Martin Variety in American Comics

If Morpheus doesn't show up, Martin doesn't want to interfere with his action to take back the ruby.

All the guys in the lunatic asylum were frozen by the death breath, and there was no other threat.

Martin pulled Batman to talk about the news about magic on the spot.

"Too many people are always used to looking at magic with the so-called 'scientific thinking', but the 'science' in those people's minds is not a rigid system, forcing each magic into the modern industrial system and forcibly explaining it."

"In my personal opinion, the progress of magic should be attributed to a certain philosophy. General magic is a certain ideology, which is reflected in reality."

"Ideology?"

Batman was stunned for a moment. His philosophical level is not low, but he is very poor at using these philosophical theories to guide his specific actions.

Even so, Batman thought of those magics. This feeling Martin said made sense, and it seemed that they could correspond vaguely.

"Is this the so-called transcendent power?"

Batman has no intention of understanding magic in depth now. Constantine's miserable appearance left a deep impression on him.

He had experienced too many tragedies in his life. When he met Martin, his life finally took a turn. His two adopted sons and his biological son returned to him.

He really didn't want to accept any magic to make himself a monster.

So, he just listened to Martin's magic theory for fun, and basically just ignored it to kill time.

Seeing that he was not interested, Martin turned to talk about various interesting magic, which made Batman prick up his ears.

The two sang in unison, and more than ten minutes passed.

Morpheus walked out of the shadows, holding a sandbag in one hand, wearing a gem on his neck and a helmet on his head.

This was not a controversial ending, and Dr. Destiny was not qualified to compete with Morpheus.

"How did you deal with that guy in the end?"

Martin looked at the fully armed Morpheus and asked about the final result.

"That man used the power of dreams to harm too many lives, and I beat him directly into an eternal nightmare."

Morpheus took back his three magic weapons, and his voice became ethereal and empty.

Martin frowned: "Can't you just kill him? That Dr. Destiny is not an innocent person, why do you have to do this? What if that guy gets lucky and runs out again?"

"He's in there, please do whatever you want to do with him."

Morpheus turned aside and made a gesture of invitation.

"Okay!"

Martin spread his hands. He would not have any sympathy for Dr. Destiny. Such people should be killed.

It is the best result for Destiny, not for himself, or for the whole Gotham or the world.

"Wait."

Batman stopped Martin: "Although I don't mind you killing people, don't be so casual!"

"Not casual at all. Just based on the blood on Dr. Destiny's hands, any punishment for him is not excessive."

Martin looked at Batman very seriously.

"The Gotham court ruled that he was a mental patient and sentenced him to life imprisonment. Isn't that enough? Moreover, he has been trapped in the eternal nightmare of the continent. What's the difference between this and death?"

Batman really didn't understand why Martin could be so resolute, which was completely opposite to his attitude towards the Justice League.

"The difference is that it may still come back to life, and I will never allow such a thing to happen."

The so-called eradication of evil, if that Doctor Destiny had a little mercy, Martin would have let him go for Batman's sake.

But looking at this man's short life, he did nothing in the first half of his life. After awakening his ability, he began to do whatever he wanted in his dreams. At first, he forced women to have sex with him, and later it developed into taking people's lives.

He has committed so many crimes that there is really no value in being saved.

Only because Gotham, this rotten place, is matched with the weird system of the marine law system, he was given the title of mental illness and locked up in a mental hospital.

Otherwise, he would have been executed long ago.

Batman was helpless, but he didn't want to give way. In his opinion, Dr. Destiny has been judged, and this is the key.

Martin cannot do whatever he wants by his own strength and break the bottom line of this system at will.

"It's useless for you to stop me like this. I want him to die now, just move my fingers."

Martin moved his fingers, and a sickle mark appeared on his fingertips.

This day is not over yet, Martin's blessing of death is still there, and for people like Dr. Destiny, his authority to guide death is extremely useful.

