Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

For Bruce, there is no let-up in the fight against Gotham's crime, and tonight is no different.

Batman chases a group of criminals flying a helicopter on a motorcycle.

Logically speaking, chasing a plane on a motorcycle is a fantasy, but he is Batman.

He jumped onto the train tracks and dragged a criminal out of the plane.

At this time, Tim's communication rang.

"B, Director Gordon, do you need me to tell him that you are busy and not go there?"

"No, it only takes three minutes."

The train was approaching, but Batman was not afraid at all. He jumped on the roof of the train on his motorcycle, rushed into the helicopter, and arrested all the criminals.

Batman returns to the Batcave smelling like gunpowder, just in time.

"If it's a case, you can leave it to me." Tim muttered.

"I believe in your ability, but I was also present when this body was found."

After finishing speaking, Bruce opened the communication with Gordon, and Gordon could be seen in the autopsy room of the technical department.

"Stand back, Jim, I borrowed the police camera so that I can achieve remote holographic projection, allowing me to understand the scene immersively."

Bruce and Commissioner Gordon have been working together for many years. Compared with the initial turnaround, Bruce is now able to explain some things to Gordon.

"Okay, Batman." Gordon took a few steps back in response.

In addition to Gordon, there was a medical examiner in the autopsy room.

"The cause of death of the deceased was that his mouth was scratched, and then blood flowed into his throat, and he choked to death."

This cause of death sounds childish, but there are reasons that are more bizarre than this, and what Batman cares about is not how he died.

"He has no social security or DNA information. He is a completely mysterious person." Gordon shook his head.

Batman observes the corpse. From the calluses on his hands, it can be seen that he is a boxer and is also good at swordsmanship and other fighting skills.

Batman is a master of combat himself, so it's easy to tell.

The deceased must have encountered an enemy much more powerful than himself.

"I heard from Officer Harvey that you were also at the scene last night."

"Yes."

Gordon looked at Batman, "So what do you think of the message left by the dead? Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow."

"What?!" Tim knocked over the coffee in his hand in excitement and stood up, "B, you never mentioned this to us."

Batman was very calm. He gave Tim a gesture to stop talking for the time being, and looked at the deceased's mouth intently.

"Look at his wisdom tooth on the right side."

The forensic doctor quickly followed Batman's instructions and opened the deceased's mouth.

Under the magnifying glass, everyone can clearly see the emblem on the wisdom teeth, which matches the emblem on the murder weapon that was inserted into the body when the deceased was found.

"What does this emblem mean?" Gordon frowned.

"The Athenian owl first appeared on the currency of ancient Greece." Tim looked at the emblem and said, "It symbolizes wealth and power."

He frowned and said, "B, have you ever remembered the legend circulating in Gotham? Beware of the Court of Owls, which will monitor your travels at all times."

"This is just a trick to trick children." Batman said dismissively, "The Court of Owls does not exist."

The story of the Court of Owls has been circulating in Gotham for a long time. Many parents in Gotham have indeed used this legend to scare their children into obedience. However, Batman, who has always been strict, directly denied the authenticity of the legend and insisted that the Court of Owls is fake. This made Tim wonder if Batman knew something.

"Perhaps someone is using the guise of this fictitious organization to spread fear for criminal purposes."

The next morning, there were only Lucas, who was in high spirits, and Alfred, who looked at him with eyes filled with relief.

"Morning, Alfred." Lucas picked up a piece of toast, tore a bit of it and put it to Hope's mouth.

"Good morning, Master Easton." Alfred said with a smile, "It's really pleasant to see your regular schedule."

It seems that Alfred is very dissatisfied with Bruce's schedule...

Lucas smiled awkwardly and turned to look out the window. There was Damian who got up as early as him, but he seemed very unhappy. He was dancing in the garden with a knife, and the whole picture His face was stern, and he would cut Alfred's manicured garden in two from time to time.

Lucas glanced at Alfred. Although there was still a smile on his face, it was quite obvious that the smile on his face had faded.

