Most of the members of the Owl Council are from prominent families, politicians, international tycoons, and descendants of Jewish tribes.
And most of the members of the Court of Owls are locals of Gotham; they have a natural advantage in this land," Qinuo explained.
"Uncle, what exactly is their purpose? Why are they targeting the Wayne Family? What good does Gotham becoming chaotic do for them?" Tim asked, his brows furrowed.
"I don't know, but according to the plan left behind that year, when the time was right, both Wayne Families would simultaneously launch an extermination operation against the Court of Owls and the Owl Council.
However, problems arose on Bruce's side; first, his parents were harmed by the Court of Owls, they didn't tell him the Wayne Family's secrets, and we lost contact with him.
Now he has suddenly disappeared, so I could only come to Gotham to draw out the Court of Owls, but the plan was disrupted, and I have already been exposed to the Owl Council's eyes," Qinuo shook his head helplessly.
"Uncle, it's all my fault; I didn't understand the situation beforehand and acted rashly," Dick said, his face full of remorse, his head slightly bowed.
"Don't worry! Although we failed this time, we still have a chance, but this requires your help."
"Me?" Dick pointed to himself, his face full of disbelief.
"That's right, since Bruce isn't here, you will take on his mission."
"Uncle, tell me, what should I do?" Dick looked up, his gaze firm, a sense of mission spontaneously arising in his heart, wondering if this meant he would become Batman's successor.
"According to my investigation, the Court of Owls' headquarters is located in Gotham's sewers.
In the Court of Owls' eyes, I, this guy who suddenly appeared, am already dead and cannot appear again.
And my subordinates need to leave Gotham to monitor the Owl Council; they might notice something is wrong with my Death.
So, from now on, you can only rely on yourselves; this is very difficult," Qinuo said with a serious expression, his gaze fixed on Dick and the others.
Dick took a deep breath and said firmly, "Uncle, no matter how difficult it is, we will do our best."
Tim also echoed, "That's right, we won't let the Wayne Family's mission fail."
Although Jason was still a bit dizzy, he forced himself to say, "Hmph, it's just a Court of Owls, what's there to be afraid of!"
Oliver looked at the few of them.
"Count me in; let's solve this trouble together."
"I will also give you some help."
Qinuo clapped his hands, and Pamela opened the already prepared box, which contained four vials of Enhancement Potion 1.0 and four vials of Healing Potion.
"These are Enhancement Potion and Healing Potion; the former can boost your physical attributes by about two to three times, and the latter can save you as long as it's not a fatal injury like a headshot or being shattered.
Don't worry, there are no side effects," Qinuo introduced.
Dick hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle, I don't want to use the Enhancement Potion."
"Uncle, neither do I," Tim immediately stated.
"I don't need it to deal with those Court of Owls."
Jason was put down.
Oliver understood when he saw that none of them had made a move.
Influenced by Bruce, the Robins believed that using Enhancement Potion would create dependence.
At the same time, it represented the idea that humans can overcome evil through their own efforts and wisdom, and using Enhancement Potion would violate this principle.
"I need to tell you in advance that the Court of Owls' assassins, Talon, also injected a type of Enhancement Potion; although it has flaws, its effect is also very strong, their physical attributes far exceed Superman, they don't feel pain, and as long as it's not a fatal injury, they can recover quickly.
It can be said that even Bruce would have a ninety percent chance of Death facing them, and I estimate there are about forty Talons in the Court of Owls," Qinuo's expression was very serious.
Dick and the others' faces were heavy; just imagining confronting such enemies, they felt they might die in one encounter.
Not to mention defeating the Court of Owls, this was almost an impossible mission.
"Then aren't they invincible?" Oliver asked with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"They also have weaknesses: low temperature, headshots, severing limbs—these all work. Take these potions with you.
Consider them a gift from me, your Uncle; you shouldn't have been dragged into this in the first place," Qinuo sighed, his eyes full of helplessness and guilt.
"Who are you looking down on?" Jason grabbed a red potion and injected it into his body.
"Jason, wait…" Tim tried to stop him, but it was too late.
"Hmph…" Jason let out a muffled grunt, his skin instantly turning crimson, veins clearly visible, as if about to burst.
After a while.
"Whew! I feel great." Jason panted, clenching his fists, his joints making "cracking" sounds. He felt full of power, as if he could smash anything.
Tim quickly used the Batcave's equipment to carefully examine Jason's body.
Various data flashed rapidly on the screen; after some operations, his expression relaxed slightly, finding no problems. This potion was very mature and stable, with an enhancement of about two times.
Dick and Oliver exchanged glances, seeing determination in each other's eyes, and followed suit, injecting themselves.
Instantly, a powerful sensation surged through their bodies, making their hearts race, and they were suddenly filled with confidence for the Court of Owls mission.
After adapting to their enhanced strength for a while, Dick and the others also packed their gear, ready to depart.
"Uncle, we're ready to go."
"Aren't you going to adapt to the sudden increase in strength a bit more?" Qinuo frowned, asking worriedly.
"We're good, and we also have a friend in the Court of Owls' hands; every second could be dangerous," Dick's tone was urgent; Barbara's predicament had automatically been attributed to the Court of Owls by him.
"Uncle, Aunt, goodbye," Dick waved his hand, taking the lead to leave.
"Thank you," Jason's voice was low.
"I will protect them." Oliver nodded solemnly; having received a favor for no reason, he at least had to take responsibility.
Tim, who was the last to remain, suddenly asked, "Aunt, a few months ago you were studying in Gotham; how did you meet Uncle?"
Pamela "…"
"Uncle, were the Batcave's equipment door password and computer access also in Allen Wayne's plan?"
Qinuo "…"
"Then I'll be going too, Uncle, Aunt, goodbye."
After Tim finished speaking, he walked out step by step, and the Batmen on both sides just watched him silently, the atmosphere appearing somewhat strange.
Tim's footsteps echoed in the empty Batcave until his figure also disappeared into the darkness.