The Court of Owls' members weren't exactly weak. They were, after all, some of Gotham City's most prominent oligarchs. They had official identities and could naturally use plenty of legitimate means to crush their opponents.
But that was in the past. Now their official identities faced even greater challenges. Forget Bruce Wayne's disappearance—where the hell had this damn Stark Industries and Osborn Group come from?
The two Starks were busy fighting each other and had no time for them, but old Osborn showed no mercy as he came down with heavy punches.
That old fox could actually be considered part of the generation before the Court of Owls' members. He was a pure, self-made tycoon who had descended from nowhere, and the instant the worlds merged, he realized that the zero-sum game had begun again.
The two cities had merged. The city one didn't usually live in was like an enormous cake; while one took bites out of that cake, the other side was also eating away at one's own city.
Whoever ate faster and finished off the other side first could turn around, swing a powerful fist, and punch them hard enough to make them spit back out what they had swallowed.
Osborn opened his bloody maw and simply devoured everything. Five minutes after the cities finished merging, all Osborn Group shareholders had already assembled. Anything that could be forcibly acquired was forcibly acquired; anything that couldn't was shorted first. Every notable name on the stock market was targeted one by one with underhanded schemes and dirty tricks.
For those he still couldn't handle, the White Gloves exposed and reported them, while the Black Gloves kidnapped their directors. If that still didn't work, they stormed their offices to steal their official seals or dumped manure outside the schools of