In this regard, death is not equal and magnanimous, she still cares about the general morality of human beings.

"Whatever you want, I can't stop you anyway!"

Batman saw that Martin was very firm and was not joking, so he finally gave in.

He didn't care about the life and death of Dr. Destiny, he just wanted to maintain the basic stability of the Gotham system.

But he also knew that it would be difficult for him to convince Martin to discuss such theoretical things.

What's more, there are too many unreasonable phenomena in Gotham, which is not unchangeable.

Bruce had long been annoyed with the abstract judges in the Gotham court, but it was difficult to take action.

"Don't think I'm nitpicking."

Martin flicked his finger, and the black sickle mark crossed the space and landed on Dr. Destiny.

Dr. Destiny, who was trapped in the eternal nightmare, was not being tortured by pain as Morpheus expected. Instead, he was enjoying the nightmares that overlapped one after another, trying to control these illusory worlds with his own power.

"What a stupid god, he didn't even know my character and just exiled me casually."

Dr. Destiny did feel pain when he was wrapped in these nightmares, but this pain also brought him a certain pleasure, allowing him to transform this pleasure into the power to control dreams.

"No matter how much time it takes and how much pain I endure, one day I will leave this place, and then the whole world will pay the price for my experience."

Dr. Destiny roared in the nightmare, he endured the pain and torture, and his strength grew little by little.

At this moment, a black sickle suddenly flew out and gently scratched his neck.

Then Dr. Destiny's slightly shriveled head left his body and fell to the ground.

Now he no longer has to bear the pain, and all his ambitions have become a passing cloud.

The eyes of the fallen head were still wide open, but no matter how much reluctance was contained in it, it could not change the final outcome of death.

"He's coming!"

Martin did not look at Dr. Destiny's body, but knew that his breathing and heartbeat had stopped just by sensing.

The next moment, a spirit with black mist all over his body floated over, he was ferocious and grinning.

Martin had no reaction because he didn't know him at all.

But when Dr. Destiny saw Batman who sent him to Arkham Asylum and Morpheus who had just taken the ruby ​​from him, he became excited instantly and began to swell and mutate.

"Forget it, you didn't do anything good when you were alive, can't you be at peace when you die?"

Martin waved his hand and slapped Dr. Destiny in the face.

The soul that was about to explode was hit by this and exploded instantly, and the last trace in this world disappeared without a trace.

Batman and Morpheus, who were on high alert, were startled and looked at Martin in surprise, frightened by his actions.

Morpheus frowned and said, "I thought you would give him hospice care like death, and guide him to his emotions?"

"Some people don't deserve this, and Dr. Destiny is like that."

Martin began to clean up the mess and prepare to return Arkham Asylum to its original state.

This building that he had frozen would not return to its original state tomorrow.

"That bastard knows that he is dead, and he hasn't changed at all, so I don't bother to care about him."

Martin's resolute attitude made Batman and Morpheus not know what to say.

Morpheus had just learned from him how to treat human society gently, but now he himself has become tough.

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"Humans, what a race that is hard to figure out!"

The dream master shook his head gently, thinking so in his heart.

He just buried this idea deep in his heart and didn't say it out.

As for the escaped nightmare, what was the final result, Morpheus also had a sense.

He didn't have anything to say about this. In fact, if Martin didn't kill Nightmare, he would also erase this life devoured by desire.

"Okay, the mission is accomplished!"

After Martin solved the mess of Arkham Asylum, he said to Morpheus: "I promised Death that I would help you solve this problem. Now the mission is completed, and we should say goodbye."

Today is one of the earliest days for Martin to solve the problem.

The sun has just set, and it is still early for the real end of the day.

"Don't you want to see how I rebuild the Dream Kingdom?"

Morpheus was a little surprised. Martin accompanied him for a day.

He thought Martin would watch the Dream Kingdom grow up little by little?

"Forget it, even if you find that trick, it will not take one or two days to restore the Dream Kingdom to its past prosperity."

