Martin Variety in American Comics

"Test, test, one, two, three... Martin, can you hear me?"

After Martin walked away from the safe house on foot, Barbara's voice came from the communicator.

"Could it be that the communication system has been attacked again?"

He stopped and looked around, worried that the attack on the communication system might expose the location of the safe house.

"No, I'm just worried that if you become a wizard, the surrounding electronic equipment will fail, so I'm experimenting."

Martin said with a black face: "Sister, you've watched too much Harry Potter. And even the wizards in Hogwarts are not so outrageous!"

"Haha, so you can't?"

Barbara's awkward laughter came from the communicator, and she whispered: "This is the first time I've seen a real wizard, and I'll have experience next time. By the way, can you become Harry Potter?"

"Maybe, I can't say for sure."

Martin didn't want to talk about it, and changed the subject and said: "From now on, I will cut off the communication. I will contact you if I have something to do. If you have something to do, just leave me a message."

Barbara was surprised: "Even the communication has to be cut off. Can your opponent cast spells through sound?"

"At least I can!"

Barbara took a breath and said in shock: "I understand. I promise not to contact you and will notify others."

"Keep an eye on the Assassin's League. They won't be willing to suffer a loss."

Martin hung up the communication, stopped a taxi, and reported where he was going.

"Pay first, drive later!"

The taxi driver had no reaction to Martin dressed as a wizard, but just stretched out his hand for money.

Martin suppressed his smile and said, "If you don't use the meter, how do you know how much to pay? What if you cheat me? What should I do?"

"If you don't pay, get off the car!"

The driver patted the iron fence separating him and the passengers and said impatiently, "Gotham is in such a mess now. If you get off the car and run away, I can't get the money even if I blow your head off with a shotgun!"

Martin nodded helplessly and took out a hundred dollars and handed it over: "If it's not enough, we'll talk later!"

"Pah!"

The driver checked the authenticity of the banknote in a way Martin had never seen before, then stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly on the road, turning on the radio.

Martin was no longer surprised by the wildness of Gotham taxi drivers. He pricked up his ears to listen to today's news.

"Last night, the gangsters who have been entrenched in Gotham for many years, Carmine Falcone, Sal Maroni, Two-Face Harvey Dent, and Black Mask Sean Romanis were captured by the mysterious man and sent to the Gotham Police Department.

Although the police department did not reveal the identity of the mysterious man, everyone believed that this was another miracle created by Batman. The live broadcast about 'Bruce Wayne is Batman' is all rumors..."

"I said, how could that rich businessman be Batman. Who would risk death and fight with the lunatics in Arkham Asylum without enjoying a good life?"

The driver slapped the steering wheel, as if he had grasped some extraordinary truth.

Martin listened quietly to the news broadcast on the radio. This matter had nothing to do with him. It was probably the news agency under the Wayne Group that made the effort.

In this way, although the traces of Martin's actions would disappear, Alfred still used his actions last night to temporarily suppress the riots of the local gangs in Gotham.

When the news on the radio was over, the driver drove the car to the place.

Martin turned his head and looked outside. Under the gray sky, the vast public cemetery exuded a gloomy atmosphere, and the large trees on the edge of the cemetery looked like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.

"We're here, get off quickly."

The driver urged impatiently, not wanting to stay in this place for a moment.

Martin shook his head and got off the car, leaning on his yew cane, and strode into the cemetery.

He walked among the tombstones, passing through the shadows reflected by the skylight, and felt that the surroundings were so quiet that it made people palpitate, and even the sound of the robe dragging on the ground and rubbing against the grass could be heard clearly.

His eyes swept over the tombstones of different styles, remembering each name in his heart.

Martin actually had a judgment in his heart about what happened this morning.

There are certainly not a few people or things related to magic in Gotham, but only the Court of Owls and their master, Barbatos, can lock up such a large number of souls and summon such deep darkness.

Martin didn't want to face the great devil Barbatos right now.

But just as he said to Barbara, in the world of magic, once you notice something, the other party will follow you like a shadow, especially a great devil-level figure like Barbatos.

He didn't want to defeat and didn't have the ability to defeat Barbatos. He just wanted to find the Court of Owls.

Although Barbatos could stir up trouble in the dark multiverse, he couldn't cross the boundary between light and darkness at any time.

As long as he cut off the other party's black hand that reached into the light multiverse, he would not be able to threaten Martin in a short time.

This period of time may be very short for an immortal species like Barbatos whose life is almost infinite, but it is more than ten years or even decades for earthlings.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Martin could actually wait for the Court of Owls to come to him.

He was looking for Barbatos's lackeys, and Barbatos would not let him go.

It's just that Martin doesn't like to be passive, so he has to take the initiative to attack and kill the other party first.

The owl court likes amber gold and wine god factor to transform some specific people, making them become physical immortal, and always listen to the "claws" they conducted.

Ye Yi's Grandpa was one of the victims, and was ordered by the owl court to kill a ancestor of Bruce.

With Barbatos, Martin couldn't start from the perspective of the soul, and found the place where the soul was restrained.

And even if he found those souls, they may not be with the owl court.

But the corpse is not the same. Whether it is successful or failure, the owl court must pass the bodies.

After all, amber gold and alcoholic factor are not big roads everywhere, and the owl court cannot afford meaningless consumption.

"William Cob!"

After Martin turned the entire cemetery, he finally found the tombstone of Ye Yi Zeng.

This tombstone that established more than a hundred years ago was only short, and the erosion was eroded by the wind and rain, and there were traces of peeling in many places.

"Fortunately, there is a name left."

He raised the purple -shirt and wooden cane, and drew a circle on the name carved on the tombstone, recite softly:

"The name of forgotten, the lost body, turned into a flying wing, and found the soul sinking into the dark soul ..."

In the sound that can be calm, the blurred name on the tombstone suddenly moved, shaking into a butterfly, turning around Martin for three laps, and then flew out.

Martin did not follow up for the first time, but waited for the steady direction of the butterfly that this name was fascinated, and then showed a satisfactory smile.

"It seems that my name magic can be used normally in this world!"

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