Tim finally breathed a sigh of relief when he left the Batcave and no one pursued him.
Although such a direct exposure was dangerous, it was worth the risk compared to everyone's safety.
However, a few pieces of information were also confirmed.
First: This Uncle knows Bruce, and Batman is not missing.
Second: The Court of Owls should be real; the two Wayne Family are fake.
Third: Barbara is in their hands, but they have no ill intent.
However, the purpose of why they want us to deal with the Court of Owls is unknown.
Tim frowned, lost in thought.
There was too little information and not enough clues.
They soon arrived on the surface.
"Tim, what's wrong with you?"
Dick asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, just formulating the next plan."
Tim did not tell the others his conjecture. Although he didn't know the Uncle's purpose, for now, he would follow his plan and take it one step at a time.
Qinuo in the Batcave also withdrew his mental power, and Professor's symbol on the core of his chest glowed brightly.
"Xiao Hong, your little pudding has crashed. Do you want to come with me and have some fun?"
Harley invited Pamela with a smile.
"Who said it crashed? For a true strategist, even if exposed, as long as the other party still follows my plan, it's not a problem."
Qinuo said confidently.
He had still underestimated these Robin.
Red Robin, who could deduce Batman's true identity at thirteen, was not much different from Bruce in terms of wisdom.
It was normal for a plan conceived on a whim to have a small flaw.
At night, Gotham was enveloped in darkness.
Dick and his group cautiously moved through the sewers, with damp air and unpleasant smells pervading the surroundings.
Uncle's words were too vague, so they could only rely on experience and deduction to figure out the most likely places to investigate.
"How much longer do we have to search? That guy isn't lying to us, is he?"
They had been searching for over an hour, but there was no sign of the Court of Owls. Jason's enthusiasm was almost extinguished, and he complained impatiently.
"Calm down, Jason, we have one last place to investigate, then we're done."
Tim said.
"Phew, where else?"
Jason let out a breath. After injecting the strengthening agent, his inner irritable emotions became easier to control.
"Allen Wayne's Death site."
Tim's voice echoed in the sewers.
Everyone quickened their pace, splashing the sewage beneath their feet, and soon arrived at their destination.
This was a spacious area, dry on the surface. Compared to the damp and muddy sewers, it was more like a meticulously crafted secret chamber.
As everyone stood inside, they all had a strong premonition that this must be the place.
"Everyone be careful, search separately."
Dick said in a low voice.
Everyone spread out, carefully searching every corner. After a short while.
"Come over here, I have a clue."
It was Oliver's voice. He was tapping the wall there, his expression serious.
The sound had a subtle difference from the surroundings. If his perception hadn't been enhanced after his body was strengthened, he would have found it difficult to hear.
"Move aside."
Jason shouted, charging forward and hitting the wall with his shoulder. A powerful force instantly erupted, directly shattering the wall.
"That's too reckless, Jason."
Dick frowned, his face showing dissatisfaction.
"Otherwise, wait for you to slowly find the mechanism? The enemy would have already run away."
Jason replied disdainfully, then.
Jason put away his pistol and quickly surveyed the surroundings.
He wasn't simply reckless; he mostly wanted to catch them off guard.
This was a huge space, and a White Labyrinth appeared before everyone's eyes.
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In a dark room, faint candlelight flickered.
Countless people wearing white masks gathered around a chair, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost suffocating.
"Who dared to use Talon without authorization? I hope he can step forward."
The old man sitting in the main seat spoke in a gloomy voice.
However, only deathly silence answered him.
"Using Talon without a meeting, I think you all know what the punishment is. Speak up now, and I can be lenient; otherwise, you will all be punished together."
The old man's tone grew sterner, his eyes glinting with cold light.
Everyone couldn't help but tremble.
"My Lord, please believe us, we would not do such a thing."
Finally, someone spoke, trembling.
"Did Talon run out on its own? Without our serum, they are just corpses. Step forward quickly, don't implicate us."
"Exactly, I don't want to enter the White Labyrinth."
"Shut up..."
The members of the Court of Owls began to argue among themselves, each with their own ulterior motives, hoping that someone would quickly step forward, or that they could choose a scapegoat to avoid punishment.
The so-called punishment was to throw the offender into the White Labyrinth for three days, without food, and to be hunted by Talon. As long as they survived, they would be fine.
But each of them was a high-ranking official, a wealthy person, an existence at the top of Gotham; how could they endure such torment?
If they were put into the White Labyrinth, they wouldn't survive a day.
In fact, using Talon without authorization could be a minor or major offense. It had been done a few times before, with mutual concealment, always following this unwritten rule.
But today was different. Members of the Owl Council had arrived to investigate the matter of a hundred Batman.
As soon as they arrived, Talon died, and the legend of the Court of Owls was almost exposed.
This plunged the entire Court into extreme panic and chaos, fearing that they would anger the Council and lose everything they had.
The old man sitting in the main seat looked at the noisy scene, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.
Several massive figures appeared in the shadows behind him, as if ready to pounce at any moment.
"Wait, My Lord, give us some time. We will definitely be able to choose... find the real culprit. The most important thing now is the hundred Batman; he is shaking the Court of Owls' position."
A member of the Owl Council hurriedly said, his voice trembling and pleading.
The old man was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "...I will only give you one day."
The figures in the shadows behind him gradually disappeared, and the members of the Court of Owls finally breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that this was the old man's greatest tolerance, and they had to resolve the issue as quickly as possible.
They no longer intended to find out who did it. One day was simply not enough; finding the real culprit was undoubtedly a pipe dream.
However, finding a scapegoat was still possible.
The few lowest-ranking Court of Owls present lowered their heads in despair.
They knew that they would likely become the lamb pushed out to take the blame, yet they were powerless to resist, only able to silently pray in their hearts that misfortune would not befall them.