Although there was a lot of applause in the banquet hall, most of the people who cheered for Bruce Wayne were elites from all walks of life who were alone.

The strength of this group of people gathered was actually very small.

And the few people on the stage who exchanged opinions with gloomy eyes and looked at Bruce Wayne on the stage with blue faces, they were the real controllers of the city of Gotham.

Those people are all famous members of Gotham, wielding vast amounts of power and power.

"Gotham's old industrial town is the most complex and dark place in the whole city, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and the forces and interests there are intertwined.

He wanted to rip off the whole piece of bad flesh of Gotham, which was commendable, but he was afraid that he could not afford the price of this move. ”

Catwoman frowned slightly, her expression slightly ugly.

It can be said that Bruce Wayne sensed the root disease of Gotham, but what he did was wishful thinking, wanting to uproot Gotham's underground forces in one go.

It's not just the underground......

"Gotham has long been black and white, but a dirty and mixed ash.

Bruce Wayne's plan is actually against the whole of Gotham. ”

Ron chuckled.

The water in this is too deep, and the interests involved involve the upper echelons of the entire Gotham.

"He was too reckless and impulsive." She commented regretfully, not optimistic about the progress of this plan, and even doubted that Bruce Wayne could save his life in the earthquake he set off.

"He's not reckless, he's just been emotionally pent up for too long."

Looking at Batman on the stage with deep eyes without the slightest fear, looking around and observing the audience, Ron played with taste.

Bruce Wayne looked at the audience, a confident smile on his face, quietly observing which one was showing obvious meaning to him.

He didn't know exactly how much antagonism the plan would provoke, but he was ready for it no matter what the situation.

No matter what the cost, he's going to get it done.

Even if the whole Gotham runs over, Batman will not be the slightest bit afraid.

Every day, he suppresses the surging darkness and anger in his heart, allowing himself to swallow others out of control.

He had endured it for too long, and he was ready to fight against everything.

"But...... He may not be fine. ”

Catwoman didn't know what to think, and her voice changed again.

"Why do you say that?"

"They have their own rules in high society, and they won't die easily."

Catwoman looked at the people in the banquet hall with disdain and said.

No matter how much wealth and power you have, you can take it away with a single bullet, but the Gotham hierarchy has its own rules, and they won't use this method unless they have to.

Some rules, once broken, will be completely broken.

Today you touch my interests, I will ask the gunman to kill you, tomorrow others will follow the same example, this method will die a lot, and the so-called famous nobles will no longer be so powerful and high.

Who would be afraid of a group of gangsters who can kill the characters, and how can they shock their gangsters.

"So, this group of guys at the banquet will definitely sit down and talk to Bruce Wayne first, and if they can't persuade him, they will at most stop his plan."

"Not necessarily ......"

Hearing Catwoman's speculation, he shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out.

Batman has already seen it, and he knows what will happen to Gotham next, and it is not interesting to stay.

"Not necessarily?"

Catwoman didn't understand what Ron meant, so she followed lightly and smiled very confidently.

"The master from nowhere, does he know the city better than I do?"

As a native of Gotham, she understands the darkness and laws of Gotham.

"The city's vast darkness, some of which you don't know anything about......"

Ron didn't look back.

What Catwoman said was based on the mutual jealousy of the Gotham higher-ups.

What if they were in the same group at all times?

"For example—the Owl Court."

"Owl Court?"

Catwoman was stunned, she felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

……

"Young master, something happened!"

Late at night, when the dinner was over, Bruce Wayne, who had been talking happily with the crowd, returned to the back house, and the old butler Alfred greeted him with a sad look, as if something bad had happened.

"What's the matter?"

"Young Master, have you heard of the Owl Court?"

"Owl Court?"

While untying the collar that tightened his neck, Bruce Wayne, who had drunk a lot of wine but did not have the slightest drunkenness on his face, looked serious and did not panic, and asked in retrospect.

