Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

Bruce was holding on to the white marble wall, panting constantly. His exposed chin was already covered with stubble, his steel-blue pupils were full of exhaustion, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Bruce knew that he had been in this huge maze for almost a week. If he didn't find a way out as soon as possible, he would really be trapped here alive.

Bruce hid his figure in the darkness. He saw the light ahead, but he would never pass by. They wanted to lure him out, but it was safe to stay in the dark.

"Here it is again, I'm going in circles."

Bruce looked at the fountain in front of him. In the fountain stood a huge owl statue. Clear water leaked from the beak and fell into the fountain.

Bruce was close to collapse, reaching his physical and mental limits.

In a daze, he seemed to be back in Wayne Manor. The butler served him a cup of coffee. Bruce picked it up and took a sip. It was sweet and sent a warm feeling throughout his body.

He suddenly came back to his senses and found himself lying beside the spring, feasting.

The spring water here seemed to have some magical effect, soothing his almost collapsed spirit and bringing him a feeling of ecstasy.

Bruce stood up suddenly and his eyes became wary again. There must be something wrong with this water. He must not be addicted!

He was back in the darkness again.

More than ten minutes passed.

Lucas and Damian stood in front of the owl statue, with a hint of green mixed in the golden water in their eyes.

The sweet smell came from it, constantly tempting Lucas, but he knew there must be a trick.

"It's exactly the same scene as I remember." Lucas said complicatedly.

"What is this thing?" Damian looked at the rolling golden pool water.

A vague concept appeared in Lucas' mind.

"...Amber gold," he said.

"You are indeed hiding a lot of things." Damian turned to stare at Lucas, who was wearing a pure white mask.

Just now, Lucas stopped him and said that there was a safer way. He pressed the phone a few times, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. Although the surrounding environment did not change, Damian just felt that something was wrong. Something happened.

"This is the impression space of Gotham." Lucas just said casually.

Lucas didn't do nothing when he came to Gotham, but explored the city's secrets. This was something he had wanted to do for a long time. If he wanted to understand a city, Impression Space was undoubtedly the top priority. .

Compared with the Impression Space in New York in Hell's Kitchen, the entrance to Gotham's Impression Space is everywhere. Yes, you can enter Gotham's Impression Space at any time and anywhere.

Moreover, Gotham's impression space is exactly the same as Gotham in reality. If it weren't for the vague sense of distortion in the air, Lucas would even feel that he was not in the impression space at all.

Isn't this strange? It's a pity that so much happened before Lucas could further explore the secrets behind Gotham.

However, now this feature has become an advantage that can be exploited.

"Is this the secret between you and Derek?" Damian snorted.

He does sometimes disdain to say it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know.

"Did Bruce and Dick find out too?" Lucas was stunned for a moment.

"How could father not notice it? As for Grayson, he didn't pay attention."

Although Damian said this, Lucas felt that Dick might not have noticed it, but his caring family members did not choose to ask directly.

"I know," Lucas sighed.

"There are indeed signs that someone has been here." Damian knelt down, resting his hands on the ground, and carefully looked at the faint golden water marks on the ground.

"It looks like someone drank the water here and struggled to leave..." Lucas analyzed and looked at Damian.

"Let's go!" Damian immediately ran in the direction of the water mark.

However, when the two ran into the maze, they were stunned by the golden water marks everywhere.

Lucas looked at these messy traces with confusion, "He must have been wandering around here for a long time..."

Damian let out a long sigh, "Continue."

Suddenly, a bright light lit up in the originally dark place, and the two of them raised their arms in unison. Damian quickly adapted to the sudden bright light.

"These are..." He frowned.

I saw pictures hanging on the walls, all of them were people trapped here, with expressions of fear and helplessness on their faces.

There happened to be a camera on the ground, and it must have been the one that captured these painful faces.

"Bruce..." Lucas walked to the last photo and saw a very haggard Batman, who looked like he was about to collapse.

"Father is right here." Damian pursed his lips, "These damn villains hiding in dark corners..."

He mumbled a Middle Eastern expletive at the end that Lucas didn't hear clearly.

"Let's go. At least we can be sure that Bruce passed by here." Lucas's expression was not good, because judging from the photos, Bruce's condition was quite bad. Compared with these people who were once trapped here, it was not much better. go.

The two continued to move forward, and what they saw before them was a miniature model of Gotham City.

"It's like declaring that they are the masters of this city." Lucas looked at this scene solemnly.

"Humph, it's just a boring trick." Damian would not be swayed by this kind of thing, and he stepped over these miniature models without hesitation.

Lucas looked helplessly at his retreating figure and chased after him, "Wait for me."

Maybe it would be nice to not have to think so much sometimes, he thought.

After the miniature city, there is a huge room with claw patterns painted on the walls, and neat red coffins on the ground, with a picture of a child placed on each coffin.

"Could it be that the Court of Owls abducted these children and then trained them to become killers?" Lucas guessed.

"...This is a very normal practice. Only by nurturing them in childhood can they be trained into murderous weapons." Damian hugged his chest and commented expressionlessly.

Before coming to Gotham, he was the young master of the Assassin's League. Damian knew exactly how the Assassin's League trained its members.

"Nothing to fuss about," he said.

It's really nothing to be surprised about. Lucas's expression didn't change. This was much better than brainwashing a normal person into a dog.

Two people who were experienced in some way carefully explored the room and found a very remarkable photo.

"Dick?" Lucas looked at Dick's picture in shock.

