Dream a little dream of me

[boy_of_steel]

Sleep.

He knows his eyes are open. He doesn't know how he knows--

Help.

--but he knows. Everything is blurry. Watery. The world swims and turns before him, the faces ripple and swirl. He can see a powerfully built man in blue and gold looking in on him, a helmet covering half of his face--

Guardian. That's the Guardian.

--and there's a

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[_robin_]

Robin's not asleep yet, but he in the Batcave writing up his report for the night.

Hey, Kon! What's up?

[boy_of_steel]

"I think I'm losing my mind. That's what's up," Kon said, laughing. He ran his hand down his face, shaking it, smothering another crazed giggle with his palm.

"I can't sleep, and when I do, I have these horrible dreams."

[_robin_]

Robin's tone's no longer light, but instead filled with concern.

What kind of dreams, bro? What happens in them?

[boy_of_steel]

"Nightmares. Stuff that's way beyond me. Scientific stuff, and memories that I know I didn't live through..."

Knowing how crazy this would sound to anyone else, knowing how crazy it sounds when said aloud, Kon swallows hard before proceeding.

"It's Luthor, Tim."