Alfred keenly felt Lucas' gaze and said calmly, "I think it is still necessary to protect the results of my work, right, Master Easton?"

Lucas nodded vigorously, realizing who was the head of the Bat family.

Halfway through the meal, Lucas saw Dick, who was yawning, and Tim, who was nodding his head slightly and with dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious at a glance that he had a very fulfilling nightlife.

"What happened last night?" Lucas couldn't help but ask.

"Well... someone issued a death declaration to Bruce." Tim said drowsily.

"The matter involves a long-standing legend in Gotham - the Court of Owls." Dick added.

"The Court of Owls..." Lucas frowned and muttered.

I don't know why he always felt that this term was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"What's wrong, Lucas? Do you have any ideas?" Tim asked when he saw that Lucas' expression was not right.

"No, I just feel a little familiar." Lucas said.

"It's not surprising that I've heard the legend of the Court of Owls. After all, it's a local horror nursery rhyme in Gotham. My parents used this to scare me." Dick shrugged, "You are also a Gothamite, aren't you."

"Well... maybe I heard it accidentally." Lucas was convinced by Dick and didn't pay much attention to it.

"So what do Bruce think?" Lucas asked worriedly.

"He is Batman. You should have more faith in your father." At some point, Damian ended his morning exercise and wiped his face with the towel draped around his neck.

To be honest, no one knows Batman's abilities better than him. Lucas was speechless and choked, but he had no intention of refuting Damian, he just shook his head and said nothing.

Gotham University hasn't started school yet, but Damian's Gotham Middle School has already started school, which is why he didn't participate in the evening activities.

"It's great to go to college. I can rest for a few days." Tim said lightly in front of Damian who was carrying his schoolbag.

"Drake!" Damian suddenly grabbed the strap of his schoolbag. He looked like he wanted to have a fight with Tim, but it was difficult to get angry because Bruce was there.

"Father, I have six doctorate degrees. I don't need to stay in the same classroom with those empty-minded trolls." Damian stared directly at Bruce.

It starts again!

Bruce said dryly, "Going to school is mainly to practice your communication skills with your peers..."

"I have nothing to talk about with them." Damian curled his lips.

"This is a mission." Bruce sighed.

"Well, since it's father's mission..." Damian muttered and reluctantly went to school, not forgetting to glare at Tim before leaving.

"Aren't you deliberately provoking him?" Lucas said helplessly.

"Well, he wanted to kill me when he first came here. This is just a small revenge." Tim showed a sinister smile.

"Indeed, it's just a little joke that has nothing to do with elegance." Dick didn't care about Tim's behavior just now. Compared with fighting to death, the way the two of them got along now satisfied Dick.

The conversation between the brothers stopped when they saw Bruce in a suit.

"Are you going out, Bruce?" Lucas couldn't help but ask, "Is that death announcement okay?"

"Don't worry." Faced with Lucas' worry, Bruce raised his lips slightly, "It would be the best thing if the mastermind behind the scenes targets me."

Bruce is worried that he has no clues. It would be best if the murderer comes to his door.

"Like Damian said, you could use a little more confidence in me."

Lucas opened his mouth but stopped talking.

He wasn't worried about Bruce's abilities, but he was worried that one day he would become as crazy as Laughter.

"If you're really worried, just go with Bruce." Tim encouraged him in his ear.

"Is that okay?" Lucas whispered back.

"Well... if you act coquettishly, Bruce will definitely agree."

behave in a spoiled manner? Lucas seriously suspected that Tim wanted to see him act like a spoiled child. He was so wicked and liked to collect other people's dark histories.

"I believe Bruce." Lucas said, but he actually didn't really want to follow Bruce.

Bruce's trip today is to meet a heavyweight named Lincoln March, who is a strong candidate for Gotham's next mayor. Bruce is very optimistic about him and has even prepared campaign funds for him.

Lincoln spoke freely about his plan for Gotham, and time passed by. At this moment, there were less than twelve hours left before Bruce Wayne's "death".

