Qinuo, these Talons are already as strong as Frank. The nephews are getting beaten so badly," Venom said.
"It should be due to their armor. While providing heat, it can also increase their strength. If Dick hadn't been careless and defeated at the start, they still would have had a chance to win," Qinuo said.
"Are the little birds and hunters going to die? Let's hold a grand funeral for them!"
The next second, Harley got punched on the head.
"Harley, they're not dead yet!" Pamela said, annoyed.
Among them, three were Damian's brothers, so there was no way they would let them die.
The Court of Owls members also began to move, preparing to watch the Robins' miserable state up close.
"We're going too. The Court of Owls should end now," Qinuo said, and the group followed behind the Court of Owls.
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"Ah!" Dick suddenly woke up.
The wound on his back had already healed. He looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Tim was already pinned to the ground by a Talon. He was skilled at using strategies and analysis to defeat opponents, and was the weakest among all Robins in terms of physical combat.
Only Jason and Oliver were still struggling, covered in wounds.
Their bullets had long run out. Jason held a combat dagger, and Oliver's bow and arrows were shattered.
Dick supported himself and stood up. Although his steps were still a bit unsteady, he rushed towards Tim without hesitation.
"Nightwing, don't come over!" Tim shouted loudly.
"Let him go!"
However, Dick had already raised his short stick and slammed it with all his might into the Talon's temple.
But the Talon reacted extremely quickly, tilting its head and easily dodging the blow.
Immediately after, it swung a punch fiercely, hitting Dick's side face.
Dick felt a sharp pain, and his body flew out again.
"Nightwing!" Tim cried out in despair.
Dick fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He tried to get up again, but found that he couldn't muster any strength.
Healing potions could only repair skin and minor bone injuries. Injuries like a shattered spine could only be repaired by limb regeneration potions.
Being able to stand up before was already the result of enhancement potions and sheer willpower.
Also because of Dick, Jason and Oliver were distracted, and the Talons seized the opportunity.
"Crack!"
A Talon grabbed Jason's arm and twisted it hard, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoing.
Another Talon grabbed Jason's helmet and slammed it violently onto the ground. The helmet shattered, and blood slowly flowed out, staining a patch of the ground red.
"Ah!" Oliver was hit hard in the leg by a mace, and his leg instantly twisted into a bizarre shape.
Tap, tap, tap...
The sound of leather shoes on the ground echoed as the old man and the Court of Owls members slowly appeared.
"Take off their masks," the old man ordered.
Several Talons roughly tore off their masks.
"Tim Drake, the genius boy."
"Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's adopted son."
"Oliver Queen, the wealthy man from Star City."
The identities of the three, except for Jason, were all well-known.
"What were you thinking, not living a good life as a rich man, but coming here to oppose us?" a Court of Owls member asked Oliver, somewhat puzzled.
"To eradicate the darkness of Gotham," Tim replied firmly.
"To kill you all," Jason raised his head with difficulty, his fierce gaze seemingly able to pierce through the opponent.
"It's normal for hunters to hunt," Oliver's mouth showed a bitter smile. This time, he was truly done for.
"How did you know about this place, and what's with those hundred-plus Batmen? Tell me, and I can let you suffer less," the old man said coldly.
"…"
Silence, no one spoke.
"Turn them into Talons, and they'll tell us everything."
"Wait, let them go. I'll tell you everything you want to know," a weak voice sounded, interrupting the old man's words.
Dick leaned against the wall, swaying as he stood up. The medicine in his body was still working, but every movement was like enduring immense pain.
His mask had fallen off, revealing his resolute face.
"Son of Gray!"
"You were supposed to be one of us."
"And I really didn't expect Bruce Wayne to be Batman," the old man said, somewhat surprised.
"What do you mean?" Dick had heard this sentence once before from a Talon.
Facing the future Son of Gray, the old man seemed a bit more patient and explained:
"The Court of Owls had a plan to recruit potential children from circuses to train them as Talons, and the Haly's Circus you were in was one of them.
The Court originally intended to train you as a Talon, but after your parents died, Bruce Wayne adopted you first.
You are the prophesied Son of Gray, who will become the strongest Talon."
"No, even if I hadn't been adopted, I wouldn't become a Talon."
"Yes, your grandfather, William Cobb, was one of the Talons. Your fourth tooth on the left is the proof," the old man said with certainty.
Dick put his finger into his mouth. From the previous blow, his tooth was a bit loose, and with a gentle pull, it came off.
Placing the tooth in his palm, Dick's pupils contracted. Inside the tooth, there was an exquisite Court of Owls pattern.
"So, come, Dick, the Court of Owls is your true home," the old man enticed.
Dick remained silent, walking step by step towards the old man.
The old man's smile deepened.
Dick suddenly attacked, seizing the old man and threatening him sternly.
"Let them go!"
The old man scoffed, grabbed Dick's arm, and slammed him hard onto the ground.
"I'm not like these wastes; I've also injected the serum."
As he got older, he also began to fear Death, so he had now injected the Talon serum to continue living.
At the same time, this blow severely injured Dick's spine, rendering him immobile.
"Take them all away," the old man said.
Pinned to the ground, Tim looked at this utter despair and hardened his heart, deciding to take a gamble.
He took a deep breath.
"Uncle, help!"
A loud shout startled all the Court of Owls members.
"What are you shouting about? Your Uncle isn't here," a Court of Owls member said, annoyed.
"Who said he isn't? Even his aunt is here."
A voice came from behind the Court of Owls, a voice that seemed to carry amusement and mockery.
As the voice sounded, the Talons pressing down on Tim, Jason, and Oliver suddenly stood up.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by some invisible force.