Uncle, Save Me!

"Kino, these Talons are as powerful as Frank's. My nephews are getting a really bad beating."

"Venom said."

"It must be because of the armor on his body; it provides heat and also enhances his strength. If Dick hadn't been careless and defeated at the beginning, he would have had a chance to win." Kino

"Are the birds and the hunter going to die? Let's hold a grand funeral!"

The next second, Harley got punched in the head.

"Harley, they're not dead yet!"

Pamela said irritably.

Damian's brother is one of those three; how could we let them die?

The Court of Owls also began to move, preparing to witness the horrific state of the Robin up close.

"Let's go too, the Court of Owls should be closing up," Kino said, and the group followed behind the Court of Owls.

"Ah!"

Dick suddenly woke up.

The wound on his back had been healed. He looked in the direction the sound came from.

Tim was already pinned to the ground by a Talons. He was good at using strategy and analysis to defeat his opponents, but he was the weakest of all the Robin in terms of physical combat.

Only Jason and Oliver remained, struggling to hold on, their bodies covered in wounds.

The bullets were long gone; Jason was armed with a combat dagger, and Oliver's bow and arrows had been shattered.

Dick steadied himself and stood up. Although his steps were still a little unsteady, he rushed towards Tim without hesitation.

"Nightwing, don't come any closer!"

Tim shouted.

"Let him go!"

However, Dick had already raised the short stick and struck Talons's temple with all his might.

But the Talons reacted extremely quickly, tilting their heads to easily dodge the attack.

Then, it suddenly threw a punch, slamming it into Dick's cheek.

Dick felt a sharp pain and was sent flying again.

"Nightwing!" Tim cried out in despair.

Dick crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to get up again, but found that he had no strength left.

The Healing Potion can only repair skin and flesh and minor bone injuries; injuries like a fractured spine can only be repaired with Limb Regeneration Potion.

Being able to stand up before was already a result of the Enhancement Potion and willpower.

Because of Dick, Jason and Oliver were distracted, giving the Talons an opportunity.

"Snap!"

A Talons grabbed Jason's arm and twisted it forcefully, a crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

Another Talons grabbed Jason's helmet and slammed it to the ground. The helmet shattered, and blood slowly flowed out, staining a patch of ground red.

"Ah!"

Oliver was struck hard on the leg by the spiked club, and his leg instantly twisted into a bizarre shape.

Ta-da-ta-da...

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the ground rang out, and the old man slowly appeared, accompanied by the people from the Court of Owls.

"Remove their masks," the old man commanded.

Several Talons brutally tore off their masks.

"Tim Drake, that prodigy."

"Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's adopted son."

"Oliver Quinn, a wealthy man from Star City."

All three, except Jason, are well-known.

"What were you thinking? You're living a perfectly good life as a wealthy person, why did you come here to oppose us?"

An owl looked at Oliver with some confusion and asked.

"To eradicate the darkness of Gotham."

Tim answered firmly.

"I want to kill you all."

Jason struggled to lift his head, his fierce gaze seemingly capable of piercing through the other person.

"It's normal for hunters to hunt."

Oliver gave a wry smile; he had truly failed this time.

"How did you find out about this place? And what's the deal with those hundred-plus Batman? Tell me, and I might make your suffering less."

The old man said indifferently.

"..."

No one spoke in silence.

"Turn them into Talons, then they'll say whatever they want."

"Wait, let them go, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

A weak voice broke the silence, interrupting the old man.

Dick leaned against the wall and swayed as he stood up. The effects of the drug were still taking hold, but every movement felt like he was enduring immense pain.

The mask on his face had fallen off, revealing his resolute expression.

"Child of Ash!"

"You should have been one of us."

"And I really didn't expect Bruce Wayne to be Batman."

The old man was somewhat surprised.

"What's the meaning?"

Dick had heard this phrase from Talons before.

The old man seemed more patient when facing the future Child of Ash, explaining:

"The Court of Owls has a program to recruit promising children from circuses and train them to become Talons, and your Haly's Circus is one of them."

The court intended to train you to be Talons, but after your parents died, Bruce Wayne preemptively adopted you.

You are the prophesied Child of Ash, destined to become the most powerful Talons.

"No, even if I hadn't been adopted, I would never have become Talons."

"Yes, your grandfather William Cobb was one of the Talons, and your fourth tooth on the left is proof of that."

The old man spoke with absolute certainty.

Dick put his fingers in his mouth; his teeth were a little loose from the blow, and he easily pried them out with a little force.

Dick placed the tooth in his palm, and his pupils contracted. Inside the tooth was a delicate owl pattern.

"So come here, Dick! The Court of Owls is your true home."

The old man tempted her.

Dick remained silent as he walked step by step toward the old man.

The old man's smile deepened.

Dick suddenly attacked, abruptly taking the old man hostage and threatening him sharply.

"Release them!"

The old man sneered, grabbed Dick's arm, and slammed him to the ground.

"I'm different from these useless people; I also received injections."

As he grew older, he began to fear death, so he now injects himself with a Talons potion to keep himself alive.

This blow also severely injured Dick's spine, rendering him unable to move.

"Take them all away."

The old man said.

Tim, pinned to the ground and facing utter Extremis, steeled his resolve and decided to take a gamble.

He took a deep breath.

"Uncle, help!"

The loud shout startled all the owls.

"What are you shouting? Your uncle isn't here."

"It was an owl," one of the owls said irritably.

"Who says he doesn't have any? His aunt and uncle both have them."

A voice came from behind the owl, a voice that seemed to carry a hint of mockery and amusement.

As the sound rang out, the Talons that were pressing down on Tim, Jason, and Oliver suddenly stood up.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by some unseen force.