked, "You made such a big noise and froze the entire asylum. How can we get in?"

He did not object to Martin's counterattack, but the noise was too loud.

The key is that the asylum will be used in the future. If his magic causes some problems in the asylum, I don't know how to repair it.

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Martin waved his hand and said calmly, "I left a passage to the inside. These ice will not harm the structure of the asylum. They will only seal the things inside to prevent them from escaping."

"If you ask me, this is still polite."

Morpheus knows more about magic. He whispered, "If Martin uses the power of death, the trick just now can take away everyone in this building."

"I know that your magic is powerful, so don't show off in front of me, a mortal."

Batman is most familiar with the structure of Arkham Asylum. He took the lead and walked in front.

Martin and Morpheus walked side by side, always paying attention to everything around them.

Although the ice covered the entire asylum, exuding a deep chill, Batman's armor has a heat preservation system, and Martin and Morpheus are not ordinary people.

They passed through the main door that Martin deliberately preserved and entered the asylum, and saw people lying on the floor, sleeping soundly.

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