American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

I did not give the court any orders to attack this restaurant.

Or is this some other kind of claw?

Surely the Bowles couple didn't actually die?

No, it happened so suddenly...

"Run!" Before Wang Baixi could finish thinking, Lincoln grabbed Wang Baixi's sleeve and pulled him toward the emergency exit.

Of course, without him saying it, Wang Baixi escaped faster than anyone else.

Nigelluda!

He covered his head with his hands, bent over, and moved among the overturned tables and chairs, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lincoln March stopped where he was standing, and then pulled out a dinner knife from somewhere.

At this moment, his legs trembled slightly, yet he still stood in front of the claws, hissing at the guests who hadn't run far:

"Head west! Use the fire lane!"

boom! !

A heavy, muffled thud.

As a result, Lincoln was sent flying by a single slap.

Just as the claws were about to strike Lincoln, a dark shadow suddenly appeared again.

Claw looked at the figure in front of him and subconsciously took two steps back.

The person who arrived was none other than: Batman!

In a flash, Batman suddenly appeared and knocked Claw away. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, using his shoulder to push Claw's chest, sending him flying straight off the rooftop's steel railing. The two of them fell into the darkness below.

Chapter 103 A Clever Move Backfires

When Wang Baixi opened his eyes again, what came into view was a dark alley with only a narrow strip of sky above it cut off by the walls on both sides.

"Awake? How are you feeling, Batman 002?" a voice called out.

Wang Baixi struggled to move his neck and saw the owner of the claws hanging from a rusty fire ladder deep in the alley, while Tim Drake stood beside him with his arms crossed, looking down at him.

“I admire Bruce. He can survive in such a harsh environment while wearing such a bulky suit. Robin, did you bring me here?” Wang Baixi struggled to sit up.

"The accurate verb is 'drag'. You know, someone almost tried to take off your mask and see what Batman really looked like."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do, there are just too many people in the city district. But don't worry, I already cut my face to resemble Lex Luthor before the emergency change, no one will suspect us." Wang Baixi held out a hand. "Come on, lend me a hand, my back is about to break."

Tim didn't reach for his hand; instead, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the ground.

"Did you get any answers?" Wang Baixi began to stretch his neck.

Tim tilted his head toward the claw. "This guy's tongue has been cut off. I must say, the court did consider things quite thoroughly in some ways."

“Damn the court and Harry's Circus, they’re inhuman.” Wang Baixi dusted off his armor. “Alright, let’s talk in the car. We’ll take this guy with us and deliver him to Mr. Freeze.”

"What car?"

"Don't mess around, I know that guy is nearby."

After saying that, Wang Baixi began to use his permissions and started remote intelligent driving.

Soon, the all-black Batmobile came to a stop at the alley entrance.

……

The Batmobile's engine hummed low in the Gotham night wind.

Wang Baixi sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel, driving along the route leading to the Mr. Freeze secret workshop.

“There’s something wrong with Lincoln March,” Wang Baixi immediately judged.

"What makes you say that?" Tim asked.

“First of all, the appearance of that Claw today was too coincidental, wasn’t it? It was almost like an extra show prepared just for us. We had just finished discussing the Court of Owls when Claw came out to silence us.” Wang Baixi stared at the road ahead. “This kind of precision cannot be explained by coincidence.”

"So you suspect Lincoln March has connections with the Court of Owls?"

“I didn’t think of it that way at first. But now, as I put all the details together, the more I think about it, the more something seems off.” Wang Baixi turned the steering wheel, and the Batmobile turned into a narrower side road. “First of all, he knows too much. The history, operating model, and composition of the Court of Owls—the things he talks about are things that many people can’t find in their entire lives.”

“Yes, this is definitely not normal,” Tim thought. “Perhaps he wants to preemptively control your perception of this matter.”

“That’s right. If I were an ordinary person, I might have been intimidated by him and thought that the Court of Owls was terrifying and all-powerful. Lincoln was such a good man, telling me that I might be being watched by the court. The most important thing is that the court actually showed up!” Wang Baixi said jokingly. “Everything proves his alarmist words, but he doesn’t know that I am now the leader of the Court of Owls.”

"From this perspective, he has actually made things worse," Tim thought to himself.

“Absolutely right, and I believe he is not only a member of the court, but also a traitor.”

"traitor?"

“Think about it, the Bowles were clearly dead, yet he proposed a theory of ‘faking their deaths to escape.’ He said the two bodies were doubles, that they hid deep inside the courthouse. On the surface, he was trying to give me a clue, but in reality, he was testing me. He wanted to see how I would react to the claim that ‘the Bowles are still alive.’”

"And then? What did you say?"

