It's getting foggy.
Under the vast moonlight, a soft veil floated on the fluorescent ground. Batman, riding on the black mist, hovered in the air, surrounded by deep darkness.
Bain looked up and saw the moonlight at that moment, passing through the majestic and unrolling vortex of dark ink-colored clouds and rain, casting the figure of that person...
Casting a huge shadow on the ground.
He had dreamed of such a beautiful scene countless times.
So breathtaking, stunning and beautiful.
"Damn it! It's Bane! The court! You told me that you were going to cooperate with me and rule this city together! I am your ally! When did you go behind my and Bane's back... Don't you know that Bane and I are competitors..."
Bane, who was originally immersed in Batman, looked at the other party with disgust.
"Shut up, Klein. Or I'll kill you.
The threat was so real that the Scarecrow immediately shut his mouth.
rustle…
Countless tiny noises were heard, like the sound of the hem of a piece of clothing rubbing against the wall.
The sound should have been so quiet that no one could hear it.
This sound should only be heard on a crowded street.
But at this moment, everyone at the scene heard this subtle sound.
Sha... Sha!
"Are you kidding me?" said the Penguin.
He took off his monocle, his voice trembling.
“Does this make sense?”
Deadshot tried hard to smile, but his stiff and twitching facial muscles prevented him from even performing this simple movement.
He muttered under his breath, "Damn it, Zoe is still waiting for me to come back."
"I think my butt hurts." Poison Ivy replied.
She rolled up a bunch of plants and protected herself tightly in it, then snapped her fingers. The wooden baseball bat in the hand of Harley Quinn, who was still looking around in the distance, immediately grew bigger and turned into a wooden snake. It tied her up like a dumpling while she screamed in confusion, then carried her to the side of Poison Ivy, where she was wrapped in three layers of plants.
Killer Croc hugged his head silently.
Sharp claws emerged from the surrounding rooftops.
They emerged like a tide, occupying all the roofs of the surrounding houses. They were tall and thin, and the only thing they had in common was that they were fully armed.
Then the next second, they jumped down from the building one by one.
Click. Click… Click!
The sound of flesh falling on the hard concrete floor was endless, as rhythmic as a symphony.
The Sharp Claws who jumped from tall buildings had broken spines, twisted limbs, and some even had their heads hit against their vests.
But they stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened. The twisted spines were straightened, and the twisted and broken limbs were glued together with the bandages.
Everyone watched helplessly as they stood up from the ground despite having sustained fatal injuries.
"Wait, let's calm down for a moment," Killer Croc said, "As the smartest person here, I seem to have thought of a very weird question, but I don't know whether I should say it."
The big green crocodile swallowed.
Deadshot added, "If Scarecrow has helped that damned organization called the Court of Owls solve the problem of Bane Venom and the Amber Finance, then that means..."
"That's right." The man with the white owl mask projected on Lincoln Machi's arm armor said, "All of them are now able to use Amber Gold and Titan Venom at the same time - perfect weapons!"
"Oh, by the way. Batman... you probably don't know who we are yet, do you? But you won't have to worry about that any longer.
Chen Tao had no expression on his face.
"To be honest, this was not originally the location of the final battle that we had planned. The series of events you created have greatly disrupted our plans and pace of action.
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later.
Bats are mortal, you know.”
Lincoln March raised his arm and flipped the direction of the 3D projection image, completely revealing the man in the white owl mask in front of Chen Tao.
His expression was complicated. He was angry that the court treated him as an outsider and was on guard against him at every turn, but he also deeply admired and feared the powerful power wielded by the court.
The mysterious organization that controls the entire city, powerful in politics, economy, humanities, physical destruction, and hiding...
How could it not be frightening
They have firmly controlled the entire city behind the scenes for more than two centuries. "The Roman" Falcone, the "Big Boss" Maroni, and those who once claimed to have conquered the city were nothing more than their henchmen and running dogs.
The Thomases had rebelled against them, so they created Crime Alley, and Batman had been running Gotham City for years, the greatest detective in the world, huh
But he still doesn't know about their existence. Maybe he has some guesses, but he has never got any evidence, right
He fights criminals every year, but in the eyes of the Court of Owls, he is just their guard dog, acting as a police dog to catch those lunatics on their behalf. How sad is that
Oh, and poor Bruce Wayne, Lincoln March knows that he tries every year to turn the city around by changing politics and economy, but every time he tries in vain before success.
Of course it happens, destruction is 100 times easier than construction, and more subtle. Bruce always finds himself failing for no apparent reason, right
Those plans that originally sounded good on paper, such as charitable measures, plans to drive regional economic development and reduce unemployment, always turn out to be a mess when they are actually implemented.
No matter how much money the Wayne Group allocates, it will never reach the hands of those who really need it, but will all flow into the pockets of Owl.
That's right, Lincoln thought sadly.
Owls are one species that are so good at invading other people's nests.
They occupied a giant nest called Gotham, and for 200 years, generation after generation, they continued to absorb the blood of this city.
The Court of Owls knows everything, and no one can ever defeat the Court of Owls.
"… And once we have your body, Batman, we will treat you with the respect you deserve. The court has ordered your bones to be preserved underground, on permanent display in the labyrinth. A monument to a brave adversary! Only three times in history has the court granted such an honor.
Do you have anything to say before you die, accepting this honor?"
"You are a crazy organization."
The other party tutted.
"It seems that you have no final speech. Then all we need to do is decide how you will die. To this end, we have invited a special guest who has just joined the court."
The man in the white owl mask clapped his hands.
Then Lincoln heard a chilling laugh.
"Haha, haha, hahaha..."
"Little Bat, we meet again!"