deltrittennovels Chapter 70 Owl
Chapter 70 Owl
Chapter 70 Owl
It's getting foggy.
Under the vast moonlight, soft veils floated on the shimmering ground, while Batman, riding on black mist, hovered and swayed in mid-air, surrounded by deep darkness.
Bain looked up and saw the moonlight, at that moment, pierce through the swirling, dark clouds, illuminating that person's figure...
It cast a huge shadow on the ground.
He had dreamt of such a beautiful scene countless times.
So captivating, breathtaking, and beautiful.
"Damn it! It's Bane! The court! You told me you were going to cooperate with me to rule this city! I was your ally! When did you betray me and Bane...? Didn't you know that Bane and I are rivals...?"
Bane, who was engrossed in Batman, gave the other person a disgusted look.
"Shut up, Klein. Or I'll kill you."
The threat felt so real that the scarecrow immediately shut its mouth.
rustle……
Countless subtle sounds arose. Like the sound of the hem of a garment brushing against the wall.
The sound should have been so quiet that it was inaudible.
This sound should have been heard on a crowded street.
But at that moment, everyone present heard this faint sound.
rustle!
"Are you kidding me?" the penguin said.
He took off his monocle, his voice trembling.
Is this reasonable?
Deathshooter tried to make a smiling face, but the stiff, twitching facial muscles prevented him from even making this simple gesture.
He muttered to himself, "Damn it, Zoe is still waiting for me to come back."
"I think my butt hurts," Poison Ivy replied.
She rolled up a clump of plants, protecting herself within it, and then snapped her fingers. The wooden baseball bat that Harley Quinn was holding, who was still looking around in the distance, instantly grew into a wooden snake. Amid Harley Quinn's bewildered screams, it forcibly bound her up like a dumpling and carried her to Poison Ivy's side, where she was wrapped up in layers of plants.
Killer Croc silently clutched his head.
Claws emerged from the surrounding rooftops.
They surged forth like a tide, taking over all the rooftops of the surrounding houses. They varied in height and build, but their only commonality was that they were fully armed.
Then, one by one, they jumped off the building.
Thud. Thud... Thud!
The sound of flesh falling onto the hard concrete floor was incessant, as rhythmic as a symphony being played.
The claws that jumped from the high-rise building suffered broken spines, twisted limbs, and some even had their heads hit their vests.
But they stood up as if nothing had happened. Their twisted spines straightened, and their broken limbs held bandages together in an instant.
Everyone just watched helplessly as those who should have been fatally injured stood up from the ground.
"Wait, let's calm down," Killer Croc said. "As the smartest person here, I seem to have thought of a really weird question, but I don't know if I should say it."
The large green crocodile swallowed hard.
Deadshot continued, "If Scarecrow has already resolved the issue of Bane Venom and what they call Amber Finance for that damned organization called the Court of Owls, then it also means..."
“That’s right,” said the white owl-masked man projected onto the Lincoln March gauntlet. “They can all now use Amber Gold and Titan Venom simultaneously—the perfect weapon!”
"Oh, right. Batman... you probably don't know who we are yet, right? But you won't have that problem for long."
Chen Tao remained expressionless.
"To be honest, this wasn't originally our planned final battleground. The series of events you've created have greatly disrupted our plans and our operational rhythm."
But it doesn't matter, it's the same whether it's sooner or later.
You know, bats eventually die.
Lincoln March raised his arm and flipped the 3D projection image, completely revealing the white owl masked man to Chen Tao.
His expression was complex; he resented that the court treated him like an outsider and was always on guard against him, yet he also deeply admired and feared the powerful force wielded by the court.
That kind of mysterious organization that controls the entire city, possessing comprehensive power in politics, economics, culture, physical extermination, and stealth...
How could it not be frightening?
For two centuries, they firmly controlled the entire city from behind the scenes. Falcone the "Roman" and Maroni the "boss," those who once claimed to have conquered the city, were nothing more than their lackeys and henchmen.
The Thomas couple rebelled against them, so they created Crime Alley. Batman has been fighting for justice in Gotham City for so many years, the world's greatest detective, haha.
But he still doesn't know about their existence. Perhaps he has guessed, but he's never had any evidence, right?
He fights crime every year, but in the eyes of the Owl Court, he is nothing more than their watchdog, acting as a police dog to restrain those lunatics in their place. How pathetic.
Oh, and poor Bruce Wayne, Lincoln March knows, who every year tries to turn the city around by changing politics and the economy, but each time he fails before he can succeed.
That's bound to happen. Destruction is always a hundred times easier and more subtle than construction. Bruce always finds himself failing inexplicably, doesn't he?
Those plans that sound great on paper—charitable initiatives that promise to boost regional economic development and reduce unemployment—always end up as a complete mess once they're actually implemented.
No matter how much money Wayne Enterprises allocates, it will never reach the people who truly need it; instead, it will all flow into the pockets of the owls.
That's right. Lincoln thought sadly.
Owls are creatures that are so adept at taking over other people's nests.
They have invaded the great nest called Gotham, and for 200 years, generation after generation, they have continuously absorbed the lifeblood of the city.
The Court of Owls knows everything, and no one can win against the Court of Owls.
"...And having obtained your body, Batman, we will give you the respect you deserve. The court has decided to preserve your bones underground, permanently displayed in the maze. A monument to a valiant adversary! In all of history, the court has only bestowed such an honor three times."
Having received such an honor, do you have anything to say before you die?
"You guys are a crazy organization."
The other person clicked their tongue.
"It seems you won't be giving a final speech. So now all that's left is to decide your method of execution. For that, we've invited a special guest who has just joined the court."
The person in the white owl mask clapped his hands.
Then Lincoln heard a chilling laugh.
"Haha, haha, hahaha..."
"Little bat, we meet again!"
(End of this chapter)