"Alfred, why are you bringing this up?"

Alfred then led him briskly to the manor's study.

On the expensive desk in the study, a line of handwriting is burning.

"Bruce Wayne, you've been pronounced dead by the court!"

A sentencing letter is also a notice of murder, with a symbol of an owl's head underneath the handwriting.

"I thought the plan would be thwarted, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

Seeing this threat, Bruce Wayne raised his eyebrows, as if he saw someone else simply say hello to him, and smiled.

He had some of an idea of what would happen after the plan was released.

"It's not obstruction, they're going to kill you, young master." Alfred said with a worried look on his face.

"Watch out for the Owl Court, which keeps an eye on your travels.

Peeking into Gotham City in the dark, hidden in a low-walled attic......"

Bruce Wayne unhurriedly recited a strange nursery rhyme that had been circulating in Gotham for some time.

"Is this nursery rhyme about the fact that the owl court really exists?

Or does someone want to act under this pretense? ”

His eyes were cold and he muttered in a low voice.

……

Whew.

"I remember it as if there was a nursery rhyme that mentioned it."

On the windy highway, a coupe was driving at high speed, and Catwoman was driving the car, wondering.

That nursery rhyme has no beginning or end, it has been circulating in Gotham for a long time, and according to the content of the nursery rhyme, the Owl Court seems to be a terrorist organization.

"Is the Owl Court real?"

"Yes, it's not a nursery rhyme that scares children."

Ron sat in the co-pilot, casually looking at the scenery outside, and said.

The Court of Owls, a dark and powerful secret society, traces its origins back hundreds of years. Long before Gotham came along, the Owl Court had its own base.

From the beginning of the colonial era, they exerted their influence, consolidating power, expanding their power, and ruthlessly eradicating dissent.

The establishment of Gotham had their shadow, and they later moved their base to Gotham, and the members became famous members of Gotham, and it can be said that the Owl Court is the secret ruler of Gotham.

"What Bruce Wayne wanted to do, shook the fundamental interests of the Owl Court.

Gotham will be buzzing next.

Bats vs. owls......"

"Bat to owl?"

When Catwoman heard this, she wondered, the owl must be the owl court, but the bat refers to Bruce Wayne?

Why is Bruce Wayne a bat?

"Why do you say that?"

"What comes to mind when you think of bats?" Glancing at her, he said slowly.

"Batman." She immediately remembered the legend of the night that Gotham famous.

"Could it be...... Batman is Bruce Wayne?! ”

Catwoman, who was driving the car, was shocked by the news, and the steering wheel was crooked, and the car almost rolled over on its side.

The Night Knight, who likes to act at night and fights for righteousness, has planted two underground kings, and makes all underground forces fearful, is actually Bruce Wayne of the Wayne family, the richest man in Gotham?

"Wait a minute, all of a sudden it feels like Batman wouldn't be that great if he really was?"

She muttered to herself with a strange expression.

"It's not enough."

The car shook violently, his face did not change, and his fingers tapped lightly on the door.

"What's the point if things just go roughly the way they are."

He's going to add a fire and make things more interesting.

"To change the fate of Batman...... What would happen if Bruce Wayne's identity was permanently exposed? ”

However, there is no need to point it out.

Ron turned his head and asked Catwoman, confirming her suspicions.

"Batman, a native of Gotham, is a white male between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, one meter eight to one meter nine, with a trademark ass chin.

Wearing a multi-million dollar suit, he drove tens of millions of dollars in batmobiles and batmobiles to fight crime in the city, and from time to time he changed his equipment.

And these equipment can't be bought with money, unless there is an advanced military-industrial complex behind you, who can you think of? ”

"Cloth ...... Bruce wayne? ”

Catwoman summed it up, as if Gotham could only find Bruce Wayne who fit these traits.

The next day, Gotham Online.

An identical question, which caused a huge discussion!

"Batman is Bruce Wayne?!"