What have you found regarding the hundred Batmen who suddenly appeared in Gotham?"
The old man's hoarse voice echoed in the dim room, carrying an invisible pressure.
Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to meet his gaze.
Just as the old man was growing impatient, someone finally stood up, trembling.
"M-My Lord, we spent a day investigating the entry records for this period, and those hundred Batmen are not among them. They appeared as if out of thin air."
"You mean they appeared in this city, bypassing all of you who control Gotham, the underground, the ports, transportation, planes, and all entry passages?"
Disappointment and indifference appeared in the old man's eyes; his gaze seemed to freeze people.
"The Court of Owls is rotten. It seems a new batch is needed," the old man murmured, his voice soft, yet it made everyone present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Wait, My Lord, not all. The Wayne Family's passages are not under our control. It's them, it must be them who let them in."
"Yes, it must be Bruce Wayne. Those Batmen must have been let in by him."
"Send out the Talons! Send out all the Talons, they will surely find those Batmen."
Everyone in the Court of Owls grew anxious, their eyes filled with worry and fear.
This sentence meant that they and all their relatives who knew their identities would be eliminated.
They knew the terror of the Owl Council; no one could escape.
Just as the old man was about to speak, a sharp alarm sounded in the room.
The Court of Owls scrambled to open the monitors, only to see several Robins walking through the White Labyrinth. Judging by their location, they would reach them in about an hour.
"The White Labyrinth has been infiltrated."
The old man's eyes had become calm, like still water.
Now everyone panicked. If they didn't do something, their whole families would die.
"My Lord, I know them. They are Batman's Robins. If we catch them, we can surely get information about those hundred-plus Batmen."
"Last chance."
The old man's voice was devoid of emotion.
Hearing this, everyone rushed out, old men, women, men, completely losing their former elegant demeanor, like a pack of stray dogs.
After everyone left.
The old man pulled out a communicator.
"Hello, may I ask for your application project?" a mechanical voice came from the other end of the communicator.
"Gotham."
"Okay, please provide the number."
"40."
"Understood. Action time."
"One week later."
Hanging up the communication, the old man walked out, leaning on his gem-studded cane.
He was once a Gotham noble, climbing step by step to this position. This time he came, first, to investigate the matter of the hundred Batmen, and second, to see these juniors.
However, he was so disappointed; they only knew how to enjoy Gotham and forgot the mission of the Court of Owls.
Rather than keeping them, it would be better to replace them with some ambitious young people.
Several figures followed behind him, like his Shadow.
— — —
Dick and the others wandered in the White Labyrinth for a long time, all wearing gas masks.
These labyrinths not only contained traps but also colorless and odorless poison gas. If Tim hadn't detected it beforehand, they would probably have already collapsed in the labyrinth.
"How much longer?"
Jason asked impatiently. They hadn't seen a single enemy and were constantly expending stamina in this labyrinth, which made him increasingly agitated.
"Soon. This is a large underground labyrinth with a one-way passage system, similar to the labyrinths in Greek mythology. The paths are intricate, with many dead ends and misleading passages, making it easy to get lost, but I've already figured out the route," Tim's voice came muffled from inside the gas mask.
He constantly simulated the route in his mind and was also a little surprised by how much wealth it must have taken to build such a large labyrinth.
Just then, faint footsteps sounded around them. The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent labyrinth, getting closer and closer.
"Careful, someone's coming."
Dick quickly drew his escrima sticks, his body tense.
The few of them stood back to back, warily watching their surroundings.
The sound grew closer, coming from all directions, as countless masked figures wearing Court of Owls masks emerged from the various passages of the labyrinth.
"Surrender, Robins!"
"Green Arrow, this is not your city."
They all held sharp blades, charging towards them menacingly.
"It's Talons!"
"So many."
"Let me try first."
Jason didn't hesitate, aiming his gun at one of their heads and pulling the trigger.
Bang!
The Talon agilely dodged the gunshot and was about to rush forward, but in the next second, an arrow struck him in the chest.
Hiss—
Traces of frost spread from his chest, and the Talon stiffly fell to the ground.
"Liquid nitrogen! How do you know our weakness?"
One of the Talons asked.
"Looks like your gun isn't as effective as mine," Oliver said with a hint of smugness.
"Hmph!"
Jason snorted and threw a bomb into the crowd of Talons.
Boom!
Upon exploding, liquid nitrogen instantly permeated the area, slowing the movements of the surrounding Talons.
Jason seized the opportunity, firing both guns simultaneously. He had long since abandoned his no-kill policy.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Accompanied by a series of gunshots, fire flashed in the darkness.
Jason's eyes were cold and firm, headshot after headshot. Within a few breaths, six Talons had fallen, blood spreading on the ground.
The other Talons, seeing the unfavorable situation, quickly left the area covered by liquid nitrogen and bullets.
"Antiques should be kept in a collection room, not brought out for battle," Jason scoffed disdainfully.
"Antiques should be kept in a collection room, not brought out for battle," Jason said disdainfully.
With that, he threw all the liquid nitrogen bombs he had on him.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…"
The liquid nitrogen bombs exploded, and the surrounding temperature plummeted instantly, with cold mist spreading everywhere.
The Talons' bodies also began to stiffen, and their movements became sluggish.
Jason's bullets and Oliver's arrows shot out one after another.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!" The bullets accurately hit their targets, raising spurts of blood.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of arrows cutting through the air was incessant, each one accurately hitting a Talon's head.
Seeing this, the other Talons avoided the cold area and charged towards Dick and Tim like hungry wolves.
"Am I their breakthrough point?"
Dick drew his escrima sticks, assuming a defensive stance.
Tim threw a liquid nitrogen bomb first, "Bang!" The liquid nitrogen bomb instantly exploded, creating a cold area that slowed down the Talons' attack speed.
Dick's escrima sticks followed immediately. He moved like the wind, his sticks whistling as he wielded them, each strike carrying immense force.
"Crack!" The Talons' bones were shattered, making a horrifying sound.
He was not Jason; he only broke bones, never killing, preserving the last line in his heart.