Martin knew better than Morpheus that the Dream Kingdom needed to restore not only the dilapidated buildings, but also the lost lives.

If Morpheus wanted to create it from scratch, it would take a lot of time and energy.

If he wanted to bring back the lives that left one by one, it would only take more time and energy.

Although Martin was curious about what the Dreamland looked like when it was most prosperous, he didn't want to work for Morpheus.

"So you go and do your work. When the Dreamland is restored to its original state, just call me."

Morpheus felt a little regretful, but he didn't force Martin. He grabbed the sandbag in his hand and shook it off, then separated the second one and handed it to Martin.

"This sandbag belongs to you now, just as a reward for your hard work for me."

Martin didn't refuse hypocritically, and stuffed the sandbag directly into his pocket. He still liked the prop of Dream Sand.

"Goodbye, both of you. I will send someone to deal with all the consequences caused by this incident."

Morpheus waved goodbye, and the swirling yellow sand rose under his feet, and his figure gradually disappeared.

When the yellow sand fell to the ground, the dream master left the real world.

"I just hope that there will be fewer such things in the future."

Batman looked at the circle of sand on the ground and said what he really thought.

"I really wish I could tell you that this kind of thing won't happen often in the future, but unfortunately that's impossible."

Martin put his hand on his shoulder, sighed, and pulled him out of the asylum.

After he withdrew his death breath, the residents in the asylum woke up one by one, watching Batman crying or laughing, shouting or cursing, just like a madman.

Oh, no! This guy is a madman.

In short, even Batman couldn't stand this hell-like environment and quickened his pace to leave.

"What do you mean by saying that things like this will happen often in the future?"

Although Martin often reminded the Justice League that the future is destined to be a turbulent era, so far, the dangers encountered by the League are still within the controllable range.

With Martin's help, everything is moving in a good direction.

Although there are many people and forces who don't want this league to exist, the confrontation between the two sides is still in a state of equilibrium.

"Trouble always attracts trouble. The appearance of Kryptonians, the revival of ancient magic, and the presence of beings like the Dream Master on Earth will attract more people's curiosity about the Earth here."

Martin is not afraid of spoilers. If something is said, it will not change anything.

"Among the many people who are peeping at the Earth, there are friends and enemies. Friendly people will interfere with the development of the Earth, but those enemies will do everything they can to squeeze out the good things on Earth."

"For example?"

Batman knows that there are many secrets hidden on Earth, but he really doesn't understand what there is on Earth that even interstellar civilizations want to snatch.

"For example, the Mother Box, for example, the Anti-Life Equation, there are many secrets hidden on Earth. Even if we don't talk about these, a planet that allows nature to breed life is also a rare colony."

Martin no longer wants to emphasize the special features of the Earth.

But Batman's heart can't help pounding when he hears Martin talk about the possible dangers in the starry sky again.

"Our current strength is not enough to resist the invasion of an interstellar civilization, even if Superman and his men are included."

"I just want to emphasize this fact to you. I hope you will not always be bound by some instrumental rules. It is not that tomorrow morning, an alien fleet will appear over the earth."

Martin thinks Batman is good in every way, but he becomes stubborn and stubborn when he returns to Gotham, always holding on to some insignificant legal provisions.

The problem is that Batman never cares about these things on the international stage. He seems to be at ease in manipulating various rules, successfully opening up production space for the Justice League, and even building a certain order.

When he returns to Gotham, that ease disappears, as if Batman has never had such ability.

"Sometimes I really hope that you can become an omnipotent God when you wake up, and solve all these troubles with a snap of your fingers."

Batman knows what Martin means, but he always feels constrained when facing his hometown, and he doesn't know what to do.

Martin once suggested that he let go slowly and let others handle the affairs of Gotham.

But Batman couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so he handed over the affairs of Gotham, which made him feel like he had worked for nothing for the past ten years.

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