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He walked a few steps away and pressed the answer button.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

“Dick, we have a operation tonight. The Owl Court’s hideout has been located, and we’ll be closing in before midnight.”

But right after saying that, Batman said:

"Is it inconvenient for you?"

He seemed to notice Dick's pause.

It was that one-second pause that caused Batman's tone to suddenly change.

Have fun tonight, kid.

The phone hangs up.

Dick listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver, paused for a few seconds, and finally smiled.

Chapter 83 The Three of Us Are Too Strong

Raya now lives in a converted campervan parked in a temporary parking lot outside the cemetery, next to the Harry's Circus touring trucks that haven't had time to be repainted yet.

Dick followed her up the folding steps of the RV and into the small space filled with warm yellow light.

"Sit wherever you like." Raya took off her coat and hung it on the hook behind the door, then bent down and took out two cans of Coke from the mini-fridge, handing one to Dick.

Dick took the Coke and sat down on the sofa by the window.

“Your car is much better than the one we stayed in during our tour back then.”

“That old car was totaled a long time ago.” Raya sat down opposite him, pulled the tab on a Coke can, and took a sip. “Brian was so angry that he spilled all the Coke on the hood and said he was going to burn it down.”

Dick chuckled twice, then brought up the circus again, "Raya, regarding the circus, I want you to understand that I don't intend to monopolize it. I will hand it over to the right person to manage. He's a shareholder in Wayne Enterprises, and also my ally, possessing extraordinary business acumen, and..."

“Dick,” Raya suddenly interrupted him.

"Ok?"

"Let's not talk about this now." She put the Coke can on the folding table, stood up, and walked over to Dick.

The car's roof lights shone down from behind her, gilding the edges of her red hair with a soft gold trim.

Then, she leaned down and gently kissed Dick's forehead before he could react.

“Seize the moment, shouldn’t you?” Raya whispered in his ear.

Dick instinctively raised his hand, his fingers touching her cheek, feeling a damp coolness in his palm. Only then did he notice the dried tear stain still clinging to the corner of her eye.

"You cried?"

“Yes,” Raya said, “I’m not as strong as you, Dick. We’re just ordinary people. We’ve witnessed the passing of one friend after another, and the departure of glorious days, but we’re still thinking about the present. Now, let’s not talk about the circus.”

Dick didn't say much. He silently pulled her closer to him and could feel her body trembling slightly.

Raya moved even closer, her forehead touching Raya's.

“Dick.”

"Ah."

She pulled her right hand out of Dick's palm, her fingertips tracing a path up his forearm, finally stopping at his shoulder.

At that moment, Dick could feel himself starting to breathe rapidly.

It doesn't make sense. He's clearly a womanizer who adheres to the three no's principle, just like Batman, so why is he acting like a virgin now?

"Raya, to be honest, I'm a little tired today."

“It’s alright, the night is still long, isn’t it?” Raya stopped moving, seemingly surprised by Dick’s reaction.

"Yes, the night is still long."

His gaze passed over Raya's shoulder, unconsciously sweeping over the RV's curtain that wasn't fully drawn.

The gap in the curtains was only two fingers wide, and he could see the gravel ground of the cemetery parking lot.

At that moment, a green light flashed through the gap.

what happened?

Was it his imagination? Or was it the afterimage of a moth?

……

Wang Baixi stood in front of an iron door that had been blown to the point where only half of the hinge remained, and kicked the door open with his foot.

"Owl Court, Daddy's Home!"

“When we get back,” Zatana’s voice came from the entrance of the passage, her tone less teasing than usual, “I’m going to add ‘excessive use of explosives’ to your performance evaluation.”

“I will object to this from the organization, Comrade Zatana, this is an abuse of power,” Wang Baixi said firmly.

It seems he needs to organize the Justice League to study the "Regulations on Government Procurement of Third-Party Quality Supervision Services for Construction Projects".

Getting back to the main point: Half an hour ago, Wang Baixi and Batman immediately split into two groups to launch a final offensive against all of the target's strongholds in order to close the net.

Batman led the team to cut in through the main tunnel directly beneath the old city, with Tim in charge of communications and coordination. With Mr. Freeze providing a significant boost, they made rapid progress and have already taken down six underground strongholds.