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, an uninvited guest appeared.

This masked man in a black tights and equipped with deadly weapons appeared in Wayne Tower without warning, in front of Lincoln and Bruce. The masked man had big round glasses on his face, like a blind eye. Big-eyed owl.

The assassin was so skilled that the security personnel of Wayne Group were killed instantly. The small flying knife he threw accurately hit Lincoln in the abdomen. Blood continued to pour out of his body, and he lost too much and went into shock after a while.

For a moment, the only people standing in this room were Bruce and the assassin in front of him.

The sound of the alarm alerted both Tim, who was at work, and Lucas, who came to Wayne Group to sit there for nothing.

"Wow wow wow, what happened?" Hope's hair exploded.

"Oh no! That death notice!" Lucas reacted immediately.

"This is the Wayne Building..." Tim's face darkened. He didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to directly attack the Wayne Building.

"Let's go!" There was no time to hesitate at this time. Tim and Lucas quickly ran to the floor where Bruce was.

Although only the two of them were still awake, Bruce looked seriously at the owl-like assassin, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the lake, because the Owl Court that he had sworn did not exist actually appeared.

Of course he will not be killed by the assassin without mercy, but as Bruce Wayne, he can only win like luck. Bruce also hopes to find out more information from the assassin.

The two of them were going back and forth, the sword light corresponding to the fist wind, but Bruce soon discovered something was wrong with the assassin. His casserole-sized fists hit people with great force. The criminals in Gotham were beaten to tears by Bruce. , there was almost no fluctuation in the assassin's strength, not even a cry of pain, as if he was facing a corpse without pain, not a living person.

During the battle, Bruce seized an opportunity and ducked behind the assassin. His thick arms captured the assassin in an instant and strangled his arm tightly.

Bruce is increasing his strength little by little. Eleven pounds of force is enough to break a person's neck, but now he has exerted at least a hundred pounds of force, and his assassin is still vigorous.

When Bruce was shocked, the assassin also seized this opportunity and plunged the knife into Bruce's body.

The black suit was quickly stained red by the blood flowing down, and Bruce felt dizzy. He immediately realized that there was a drug on the knife.

Bruce has no superpowers, he is just an ordinary person. When the drug takes effect, he will inevitably lose consciousness for a moment.

"Bruce Wayne, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to death, to be executed immediately."

The assassin kicked Bruce out of the window.

Falling from a height would not kill Bruce.

The Wayne Building was built in 1888 by Bruce's great-grandfather, Allen Wayne. When this magnificent building was erected, Allen Wayne also insisted on building twelve gargoyles on its outer walls. Statues, he believes that each statue guards a road leading to the city. Although this sounds superstitious, who can guarantee that this will not save the lives of his descendants.

If these gargoyle statues could be used, Bruce could save himself in the air, but the assassin seemed to really not intend to let Bruce go, and jumped down together.

The assassin saw through Bruce's mind and fought with him in the air, preventing Bruce from approaching the area where the gargoyle was.

I have missed the first circle of gargoyles, and I am about to reach the area where the five gargoyle statues are, where my falling speed will reach the limit...

The closer you get to death, the harder it is to think calmly, and Bruce thinks about his chances of survival.

"Another Wayne." The assassin approached Bruce, his breath as cold as a poisonous snake.

"You seem to know Wayne very well..." Bruce narrowed his eyes at the assassin and suddenly punched the assassin in the face.

"You know that Allen Wayne built twelve statues, but you didn't know that his son Henry Wayne built the thirteenth statue." Bruce fell heavily on the thirteenth gargoyle, and he ignored it. Instead of looking at the internal injuries caused by the fall, he looked at the assassin who fell to the ground.

As luck would have it, a car happened to be parked in front of the Wayne Building, and the fallen assassin fell on the roof of the car. With the blessing of strong and heavy potential energy, the car exploded.

Bruce looked at the fire below seriously, he could already smell the conspiracy.