Chapter 91: Ge Tan at Night

For everyone, this night is unusually long.

In the Batcave, Tim is messaging Red Hood: "There's something I think you need to know..."

At Wayne Manor, Damian held the Kent family's contact information that Connor had given him before, but he didn't call it. He looked at it again and again for a while, then put the phone in his pocket, opened the window and jumped out.

As for Nightwing, he followed behind the court's minions with a very subtle mood.

Half an hour ago, he was still worrying about how to find Bruce as soon as possible in the huge city of Brother Tan.

Half an hour later the court asked him, "Would you like to join us?"

Of course, on the surface, it was a request for his opinion, but in reality it was a threat. In addition to the cooperative relationship between Dick's ancestors and the Owl Court, and Nightwing's true identity, the court's bargaining chip also had to do with the life of what they thought was... uh, Dick's adoptive father.

"Not until you let me see Bruce Wayne first."

"Unless you swear to become one of us, there will be no room for bargaining."

All right.

Dick thought that the court was not completely without intelligence, but their arrogance made them unable to pay attention to the details under their feet.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

A man with blood all over his head and face, dying, was thrown in front of Dick.

"Help me." The victim reached for his ankle with small wounds, "Please... please..."

"Kill him," said Claw.

“…”

"Don't worry about it." Lizhao stepped on the man's lower back and said coldly, "This guy is called Valentine, and he is the boss of Rodney Brothers Shipyard. Every year, the money he gets from smuggling and smuggling is enough to build three-digit orphanages and public schools. Not only is he unwilling to use it to build Gotham, he even wants to get a share of the big order of medical equipment transportation from Germany. You took 80% of the funds on the books and bet without telling your wife, so that your employees can only survive on relief funds, right, Valentine?"

He pushed harder with his feet, and the man let out a wail of pain.

"Kill him, Nightwing, and you'll be helping more people."

Dick almost laughed at his pomposity.

Valentine might not be a good person, but would the court enforce justice? Forget it. The scene before him was more like a case of malfeasance caused by uneven distribution of spoils.

"I never kill anyone."

“This is a token of my loyalty.”

They were in a stalemate for a while, and Nightwing seemed to have compromised. Claw handed him the dagger, but he refused it: "I have a better one."

He pulled out a batarang.

Claw: "Hmm?"

He seemed more interested. "Batman gave it to you?"

"He is always generous to his..." Nightwing pondered over the words and said ambiguously, "He is always generous to his followers."

"Batman doesn't kill people, and you're trying to take lives with the weapon he gave you."

"That's right." Nightwing half-knelt down and put the sharp end of the bat dart against Valentine's throat. The man was so scared that he made a hoarse sound from his throat. He looked up at Dick with fear and pleading in his eyes. The murderer remained unmoved and whispered as if to convince himself, "As you said, I am saving more people...saving Bruce."

"Without a doubt!" Claw said approvingly, trembling with excitement at the bloody scene that was about to come and the betrayal hidden behind it. He began to feel that the court had made an extremely correct decision, whether it was trying to recruit Nightwing or taking Bruce Wayne away. "You are born to be ours! Do you want to say something to Valentine? Let him know why he died."

As he grew older, the young man's facial features gradually lost their immaturity and showed a sharp side. He bent down, raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a complex smile, and said to the "prey" in his control in a voice that was neither too high nor too low: "The court greets you--"

The red liquid surged up like a fountain. Nightwing dodged in time, but a few drops still slid down slowly, staining his pale cheeks with a bright color.

He loosened his grip.

The heavy body fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust under the clear moonlight in the attic.

Dick put away the bloody batarang to hide his trembling fingertips - people always noticed his superhero side and forgot that he had spent his entire childhood in the circus. The years spent with animals, relatives, friends and talented people became his precious wealth, and he still returns the love that never fades.

He knew how to make the wounds look horrific without being fatal.

Nightwing's uniform is insulated and has a one-time discharge function, originally intended for self-protection in times of crisis.

The electric shock can cause cardiorespiratory arrest, also known as suspended animation. The drugs carried on the bat dart can enhance Valentine's cardiac activity until Tim arrives to rescue him.

In any case, the action just now was too risky. Dick knew that if he didn't take action, the Claw would not allow Valentine to walk out of the attic alive. Now this guy at least has a chance to go to court to face trial.

"Is it OK?"

The next question seemed cold and hard.

But Talon didn't care.

He walked over, without even glancing at the 'corpse' whose chest had lost its rhythm, and said cheerfully, "Of course, you made a wise choice. Welcome back, now let's go back to the court headquarters, where you can witness the glory of our past generations, as well as your dear adoptive father... Pray to God that his mentality is strong enough, Nightwing."

