"What the hell is that? Some owl freak? Don't tell me he's a knockoff Batman."
After a couple of looks from a distance, Killer Croc felt something was off. The guy over there was dressed like a giant owl, and his overall style looked a little like an imitation of Batman.
Was this another diehard Batman fan putting on some cosplay performance art?
Wait, why did I say another?
"That outfit... he's a Talon. So the Court of Owls really is involved in this?"
Beside him, Jack set Solomon Grundy down and quietly watched the figure in the distance.
As Zuo Ci's first employee, Jack actually knew a great deal. Naturally, that included the bunch of bizarre morons in the Court of Owls, so he recognized the man's identity at a glance.
At the same time, a few things clicked into place. No wonder this riot had come out of nowhere, without the slightest warning. It looked like they were behind it.
But that also raised an even bigger question in his mind: what were these idiots after?
Weren't they supposed to be a shadow government ruling from behind the scenes? Gotham was practically being demolished until there was nothing left. What the hell would they have left to rule?
After thinking it over for a moment, he gave up. He already knew they were idiots, after all. Any stupid thing they did was hardly surprising.
"Talon? What's that? His code name?"
Killer Croc knew nothing about the Talons or the Court of Owls, so seeing how well-informed Jack was, he casually asked.
"It's a pain to explain. Just think of him as an oversized thug for the Gangsters."
Killer Croc nodded in understanding. That was Jack for you, always explaining things so clearly.
Then Killer Croc eagerly rubbed his