Wang Baixi led his team, with Cassandra and Zatana following behind, while his silly owl flew in front of them to guide the way.

They are currently located at an abandoned pumping station about forty meters underground in Gotham's East District, preparing to begin eradicating the city's parasites.

Just now.

[Sensing the aura of a high-level undead, experience points +570!]

"Wait a minute."

Wang Baixi stopped arguing with Zatana. He raised his hand to signal her and Cassandra to stop, grabbed Hedwig by the shoulder, and squatted down on a flipped concrete block. He took out his thermal glasses and looked around.

It would have been better if we hadn't looked, because once we did, we were shocked to find four sharp claws lurking on each side of the passageway in front of the pumping station.

"Eight of them, four on the left and four on the right, they're stuck in the narrowest part of the passage."

Eight claws, claws they'd never even faced before! The court certainly has a formidable army!

“Should I freeze them right away?” Zatana asked.

"No need, I just need to lure out those claws."

A few minutes later, Wang Baixi stood up from behind the cover and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"You bunch of unhygienic owls who just hole up in alleys! I'm standing right here, come at me if you dare!"

Zatana cooperated by using irony magic to "amplify" the sound waves, which crashed back and forth in the narrow concrete passage, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

The claws didn't move; they merely turned their heads slightly. It seemed this provocation wasn't enough. Wang Baixi wasn't in a hurry; he simply cleared his throat and adopted a more sincere tone.

“I know you can understand human speech. I have something here that I don’t know if you’d be interested in seeing. It’s a surrender document personally signed by Mr. and Mrs. Bowles. What, you don’t even listen to your masters anymore?”

Swish!

The heels of the front claws moved back half an inch in unison.

“It worked, they made a move,” Zatana whispered in Wang Baixi’s ear.

"Of course it's useful."

Wang Baixi smiled and continued to add fuel to the fire. "Then what are you still doing hiding in the back? Why don't you surrender and make me the ruler of the court!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leftmost claw could no longer hold back and rushed out of its cover, charging towards Wang Baixi's location. The remaining seven also launched their attacks almost simultaneously, with eight gray shadows erupting at the same time.

"Right now."

Wang Baixi shouted, and the three of them retreated simultaneously.

The claws pursued relentlessly, chasing them from the narrow passage all the way into the empty main engine room at the deepest part of the pumping station.

"Zatana, use irony magic quickly!" Wang Baixi shouted urgently.

"Magic? What are you going to do?"

“There are explosives planted by the clown here,” Wang Baixi sneered.

He had done his homework before he came; the Joker had planted explosives everywhere, and they had only cleared the most critical path.

Zatana understood what Wang Baixi meant. She raised her arm and drew a golden arc in the air.

"Detonate!"

boom!

The bomb blasted several large holes in the wall of the server room. Debris and concrete blocks rained down like a storm, instantly burying the two leading claws under the rubble.

The shockwave sent the claws flying, slamming them heavily against the wall on the other side of the main control room.

"Cassandra, it's up to you." Wang Baixi took a step back and shot several beams of light towards the smoke and dust.

Cassandra charged into the smoke without a word, her fist striking the jaw of a claw that was still reeling from the impact, and then she rolled over and delivered a knee strike to the other claw that was immobilized.

Within seconds, four of the six claws had fallen.

The dust from the explosion slowly settled down.

Wang Baixi crouched down and saw a claw, its body half-destroyed from the explosion, lying face up at the edge of the ruins.

His left arm and left leg were missing, and the blood flowing from the broken ends was a dark red liquid much thicker than normal blood.

"You...do you think you can stop the court's advance like this...?"

Wang Baixi looked down at him, waiting for him to say the things he had already expected.

"In a place where you can't see...we..."

The claw didn't finish its sentence.

Because Wang Baixi deftly threw an ice grenade onto his remaining half of his chest, the ice crystals exploded, sealing him and the rest of his unfinished sentence into the ice.

Meanwhile, Cassandra had also returned unharmed from the smoke, but her expression remained as cold as iron. She asked Wang Baixi in sign language, "How much longer until we reach the Court of Owls' lair?"

Wang Baixi responded in sign language, "Immediately."