He smiled at the young man, though the smile was hidden by the shadows and the mask.

Thinking of what this gifted child did, he felt that the baser side of his soul resonated. What's even more tragic is that these heroes all thought they were doing the right thing.

Bruce Wayne fights for Gotham, a city that is not his. Batman, rooted in Gotham's darkness, tries in vain to save the day.

What about Nightwing? In order for one of his elders to survive, he had to abandon and betray another.

Batman should really see this scene... Boss Claw was as excited as a well-fed hyena, and couldn't wait to take his subordinates and Nightwing to the headquarters under the cover of night.

**

Moses had no idea that his eldest son, listed in his household registration, had already efficiently gone undercover in the Owl Court.

The court thought he was an outsider, but in fact, Bruce Wayne knew Gotham very well. In other parallel universes, the Wayne family built this city for generations, so their traces are everywhere. Gargoyles with different expressions guard the night with their fangs, emblems from the last century are carved on the manhole covers, and flower prints are engraved on the ancient walls... However, in the universe where Moses is, Gotham is the only one that has nothing to do with Wayne.

Other cities welcome overseas Chinese, with the exception of Gotham.

Only he himself knew that the ancient, renovated castle of Wayne Manor held the most inseparable ghost of the city. He understood it, even if the familiar builders behind those familiar buildings were missing, and the history passed down by word of mouth lacked familiar names, but as long as he stood here and stepped on this land, he realized what Gotham was like and where it was.

The court was wrong.

It attempts to intimidate its opponents with an urban legend.

However, the courts exploit fear, and so does Batman.

This is a confrontation - due to the maze's mechanisms and home field advantage, the Owl Court can have the upper hand at the beginning, but they can't always win. One side falls behind the other, and the hunter and the prey may switch at any time.

When Moses saw the man in the white mask hiding in the shadows and staring at him for the third time, he did not take the initiative to chase after him like he did the previous two times.

In the darkness behind him, there would occasionally be rustling sounds in the corner, as if there were creatures moving. Was it a rat? A cockroach? Or a killer holding a blade? No one knew.

Then the fifth time.

By comparing their body sizes, Moses knew that the people under the white masks had changed one after another, as if the court members had nothing to do and their only pleasure was to come and watch him. Whether it was out of pure interest or for intimidation, these people used their elusive actions to show their superiority.

He and the court members stared at each other across a hall.

When the prey is not fooled, the party playing tricks will inevitably feel embarrassed.

It's like the NPC in a haunted house using all his skills, but the player just watches you perform.

As their relative silence grew longer, Moses knew that his opponent would eventually lose his patience.

Sure enough, the situation changed on the sixth time. The source of the sound in the dark was a Sharp Claw who followed closely behind. He did not know where he received the instructions, and finally began to change from empty threats to open threats.

But when the claws approached with the knife raised, a scream suddenly rang out from the white mask: "He's coming! He's coming! It's Batman!"

——The shadow of a bat suddenly appeared behind the owl, and the prey bared its fangs at the hunter.

The claws retreated suddenly, and the white masks scattered like birds and beasts, retreating in panic. This time, Moses had enough time to walk to the place where the white mask had stood before, and looked at the marks left on the floor due to excessive haste: "People are always afraid of the unknown."

Such is the darkness of mankind.

The same is true of Batman in court.

I think the Owl Court is so obsessed with meeting the vigilante Gotan because they must be concerned about his true identity: Why is there an opponent in this city that we don't know about? How did he hide from the court and win again and again?

The more you doubt, the more you are deceived; the more you think over and over, the more jealous you become.

It took them more than a year to decide to start with Bruce Wayne.

This is enough to explain the problem.

So it only took Moses five rounds and some tricks with light and shadow to convince his opponent that he had something to rely on.

But the courts are not fools and they will immediately realise that something is wrong.

The seventh round will be a change.

About another hour passed.

Moses guessed that it was already the next morning.

There was finally some movement in the court.

He was originally wandering in a maze. This building had no real exit. No matter which way he went, he would return to the starting point. As he was circling, the court converted one of the rooms where photos were displayed into an underground gladiatorial arena. The audience seats were all around the walls. The crowd was silent and the light was dim, like a tomb. The lights on the stage were focused on the only player standing against the fence.

The particularly familiar figure of Moses stood at the other end of the arena, with his head lowered, playing with the long stick in his hand.

When Moses walked in, he heard him ask in a reckless tone: "How long do I have to wait? Where is my opponent?"

A white mask in the audience laughed: "He will be here soon, you will see."

Moses:"……"

etc.

Nightwing?!

He calmed down for a moment and thought: Maybe I am hallucinating.