The boy with black hair and blue eyes showed a bright smile to the camera, and the arc of the smile was no different from that of his grown-up self.

The final piece of evidence is the name written under the photo - Dick Grayson.

"Grayson is from the Court of Owls?" Damian looked strange.

"Impossible." Lucas retorted subconsciously, but he quickly hesitated. There are many possibilities in parallel worlds. Although the Dick he met was Bruce's adopted son and the first Robin, it really couldn't be Make sure a certain Dick doesn't become the Claw of the Court of Owls.

Lucas remembered Dick's warm embrace and meticulous care. At least, he didn't want to believe that Dick in this world would be the claws of the Court of Owls.

Naturally, Damian didn't want to believe this possibility, but he was calmer and his immature face was cold.

Damian's mobility was high and he quickly found another Grayson.

"William Grayson." Doubt flashed across his eyes for the first time.

Don't think that Damian usually has a dismissive attitude towards his brothers. In fact, before coming to Gotham, he used the power of the Assassin League to investigate them. Because of this, Damian Know that the name William Grayson belonged to Dick's great-grandfather.

However, when Damian looked at the face of the young man in the coffin, he had to say that their facial features were indeed very similar, and it was obvious that they were related by blood.

"Perhaps Dick is just being targeted." Lucas walked to Damian's side. "You have been with Dick for longer. You should make your own judgment as to whether he is a claw."

"If Grayson was a traitor, I would have realized it a long time ago." Damian said.

He only trusts his own judgment.

Damian lightly glanced at William's face and narrowed his eyes slightly. If Dick is the target of the Court of Owls, just come over and he will deal with them well.

"Well, let's talk about Dick when we get back. The most urgent thing to do now is to find Bruce." Lucas said.

Damian still understood what was more important, so he didn't get too entangled and said simply, "Of course I know about this kind of thing, let's go quickly."

Unconsciously, Damian got used to the feeling of Lucas acting together.

There is nothing worth investigating here anymore.

When the two returned to the room full of photos, there were actually a few more photos on the wall. It was Batman, but now he looked more desperate and haggard than before.

To make matters worse, there was a messy pool of blood on the ground, extending deep into the maze.

"Bruce was here just now! We missed it." Lucas looked at the marks on the ground with a glimmer in his blue eyes.

"Suffer death!" The claws appeared behind Batman, and the sharp blade pierced Batman's body. "The Court of Owls declares that your death sentence has come."

Talon smashed the camera in Batman's face, "Have you touched the camera? You have no chance to take another picture."

"Come on, audience, tell me loudly, which way do you want to see Batman die?"

"Break his neck!"

"Drain his blood!"

"Remove his limbs!"

"Take out his spinal cord again! Hahahaha..."

This time, Batman finally saw the people here.

They were dressed like upper class people, each wearing an owl mask, and there was even a child holding a doll.

Is this the owner of the dark side of this city? They meet regularly, and a few casual conversations can determine a person's life or death...

Bruce can't believe that such an organization has existed in Gotham for so long.

A childish voice sounded, but its content was quite vicious.

"Keep torturing him, don't stop!"

"Why don't you stop?" Damian appeared like a ghost, a small ball rolled on the ground, and a large amount of smoke quickly emitted.

"What? Why is Robin here?"

"How did he get in?"

"This is impossible!"

The group of owls looked in panic at Damian, who had completely unexpectedly appeared here. The smoke had completely covered their vision, and Damian was like a ghost in the smoke. Every time he made a move, a wave of smoke appeared in the smoke. He let out a scream, further irritating this group of self-righteous owls.

The crisis of the masters prevented Blade from continuing to concentrate on fighting Batman, and Batman, who noticed his willingness to leave the battle, could not let Blade support those members of the Court of Owls, so he stopped Blade.

Now, the tables have turned.

"Lucas and their coordinates have been restored!"

At the same time, Tim said excitedly as he noticed the locator restoring the connection.

"Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo..." Damian sneered and kicked off the owl mask. Looking at the panicked face, the force on his foot increased a bit.

"The Court of Owls needs to be on guard, watching all day and all night. Plaster walls and granite, hiding in the dark. Gotham is ruled by him, and there are guards at the bedside and stove. His name must not be mentioned, otherwise the claws will be taken. Your head."

Lucas recited this nursery rhyme sung on the streets of Gotham, came to Damian, and looked down at the members of the Court of Owls who were knocked to the ground.

"Are you the ones who made up this nursery rhyme?" he said.

If you take off that mask, you will find that behind the owl are just a group of ordinary people. It's just that they have money and power in their hands, so they can manipulate the people in this city arbitrarily.

It's really not a powerful enemy, not even comparable to the test he received in New York.

Just when Lucas was feeling disappointed, Scott couldn't help but open his eyes wide when he saw him, "You...it's you..."

"You know me?" Lucas looked down at him.

Scott swallowed, "Why do you want to deal with us, Son?"

When this word was uttered, Damian and Bruce who rushed over couldn't help but focus on Lucas.

"Why do you call me that?" Lucas grabbed the man's neck, lifted him up, and asked with a sense of oppression.

"Uh...I...I can't say..." Scott grabbed Lucas' arm uncomfortably, his face turning red.

"Can't say?" Lucas looked expressionless and tightened his hand little by little.

"Uh...uh..."

"Lucas!" Batman said, "Do you want to kill him?"

Lucas woke up as if from a dream. He let go of the man in his hands and looked at his hands suspiciously.

Was I affected just now?