Under the vast moonlight, soft gauze floated on the fluorescent ground, and Batman, riding the black mist, hovered in mid-air, surrounded by deep darkness.
Bain just looked up and saw the moonlight passing through the majestic whirlpool of dark ink clouds and rain at that moment, turning the figure of that person...
Casting a huge shadow on the ground.
He had dreamed of such a beautiful scene countless times.
So breathtaking, shocking, and wonderful.
"Damn it! It's Bain! The court! You originally told me that you planned to cooperate with me and rule this city together! I am your ally! When did you go behind Bain and me...don't you know that I and
Bain is a competitor..."
Bane, who was originally immersed in Batman, glanced at the other party with disgust.
"Shut up, Klein. Otherwise I'll kill you.
This threat was so real that the Scarecrow immediately shut his mouth.
Shasha...
Countless tiny sounds rang out, like the sound of clothes hems scraping against the wall.
This sound should have been so quiet that no one could hear it.
This sound should have been heard on the crowded streets.
But at this moment, everyone present heard this subtle sound.
Sand... sand!
"Are you kidding?" Penguin said.
He took off his monocle, his voice trembling.
"Is this reasonable?"
Deadshot tried hard to make a smiling expression, but his stiff and beating facial muscles prevented him from even making this simple movement.
He murmured to himself in a low voice: "Hell, Zoe is still waiting for me to go back."
"I feel pain in my butt." Poison Ivy replied.
She rolled up a clump of plants to protect herself firmly in it, and then snapped her fingers. The wooden baseball bat held by Harley Quinn, who was still looking around in the distance, immediately grew up and turned into a
A wooden snake forcibly tied her into a rice dumpling while the other party screamed in confusion, then carried her to Poison Ivy's side and was wrapped in three layers of plants.
Killer Croc silently hugged his head.
Sharp claws emerged from the surrounding roofs.
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 stairs one by one.
Bata. Bata...bata!
The sound of flesh falling on the hard cement floor is endless, as rhythmic as playing a symphony.
The Talons who jumped from tall buildings suffered broken spines, twisted limbs, and even their heads hit their vests.
But they stood up from the ground as if nothing happened. The twisted spines were straightened, and the twisted and broken limbs were glued together with band-aids.
Everyone just watched helplessly as they who should have been fatally injured stood up from the ground.
"Wait, let's calm down first," Killer Crocodile said: "As the person with the highest IQ among all the people here, I seem to have thought of a very damn question, but I don't know whether I should say it."
The big green crocodile swallowed.
Deadshot said: "If Scarecrow has solved the problem of the integration of Bane's venom and the amber they call for that damn organization called the Court of Owls, then that means..."
"That's right." said the man in the white owl mask projected on Lincoln March's gauntlet: "All of them have been able to use amber gold and Titan venom at the same time - the perfect weapon!"
"Oh, by the way. Batman... you probably don't know who we are yet, right? But you won't have such troubles soon.
Chen Tao has no expression on his face.
"Actually, to be honest, this was not the final battle location we originally expected. The series of things you did have greatly disrupted our plans and rhythm.
But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if it’s earlier or later——
You know, bats are mortal."
Lincoln March raised his arm, flipped the direction of the 3D projection image, and completely revealed the white owl masked man in front of Chen Tao.
He has a complex expression. He resents the court for treating him as an outsider and is wary of him at all times, but he also deeply admires and fears the powerful power that the court has.
That kind of mysterious organization that controls the entire city in terms of politics, economy, humanities, physical destruction ability, and hidden ability...
How could it not be scary?
They have firmly controlled the entire city behind the scenes for two centuries. The "Roman" Falcone, the "Big Boss" Maloney, and those who once claimed to have conquered the city are nothing more than
Their hawks and lackeys.
The Thomases once resisted them, so they created Crime Alley. Batman has been doing justice in Gotham City for so many years, the greatest detective in the world, ha?
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 restrain those crazy people on their behalf. How sad?
Oh, and poor Bruce Wayne, Lincoln March knows that he is trying every year to reverse the city by changing politics and changing the economy, but every time he succeeds, he is in vain.
Of course it happens, destruction is 100 times easier and more subtle than construction. Bruce will always find himself failing inexplicably, right?
Those plans, charitable measures, plans to promote regional economic development and reduce unemployment that are good on paper will always be useless once they are actually implemented.
No matter how much money the Wayne Group allocates, it will never reach the people who really need it. Instead, it will all go into the pockets of Owl.
That's right. Lincoln thought sadly.
Owls are one kind of creature that is so good at occupying other people's nests.
They occupied the 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 win the Court of Owls.
"...After getting your body, Batman, we will give you the respect you deserve. The court decided to keep your bones underground and in the maze for permanent display. A monument to the brave opponent! In the history of history
, such an honor has only been given three times by the court.
Accepting such an honor, do you have anything to say before you die?"
"You are just a lunatic organization."
The other party clicked his tongue.
"It seems that you have no last words. Then the next step is to decide how you will die. To this end, we also invited a special guest who has just joined the court."
The man in the white owl mask clapped his hands.
Then Lincoln heard a burst of heart-chilling laughter.