American Comics: The Force Awakens

In the empty training room, two owls were fighting with each other.

Apart from the sound of fists, feet and body parts hitting each other, there were no other unnecessary sounds in the room.

Among them, the slender one clearly had the upper hand. Her movements were elegant and she flew around in the limited space. Once she succeeded in the attack, she quickly separated, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.If not with her bare hands, even with just a dagger, she might have done tremendous damage to her opponent.

On the other hand, the well-armed strong man was much inferior.He tried to raise his arms to protect his key parts, but was always unable to do so.Back, legs, weak ribs.Every time he was attacked, he tried to fight back, but failed.

Fortunately, the seemingly advanced armor withstood most of the damage.

"Okay, it's time to stop." Mr. Freeze, who was taking notes on the side, called a pause. "The armor data shows that it is about to reach its endurance limit. If it continues to be hit, structural damage will occur."

Upon hearing this, the female owl ducked away and stood in the corner of the room, standing motionless, leaving the male panting in place.

"It's not fair." He said, full of anger. "Without power assist and flight assist, the owl armor on me will only slow me down."

"Oh, really. So it's really disturbing that our great Mr. Lincoln, the future Justice of the Court of Owls, can't defeat anyone without armor." A familiar taunting voice came from the door. "What, your opponent?" Are they all actors?”

As the security door opened, Karl and Klein walked in together.

"The venue has been set up." Scarecrow said, they seemed to be discussing something before.

"That factory shouldn't take too long." He turned to the scarecrow and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Klein nodded and did not reply.

"Good, so what's his current fighting level." He looked at Dr. Freese and he shook his head.

"In my experience fighting Batman," he commented, "he's not enough, even with that armor."

"Maybe he can get around it a little bit with the armor, but he's not going to win."

The armor Lincoln is wearing now was obtained from the safe hidden in the Court of Owls. In the past, when the resurrection claw potion was not perfected, they developed a set of armor that required special training with the claws. Only by using them skillfully can they exert more powerful power.

It was obvious that Lincoln had no training whatsoever.So the suit went through some modifications that suited Carl's team's personal interests.

The original silver-white armor paint has turned into black - who knows why the armor of an owl assassin is so bright, is it afraid that others can't see you at night?

It also has some props and capes installed, and some changes have been made to the helmet - it looks more like the one from the Watchmen universe than Earth-[-].

The cloak is a symbol of strength. Without the cloak, there is no strength, even if that thing is quite stupid most of the time in actual combat.

But Mr. Freeze is a long-range combat unit after all, and his evaluation of his personal skills may not be accurate.

So Karl looked at the owl huddled in the corner. She tilted her head and realized that Karl was asking herself.So she took out a small notebook from behind and wrote a crooked "TRASH" on it with charcoal.

Lincoln: ...

Sometimes people who cannot speak can cause greater verbal harm to others.

Amidst the mechanical sound of equipment being disarmed, pieces of armor fell to the ground, making a clanging sound, and Lincoln, wearing tight-fitting lining, walked over.

"So, what's the matter with you?" he asked. "I can't stay here for too long, it will arouse the suspicion of my colleagues."

He visibly snorted when he said the word colleague.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you to do a little favor." Karl said lightly.

"Thanksgiving is tomorrow. As we all know, Thanksgiving is a wonderful holiday for family reunions."

"Family." Lincoln sneered. "What's your priority?"

"The origin of Thanksgiving is that outlaws with pirate backgrounds cut off the scalps of the indigenous people and robbed their wealth while pretending to be grateful to them." Carl replied, "This is history, isn't it? Isn't it like those An owl that robs other birds of their homes?”

"So I think on this occasion, the owls should do something to say thank you to the native bats that are being eaten, and you can also meet your so-called family, don't you think?"

Lincoln paused.

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

"You know, I always feel very lonely every November." Julian said, facing the wall, "Because even heinous villains like us like to spend an old-fashioned Thanksgiving with the whole family."

"Do you have a family, Batman?" He turned his head and put his hands behind his back. "If you don't have it, you have to look for it quickly because tomorrow is Thanksgiving."

"And the family I found in a hurry last time were not very friendly. It was Thanksgiving, and they didn't prepare dinner, so I had no choice but to make them dinner."

"Who killed Johnny Vitti?" Batman asked, ignoring his nonsense. "I don't have much time to waste on you."

More than a month has passed since Halloween, and there is still no news about the man dubbed the Holiday Killer in the newspapers, and the next time the Calendar Man claims to commit a crime is approaching.

"Ah, I was originally wondering how long you were going to wait before coming to me." Calendar Man said softly, "Although it's a little late, it's not too late."

"So I decided to give you a little hint."

"Johnny was a killer, so the guy who killed him was a good guy."

"But he was a member of the Roma gang, so the person who killed him could have been a rival, a bad guy."

"Or is he neither?"

"Or is he both, a double-faced person? Just like you who now wears a cloak and lives a double life, I'm curious about what your normal life is like."

"And then, the key word for Thanksgiving is '2' because it takes at least two people to form a family."

"If you brought me here just to talk nonsense," Batman responded. "I'm not listening to you go crazy."

"No, you really don't have to." The calendar man turned around and continued to look at the date on the wall.

"Because there have been madmen in Gotham for many years, and there have been a lot more recently. Do you think you can clean them out?"

"What a... joke."

Calendar Man didn't say another word until the bat disappeared into the shadows.