Gotham Old Town was not much different from the original world.
The only difference was that every building had gargoyle statues on it. They were meant to symbolize protection, but among these old clusters of spired buildings, they only felt grim and eerie.
Especially on such a pitch-black night.
Miao Mu got out of the car. The Talon who had been driving in front got out as well and led Miao Mu toward a villa ahead.
The reason Miao Mu had not simply shot this guy dead was because of his name: Dick Grayson.
At first, Miao Mu had only found it vaguely familiar. It was not until he was loading bullets into the magazine that he remembered—wasn't this the eldest son?
The Bat-Family's eldest son, Nightwing, and also the first Robin. Later, he had gone solo and become the superhero of a neighboring city.
Obviously, in this world, Dick was a Talon under the Court of Owls. But that was normal; after all, his family truly had been a traditional Talon family.
His grandfather had been a Talon as well.
But after defecting, he had been captured again. He should still be buried in a coffin now, waiting for the moment he would awaken, return from the road to the underworld, and tear apart the Court of Owls' enemies.
"We're here. She's waiting for you."
Dick, dressed in a Talon's uniform, stood at the door like a statue. There was no change in his expression and no trace of emotion.
Miao Mu glanced around, then strode forward. He was rather curious about who had invited him.
More importantly, why had they invited him?
That was the question. Miao Mu twisted the patterned brass handle and pushed open the wooden door before him.
The house was bright and warm, even