American Comics: The Force Awakens

"Batman, the police, the Romans. They all thought they would take over the city." Oswald recounted in a low voice. "But they didn't in the past, they don't now, and they probably won't in the future."

"We, including myself, have little hope."

"Because they are constantly eavesdropping and monitoring."

"Knowing every word and action of everyone in Gotham."

He picked up the wine bottle on his desk and poured himself a glass, as if to be emboldened for his next words.

"So the Court of Owls does exist?" Victor asked.

"Shh..." Penguin said softly, "Don't mention their names, they are listening."

"If you insist on going down that rabbit hole, I have to remind you, as your old friend. There may be no return."

"But actually, Mr. Cobblet." Carl interrupted the Penguin's words to create a terrifying atmosphere. "You should be one of the people who want them dead the most, especially as a descendant of the family that originally ruled Gotham."

"Of course I will do that if possible." Penguin replied boredly. "The Court has been secretly ruling Gotham since the colonial era. They use claws that can resurrect the dead to eradicate dissidents. Until now, no one can Find out who they really are, only that nursery rhyme circulates in the night.”

"Then will you hire us?" Carl asked, "to investigate the Court of Owls."

"Do you think this is something simple? Some kind of joke?" Penguin asked. He was unhappy with the young people's attitude of not respecting history. "Claws have been spying on everything in Gotham since hundreds of years ago. They Killing all the people who could influence their rule, Wayne, Cobot, Elliott, Kane, the family is lonely, but the owl has always existed."

"But, sir, Gotham has never been as vibrant as it is now, full of... as passionate as we are." Carl said. "Maybe now is the time to tell those who secretly control everything that times have changed, isn't it? "

"And even if we fail, you won't lose anything. Gotham will just have a few more corpses of people who don't know the heights of the sky."

silence.

Oswald drank the drink in one gulp.

Gotham will belong to the Penguin, and the Bats can't stop it, the Romans can't, and the Court... won't be able to.

"Okay, maybe it's my drunken words now, so it's very irrational." He said with a very struggling tone. "So, what do you want."

"The Cobot family's map of the sewer structure of the original Gotham."

When the strange trio left, Cobot stood on the steps and watched them go.

The court cannot be allowed to know that all this has to do with Penguin.

He picked up the umbrella.

All the men who know about this meeting will be silenced.

No matter what, Penguin will be the ultimate winner.

............

Like the origins of most gangs in the United States, the Falconi family's first pot of gold relied on the prohibition of alcohol promulgated by the government in 1920.

The Italians relied on secretly transporting alcohol and selling prohibited items in the sewers, and quickly accumulated money and connections, and became rich.

"This is the sewer smuggling map recorded by the Falconi family." Alberto dropped a pile of photos, "The hand-drawn original was taken directly."

Gotham has a dense and intricate sewer structure, and it is easy to get lost without a map.

Unless you are aboriginal there.

The lowest level of evil in Gotham is hidden there, including low-level smugglers, beasts, madmen, monsters, and mercenaries.

As a coastal city, the size of the sewers here is definitely beyond your expectation.

"And this one is generously provided by Mr. Copot, and is the legacy of Gotham's old family." Karl knocked on the wall covered with paper, which was covered with dense lines.

"Question: Why do we need two sewer maps?" A golden retriever with messy hair raised his hand full of energy.

"According to the information I know, the court has a huge labyrinth underground in Gotham City. This is where they meet and where their secrets are stored."

"The Cobot family is an existence that is inseparable from the creation of Gotham." Carl replied, "His map represents the distribution of Gotham's sewers when it was first established. It is ancient and simple."

"And Falcone...is a little younger. Their map represents the ever-newer, changing side of Gotham."

"We need to identify the inconsistencies in this update process, and there will be gaps there where the court might be located."

"After all, the so-called Court of Owls is just a group of old people who are unwilling to accept changes in reality." He concluded.

"So, why do we suddenly have to face this court?" Ivy asked, "Is anyone in conflict with them?"

Originally, Poison Ivy didn't want to attend this meeting, but she was forced to come here by Harley. Since her life became stable, she has shown little interest in matters other than plants, and she stays in the greenhouse all day without being seen.

But the good news is that she is finally getting used to Harley's behavior, and the establishment of the Lily Group is just around the corner.

"Of course not, but of course there is." Carl replied. "If you want to gain real power and status in Gotham, sooner or later the court will become our enemy."

"And at the same time, they have some really good stuff."

"This is their claw." Carl took a new photo. "I got this thing from the secret mezzanine of the old Wayne Tower. The open house there helped a lot. There were a lot of tourists and it was a good cover. .”

Wearing pure black armor, an owl-shaped helmet, and equipped with short blades on his hands, he is very deadly.

"It doesn't look like anything special," Alberto commented, pushing up his glasses.

"Maybe, except that they can come back from the dead and all of them can arm-wrestle with Batman." Carl replied. "The claws of owls have been around for hundreds of years. They fly in the dark nights of Gotham, taking the lives of those who disobey the court. They will not die, and their injuries will heal quickly. After completing their mission, they will They will fall asleep until the next mission wakes them up."

"This technique sounds familiar, doesn't it, Dr. Freese?" He turned to look at Mr. Freeze, who had been standing in the corner without saying a word since just now.

"Actually, this is my major." Victor said calmly. "It's also my wish."

"Very well, Dr. Freese will work hard for his wife." He snapped his fingers: "And I am happily going to participate in a little Gotham sewer adventure. Anyone else want to join?"

"Pass, that kind of dark place is probably not just moss, it's not friendly to plants." It was obvious that Poison Ivy wanted to fish.

"Refuse, I still have things to do." It was Alberto who spoke.In fact, no one cares about his force value even though he has been practicing his marksmanship recently.

"Harley's Gotham Underground Adventure, that sounds like it would be a good horror show." Harley exclaimed excitedly, "Just like the Japanese like to throw their idols into supernatural exploration.

"So, mentor, what do you say?" Karl finally looked at the scarecrow. He had been silent since just now, just like the scarecrow.

"Owls, can they also feel fear?"

Maybe his job content has changed, but his interests and hobbies have remained the same.

"Very well, we'll set off when we're ready."