"Bruce, you owe me for this!"
The Clone Thomas wiped the blood from his gloves with smug satisfaction and returned all the surgical instruments to their places.
If not for his lack of experience with plastic surgery, he would even have wanted to fix Qin Wei's swollen chin.
That handsome face ought to look even more charming with a butt chin added.
"He'll probably wake up in an hour. Remember, no drinking, smoking, or spicy food during this time."
After delivering his instructions, Thomas stepped out of the cabin and met Selina, who had been waiting outside.
"How is he?" Selina approached as the cabin door opened.
"Go in and see for yourself. This isn't an operating room, and there aren't any doctors here. No need to follow the script for everything." Thomas grinned roguishly and began humming a tune.
Tonight had truly been a delight. Just look at the mountain of Talon corpses piled in the rain. As far as he knew, these fellows accounted for half the Court's stock of enforcers.
To think the Court had painstakingly amassed resources for twenty years and launched Owl Night brimming with confidence, only to suffer yet another crushing defeat.
At that thought, Thomas could not help wondering: on Owl Night, the Talons always came out in full force. Half had died at Wayne Manor, so where had the other half gone?
Regardless, the Court had miscalculated this time.
Thomas even had ample reason to believe that when the night receded, the Court of Owls, that vast organization which had once entrenched itself in Gotham, would vanish from the world entirely.
In fact, his guess was entirely correct. Most of the Court members in Wayne Tower had already evacuated by helicopter.
The Court could actually have used the equipment in the Arms