Venom My Wife

Tim was relieved after leaving the Bat Cave.

Although it is dangerous to expose it in person in person, it is worth taking a risk compared to everyone's safety.

However, several pieces of information were confirmed.

1: This cousin knows Bruce, and Batman is not missing.

2: The Owl Court should be true, and the two Wayne families are fake.

Three: Barbara is in the other party's hands, but the other party has no malicious intentions.

But why we are going to deal with the Owl Court is unknown.

Tim frowned and fell into deep thought.

There is too little intelligence and not enough clues.

It was soon to the ground.

"Tim, what's wrong with you?"

Dick asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I'm just making plans for the next one."

Tim did not tell others about his guess. Although he didn't know the purpose of that cousin, he still followed the other party's plan and took one step at a time.

Chino in the bat cave also retracted his mental power, and Professor X's logo on the core of his chest shines.

"Xiaohong, your little pudding has failed. Do you want to have some fun with me?"

Halle smiled and invited Pamila.

"Who said that the car was wrong? A real strategy player, even if he was exposed, it would not be a problem as long as the other party still follows my plan."

Chino said confidently.

I still underestimate these Robins.

Red Robin, who could infer Batman's true identity at the age of thirteen, is not much different from Bruce in terms of wisdom.

The plan I came up with on a whim was a little loophole, which was normal.

At night, darkness enveloped everything.

Dick and his party were carefully circling through the sewer, humid air and an unpleasant smell spread around.

Uncle cousin said too general, and they could only use experience and reasoning to calculate the most likely places to investigate.

"How long will we look for it? That guy is not lying to us, right?"

It had been searching for more than an hour, but there was no sign of an owl. Jason's blood was almost extinguished, and he complained impatiently.

"Calm down, Jason, we have one last place to investigate and it's over."

Tim said.

"Huh, where else?"

Jason let out a breath, and after injecting the enhancement potion, his irritable mood became easier to control.

“The Death Place of Allen Wayne.”

Tim's voice echoed in the sewer.

Everyone accelerated their pace, and the sewage under their feet splashed and they soon arrived at their destination.

This is a wide space with a dry surface and is more like a well-crafted secret room than the wet and muddy sewer.

Everyone stood in it, and they had a strong premonition in their hearts, which should be here.

"Everyone be careful and look for it separately."

Dick said in a low voice.

Everyone scattered and searched carefully every corner. In a while.

"Everyone comes here, I have clues."

It was Oliver's voice, he was hitting the wall here with a serious expression.

The sound is subtle and the surroundings. If it weren't for the enhanced perception of the body, it would be difficult for him to hear it.

"Get out of the way."

Jason shouted loudly, and rushed, pressing his shoulder against the wall. The powerful force exploded instantly, directly shattering the wall.

"It's so reckless, Jason."

Dick said with a frown, with dissatisfaction on his face.

"Or will you wait for you to find the mechanism slowly? The enemy will have already run away."

Jason replied disdainfully and finished.

Jason put away his pistol and quickly checked the situation around him.

He is not simply reckless, he wants to be surprised.

This is a huge white maze of space that appears in front of everyone.

———

In a dark room, faint candlelight swayed.

Countless people wearing white masks gathered around a chair, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Who is using the sharp claws on his own? I hope he can stand up."

The old man sitting in the main seat had a gloomy voice.

However, only the response to him was a dead silence.

"I don't go through the meeting and use the sharp claws privately. I think you all know what punishment is. Now I'll say it out loud, otherwise you will be punished together."

The old man's tone became more and more severe, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

"Sir, please believe that we won't do that."

Finally someone spoke tremblingly.

"Did the Claws run out by themselves? Without our potion, they are just a corpse. Stand out as soon as possible and don't implicate us."

"That's right, I don't want to go into the white maze."

"Shut up…"

The people in the Owl Court started arguing themselves, everyone was ulterior motives and hoped that someone would stand up quickly, or they could choose a scapegoat themselves so that they could avoid punishment.

The so-called punishment is to throw the person who made the mistake into the white maze for three days, have no food, and be chased by the sharp claws. As long as they can survive, it will be fine.

But each of them is a high-ranking official and a rich man. How could an existence standing at the top of Gotham bear such torture?

Put them into the white maze and you won't survive for a day.

In fact, it is a matter of using the claws privately or not. I have used it several times before, and I have concealed it from each other and have always followed such unspoken rules.

But today is different, the people from the Owl Council came to investigate a hundred Batman matters.

As soon as he came over, the Claw died, and the legend of the Owl Court was almost exposed.

This put the entire court in extreme panic and chaos, fearing that it would anger the parliament and lose everything it has.

The old man sitting in the main seat looked at the noisy scene, and a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes.

Several huge figures appeared in the shadow behind him, as if they were ready to snatch them at any time.

"Wait, sir, give us some time, we will definitely choose... to find the real murderer. The most important thing now is a hundred Batmans, who are shaking the status of the owl."

A member of the Owl Council said hurriedly, with trembling and begging in his voice.

The old man was silent for a moment and said coldly, "...I only give you one day."

The figure in the shadow behind him gradually disappeared, and the members of the Owl Court breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that this was the old man's greatest tolerance and the problem must be solved as soon as possible.

They no longer plan to find who did it. It is not enough time for a day, so it is undoubtedly a dream to find the real murderer.

But it's okay to find a scapegoat.

Several of the lowest-ranking owls present lowered their heads in despair.

They knew that they were likely to become the lamb who was pushed to bear sin, but they had no power to resist, and could only pray in their hearts that bad luck would not come to them.