owlsbooks 24.Cat Head Court
24.Cat Head Court
"Beware of the Court of Owls, watching your travels at all times. Watching Gotham City in the dark, hiding in the attic with low walls. He is with you in your home, in your bed and in your bed. Never mention his name, for the claws will Come and find your head." On the yacht, Carl slowly read this nursery rhyme that was familiar to Gothamites.
"The Court of Owls is just a legend." Victor said, standing on the bow of the ship. His armor and huge hood made him much burlier than ordinary people.
For the past few years and decades, everyone thought the Court of Owls didn't exist.But they existed hundreds of years ago or even earlier.
"In the eyes of many people, Batman is just an urban legend." Carl replied, "And it's the only legend this city needs."
"How are you going to prove their existence." Victor asked. He only believed in evidence, not rumors.
"Originally, I would have shown you some evidence, such as the 12-and-a-half-story secret room mezzanine hidden in some buildings in Gotham." Carl replied, "This is information that I can grasp the exact location, but it may risky."
If discovered exposed, the men of the Court will not hesitate to detonate the hideouts they have constructed.
"But now that we are here, things are much simpler." He said, "We can also visit the heir of one of the oldest families in the city. If you are lucky, he will tell you some hidden truths." .”
"Cobot." Mr. Freeze's calm tone was still there. "We are old friends. I have always wanted to see him once."
As the same kind of people who like ice, the relationship between them may be better than that between employer and mercenary.
In silence, the yacht sailed towards the Iceberg Club.
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Iceberg Club, due to the unique quirks of the owner, the temperature here is usually lower than in ordinary public places.
But today, the temperature may be a little too low.
Karl watched speechlessly as Victor swept into the Iceberg Hall from the shipyard with his freezing gun. Behind him was a series of stiff ice sculptures, while Harley watched these lifelike works of art with interest.
"I thought you were friends," he asked.
"That's right, this is how we communicate." Victor's tone was calm, without any ups and downs. "I froze his men and we told bad jokes together in the ice."
"That's it, your battle this time is a bit too big, Victor." A voice came from the top of the stairs, and Karl raised his head.
A short and oval figure stood at the top of the spiral staircase in the luxurious hall, looking down at them.
Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, heir to one of Gotham's oldest families and a gangster.
It is worth mentioning that Oswald is not as short as most cartoons. He is also close to 1 meters tall, but his obesity and his abnormal gait make him look a bit funny.
Perhaps to cover up his physical flaws, he wore a very high hat and a black special dress, and held an umbrella in his hand, which was his weapon.
This umbrella has many functions, such as discharge, winding, and shooting.Many people look down on penguins' fighting capabilities because of their appearance flaws, but in the end it is the penguins who win.
"We haven't had a good talk for a long time," Oswald said. "Ever since I found out about your escape from Arkham, I've been looking forward to your visit."
"But you came too openly. If the police come later, how should I explain to them the situation at the scene." He said, but did not show anger or similar emotions.
"The public likes to hear stories, Mr. Cobblet," Karl interjected. "You could just put some of your legitimate earnings into your private coffers and claim you were robbed - and you'd pay less in taxes. They'd love to hear about it."
"Ha, young man, I've never met you." Oswald smiled, "But I like your way of thinking, where did you come from."
"It's just a young man who was interested in archaeology, and Mr. Frith and I happened to have the same goals," Carr said. "This is Harley, she opened the door to Arkham."
He pulled Harry back, who was wandering in a daze, and prevented her from messing with the exquisite penguin sculpture, which made her unhappy.
"Ah, I heard that from the guys at Arkham," Oswald said, limping slowly as he walked down the stairs. "So you work for the Romans, and such people are not welcome here."
Hearing Roman's name, the mobile security guards around him almost subconsciously stretched their hands to their arms.
"Put your hands down." Penguin shouted, raising his hand and pointing his umbrella at Carl. "But I believe you are not just a trap, so you can just say what you want, and Penguin can get what you want." "
"In fact, we have nothing to do with the Romans." Carl replied. "We opened Arkham for our own purposes, and the Romans were just incidental."
An Arkham guard can be bribed by different gangs or characters, the Jokers, Penguins, Romans, etc.Sometimes they don't even know who gave the order and simply open the door.
This may be one of the reasons why Arkham can't imprison people at all.
"And what we are about to talk about is really not suitable to be discussed in this empty hall." He raised a finger to show the silence sign. "Be careful, someone is listening."
"Mr. Freese," he gestured.
Victor stepped forward - the guards around him looked at him nervously, lowered their heads and whispered something in Oswald's ear.
Almost instantly, Penguin's expression changed.
"Rather than courage, I think this is an act of suicide that doesn't know its own depth." Oswald sighed. "We are old friends, Victor, so I hope you stop here."
"They have what I want, and you know what I want." Victor replied coldly. "You know the truth, they say."
"If the legend is true, then it is true." Penguin responded, "But..."
"Come to my office first. These things are really not suitable to be discussed here." He sighed, turned and walked up the stairs, Victor following behind.
"Harry?" Carl turned around and asked, "Are you going to follow?"
"Hey, can you tell from their expressions what they were thinking a second before they were frozen?" Harley gently stroked the ice sculpture under the crystal penguin. "Their expressions are so funny...what are you talking about?"
She was always outside the situation.
"...You just have fun here, I'll come out to find you later." Karl waved his hand and followed.