Venom My Wife

"Cino, the power of these sharp claws is comparable to Frank, and the nephews were beaten so badly."

Venom said.

"It should be because of the armor on his body, which can provide heat and increase strength. If Dick was not defeated carelessly at the beginning, he would still have a chance to win." Chino

"Are the birds and the hunters going to die? Let's hold a grand funeral!"

The next second, Harley was punched in the head.

"Halley, they are not dead yet!"

Pamela said angrily.

Among these three brothers, Damian, how could they die?

The people from the Owl Court also began to move, preparing to watch the tragic situation of the Robins up close.

"We'll go there too, it's time for the Owl Court to end," Chino said, and the group followed behind the Owl Court.

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"ah!"

Dick suddenly woke up.

The wound behind it has been repaired. He looked in the direction where the sound was heard.

Tim has been pressed to the ground by a sharp claw, he is good at defeating his opponents with tricks and analysis, and is the weakest of all Robins in physical skills.

Only Jason and Oliver were still struggling to support themselves, with scars everywhere on their bodies.

The bullets had been used up long ago, Jason held the battle dagger, and Oliver's bow and arrow were also broken.

Dick supported himself and stood up, and although his steps were still a little sluggish, he rushed towards Tim without hesitation.

"Yewing, don't come here!"

Tim shouted.

"Let him go!"

However, Dick had raised his short stick and knocked hard at the claw's temple with all his strength.

But the claw reacted very quickly, and his head turned around and easily avoided the attack.

Immediately afterwards, it swung a punch and hit Dick in the side face.

Dick felt a severe pain come and his body flew out again.

"Yewing!" Tim shouted in despair.

Dick fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He wanted to get up again, but found that he could no longer use any strength.

The therapeutic agent can only repair skin and mild bone injuries. Injuries like spinal rupture can only be repaired by the rebirth of the broken limbs.

Being able to stand up like before is already the result of strengthening potions and will-driven.

Because of Dick, Jason and Oliver were distracted and were seized by the Claws.

"Click!"

A sharp claw grabbed Jason's arm and folded it hard, and a crisp sound of fracture sounded.

Another sharp claw grabbed Jason's helmet and buckled it to the ground. The helmet was broken and blood slowly flowed out, dyeing the ground red.

"ah!"

Oliver was hit hard by a mace, and his legs were instantly twisted into a strange shape.

Dada dada...

A sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground sounded, and the old man slowly appeared with the owl court.

"Reveal their masks." The old man ordered.

Several claws ripped off their masks roughly.

"Tim Drake, that genius boy."

"Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's adopted son."

"Oliver Quinn, the rich man in Star City."

The identities of the three are all very famous except Jason.

"What do you think? A rich man's life is not like, come over and go against us."

An owl asked in confusion as he looked at Oliver.

"To eliminate the darkness of Gotham."

Tim answered firmly.

"I want to kill you."

Jason raised his head with difficulty, his fierce gaze as if he could pierce the other party.

“It’s normal for hunters to hunt.”

Oliver smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and he really fell for it this time.

"How did you know here, and what happened to those more than a hundred Batmans? Tell me, I can let you suffer less."

The old man said coldly.

“…”

Silent, no one spoke.

"Turn them into claws and you'll say anything at that time."

"Wait, let them go, I will tell you everything you want to know."

A weak voice sounded, interrupting the old man's words.

Dick stood up staggeringly on the wall, the medicinal power in his body was still working, but every movement seemed to be enduring great pain.

The mask on his face had fallen, revealing his firm face.

"Son of Grey!"

“You should have been one of us.”

"And I really didn't expect Bruce Wayne to be Batman."

The old man was a little surprised.

"What's the meaning?"

Dick also heard this sentence once in his claws' mouth.

Facing the future son of gray, the old man seemed a little patient and explained:

“The Owl Court has plans to recruit potential kids in circuses to develop claws, and your Harry Circus is one of them.

The court was going to train you to be a sharp claw, but after your parents died, Bruce Wayne took the lead in adopting you.

You are the son of the ashes in the prophecy and will become the most powerful claw. ”

"No, I won't be a sharp claw even if I haven't been adopted."

"Yes, your grandfather William Cobb is one of the claws, and the fourth tooth on your left is proof."

The old man said it was certain.

Dick reached his finger into his mouth. The moment he was hit, his teeth loosened a little and he pulled them down with a light force.

Putting that tooth in the palm of his palm, Dick's pupils shrank, and there was an exquisite owl pattern inside his teeth.

"So come here! Dick, the Owl Court is your destination."

The old man tempted.

Dick was silent and walked towards the old man step by step.

The old man's smile became deeper and deeper.

Dick suddenly attacked, hijacked the old man and threatened sternly.

"Let them go!"

The old man smiled disdainfully, grabbed Dick's arm and threw him to the ground.

"I'm different from these wastes, and I've also injected the drug."

As he got older, he began to fear death, so he now injected the pill of the sharp claws to keep himself alive.

At the same time, this blow caused Dick's spine to be severely damaged and he could no longer move.

"Take them all away."

The old man said.

Tim, who was crushed to the ground, looked at this completely desperate situation and made up his mind and could only take a gamble.

He took a deep breath.

"Uncle, help me!"

The owls were shocked by a loud shout.

"What are you calling? There is no cousin here."

An owl said angrily.

"Who said there was no, his cousin and aunt all had it."

A voice came from behind the owl, and the sound seemed to be joking and funny.

As the sound rang out, the sharp claws pressing against Tim, Jason and Oliver suddenly stood up.

Their movements were neat and uniform, as if they were controlled by some invisible force.