Bruce gives him a look. Don't you go maligning how spooky bats are.

"It showed me," he says pointedly, "a fantasy. A nebulous, undefined feeling of 'better'. Because it was a dream, and that's all."

The nightmares about Darkseid, and the way that 'world' changes, are very detailed. Annoyingly, as soon as he has that thought, another follows on its heels: well, you started having these after your brain's been fully formed for a lot of years.

Alright, alright. He draws a breath, tries to take it seriously, without wriggling away from himself.

"I dream about cases. Sifting through things I think about too much. Memories. One particular hallway in the manor I played in a lot, as a kid. I don't actually dream of my parents very much. If anything it's.. the mountains, training, the brutality there."