Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 63 Lead Pipes in the Roman Empire (Thanks to Alliance Leader Devil of Destruction)
If you had to describe the first impression, Batman would choose without hesitation: owl.

Or rather a golden owl inlaid with gems.

It was different from the empty floor covered with cobwebs that I had imagined.

The thirteenth floor was extremely luxurious. Contraband ivory and tiger skins were spread on the ground like rags. Historical shields and oil paintings were hung on the walls. Even the candlesticks seemed to be worth a fortune.

"This... an owl? How is that possible?"

Batman lost his composure a bit.

Du Mu looked at Batman strangely: "Is there any problem?"

It’s just an enemy’s lair with strange decoration. Shouldn’t Batman now calmly start collecting information?
Batman was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "I seem to know who our enemy is..."

"They should be called...the Court of Owls."

Court of Owls?
Although Du Mu had only seen the movie and early animation, he occasionally saw this name in the comment section of some videos. He just regarded it as an ordinary Batman villain and didn't take it seriously.

"When my parents just passed away, I didn't want to accept it. I didn't want to accept that they just took me out for some fresh air, and I was robbed and killed by a street thug just like that."

Batman turned on the small flashlight in his hand and shone it on every decoration in the floor, paying special attention to the symbols or patterns that symbolized the owl.

"I suspected there must be a conspiracy theory and someone behind this, so I did everything I could to investigate..."

"Finally, I traced it back to the Court of Owls based on a nursery rhyme popular in Gotham."

Batman did not repeat the nursery rhyme. He moved closer to observe a piece of armor. The style of this armor was obviously built according to the elements of owls. The nose part had an owl's beak, and the lenses of the eyes imitated the round face plates of owl's eyes.

"I thought I was getting closer to the truth... but in the end I got nothing. From then on, I vowed that I would no longer be affected by emotions, but would use reason to solve problems."

Batman didn't stare at the armor for too long before turning his attention elsewhere.

"But now, I realize that I was right when I was a child."

"It's just that I was too weak at that time... and too easily deceived."

After saying this, Batman began to collect information seriously, not leaving out any corner.

Du Mu closed his eyes and tried to feel the specific source of the unknown radiation.

Unfortunately, even after reaching the mysterious thirteenth floor, and even though he had found the lair of this mysterious organization as if he had solved the mystery, Du Mu still found it difficult to locate the source of the radiation.

Again, too weak.

It is so weak that only the influence over many years can change a person at the subconscious level.

But the problem is that its scope is too large.

Almost covering the entire city...

No wonder there are so many psychopaths in Gotham.

For normal people, this energy will only make them feel irritated occasionally, and once they regain their rationality, it will not have much impact on their behavior.

But for people who are already suffering from neurasthenia and extreme sensitivity, this is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

In a confused mind, one is inevitably led towards mania, extremes and evil.

Could it be that the radiation source emitting special energy is really mixed into the building materials?
Suddenly, Du Mu seemed to have some feelings.

He looked at the armor that Bruce had just been staring at.

It seems that the energy in this armor is really more concentrated.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

After focusing his attention on the armor, Du Mu discovered that he could actually hear the heartbeat coming from inside.

Is there someone inside? But why is the heartbeat so weak?
With Du Mu's current hearing, Batman's heartbeat sounds as clear as a drum set, but the heartbeat inside the armor sounds like a bass played with the lightest force under a quilt.

Ever since Du Mu gained magical powers, he has never heard such a weak heartbeat.

He walked up to the armor, reached out and took off the armor's mask.

Suddenly, a young face appeared.

Du Mu threw away his helmet: "There really is someone."

But this person didn't react at all, he closed his eyes and didn't move.

It's like... falling into hibernation.

No wonder the heartbeat is so weak.

Batman was attracted by the movement on Du Mu's side. When he returned, he saw that there was someone in the armor he had just approached, and his face darkened.

I was too careless. If the opponent had just launched a sneak attack, I might have been hit.

This is a lesson. From now on, I must confirm every location where people can be hidden and not take any chances anymore.

After warning himself, Batman also noticed the other party's strange behavior. He reached out to feel the man's pulse, then took off his gloves to feel the other party's body temperature.

Finally, he put on his gloves again, reached out and fumbled on the wall behind the armor, and pulled out a plug.

"The armor has its own cryogenic device. This person is in hibernation."

Dropping the plug, Batman pulled a thin coil of rope from his belt and began to wrap and tie the other man around.

Although he was frozen here by someone else and did not seem like the mastermind but more like a prisoner, he was definitely an insider and must know some information.

Du Mu let Batman do the work, but still asked, "Did you gain anything else?"

Batman nodded and said, "It's a great harvest. Our operation must have caught these people off guard. They didn't prepare or clean up anything."

"Although they were very careful not to leave any obvious traces, I still got a name by comparing the cut cigar head tags in the trash can, the shoe prints on the ground, and the collection in the wine cabinet."

"Joseph Powell."

Du Mu had no reaction to the name. He would only recognize Batman if he said Bane or Penguin. He couldn't even name such an upper-class person in Gotham.

Suddenly, the hibernating man tied by thin ropes suddenly opened his eyes, curled up his body, and kicked towards Batman with all his strength, like a rabbit kicking an eagle.

Batman reacted quickly and dodged sideways immediately. But the hibernating man seemed to be feinting, and with the inertia of his raised legs, he rolled backwards and distanced himself from the two men.

Batman said in a deep voice: "Don't even think about escaping. Tell me, who are you serving? Is it Joseph Powell?"

The hibernating man had no expression on his face. He just looked at the ropes on his body, suddenly exerted force, and with a click, he untied his shoulders.

The dislocated arm gave him more room to move, and he was able to free himself from the restraints in just a few breaths.

Du Mu looked at the scene casually without any reaction.

Because in his eyes, the hibernating man did not escape his control at all, he just ran from the left side of his palm to the right side.

In comparison, Du Mu made a more important discovery.

I seem to have found the source of those special energy radiations.

How should I put it...it feels like déjà vu.

It turned out to be a water pipe.

What about lead water pipes in the Roman Empire?
If the people from the Court of Owls were not here, Du Mu would almost doubt whether this had anything to do with the Assassin's League that destroyed Rome.

(End of this chapter)