“I played along with his act of surprise.” A faint smile appeared on Wang Baixi’s lips. “But I think there is only one explanation behind this: he knew that the Bowers were indeed dead, and that he might have even done it himself, or even several other members of parliament. He just wanted to use this smokescreen to dispel any suspicions about him, or to distance himself from the court.”

"Your Majesty, your reasoning skills are getting stronger and stronger," Tim exclaimed sincerely.

"It's alright," Wang Baixi said smugly.

It would be even better if he could learn to be humble.

“Then this attack might have been orchestrated by him. It seems even you, as the leader, can't control all the claws. In that case, we need to go back immediately and see if he's dead or alive.” Tim continued, going on to say something else.

“No need,” Wang Baixi said. “Just send Huntress or Batwoman to check the situation. This guy has planned so meticulously, let’s not push him too far. I want to see what else he’s going to do. At least one thing is certain: he will definitely make sure he survives, or he will fake his death to escape.”

“He’s murdered so many court members, what else could his purpose be? To seize power, of course.” Tim frowned.

“It’s possible, but it could be more complicated than that,” Wang Baixi didn’t entirely agree with this view. “First of all, I didn’t find any information about him in the court’s files, and I’ve never heard Kelvin and his gang of henchmen mention Lincoln March. He could very well be a pawn secretly planted by the court.”

"You can check with Harry's Circus to see if there's anyone named him. As far as I know, Lincoln March was also an orphan."

“That’s a good idea. I could even dig up a list of claws directly from the circus.”

As the two were talking, the Batmobile drove over a bumpy road, its headlights illuminating the rusty wire fence ahead.

Tim suddenly had a sudden inspiration and said, "Do you think that if Lincoln March was involved in the plot to murder the council, could he also have some connection with Poison Ivy and the Riddler?"

Isn't that a bit far-fetched?

Wang Baixi was somewhat amused and exasperated: "While I also believe that things are generally interconnected, Robin, I don't think we can just make random connections. But speaking of the Riddler, have you connected him to Batman?"

“No.” Tim shook his head. “He’s probably still in the Middle East.”

"Then let's not bother him for now, let's handle it ourselves."

The Batmobile drove on for a while longer, and the two of them each sorted out their own thoughts.

Inside the carriage, only the low rumble of the engine and the rustling sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road could be heard for a moment.

Just then, a guy wearing a hooded sweatshirt suddenly rushed out from the roadside, carrying a small television set that he had just stolen from a van parked on the side of the road by smashing the window.

The other party was running too fast and didn't notice that there was an "armored SUV" around the corner, so it crashed head-on into the Batmobile's headlights.

Ah oh.

"Batman!!"

The man froze on the spot, nearly dropping the television set he was holding. He glanced at the Batmobile, then at the stolen goods in his arms, a complex expression on his face.

Tim rolled down the car window and leaned his upper body out of the car.

"Put your things down."

Without saying a word, the thief placed the television on the sidewalk, raised his hands, and walked backwards.

Tim sat back down in his seat, and Wang Baixi rolled up the car window for him. The whole process took no more than ten seconds.

Well, with Batman gone, I can take a short ride in his car and maybe catch a few criminals along the way. That sounds like a pretty comfortable life… but I bet it is.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The Batmobile turned into a quiet back alley and stopped in front of a brick wall covered in graffiti. The wall looked dilapidated, but after Wang Baixi pressed a button on the dashboard, it slowly slid to the sides, revealing a passage leading to an unknown destination.

This is the "back door" of Mr. Freeze's secret workshop. Unlike the front door, the back door is only secretly opened at night.

Even though they were driving, once inside, Wang Baixi and Tim could feel that the temperature around them was at least ten degrees lower than outside.

"Hey Victor, where's a parking spot?"

At that moment, Victor was standing in front of the workbench, drawing some kind of pale blue coolant from a sealed liquid nitrogen tank. When he saw the Batmobile suddenly drive in, he put down his equipment, took off his protective gloves, and walked towards them.

He put a finger to his lips.

“Nora just fell asleep,” Mr. Freeze said softly. “Be quiet.”

Wang Baixi and Tim exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously.

Chapter 104 is the Bat Lamp

The trunk of the Batmobile slowly opened.

The claw, which was tightly bound by Robin, was curled up in the trunk. Its mask had been mostly shattered in the battle, revealing a pale face that was almost bloodless.

His eyes were empty and calm, showing no interest in the fate that awaited him.

Mr. Freeze walked to the trunk, looked down at the new "experiment" for a few seconds, then reached out and grabbed the strap on Claw's shoulder, lifting him out of the trunk like a bag of potatoes.

"It's the claws again."

"That's right, it's claws again. You can use them for human experiments without hesitation."

"This is terrifying." Mr. Freeze, expressionless, hoisted his claws and turned to walk towards the hidden door deep inside the workshop that led to the underground laboratory.