"You shouldn't have taken this job. That guy is the Judgment Knight. The abandoned hospital is full of darkness. This is his home turf.
"Look at the situation we're in now. The boss wants him alive, but we let him into the basement! He could die at that thing's hands, you know!"
Jonathan Crane pulled the straw mask off his head and slammed it onto the table, venting his resentment toward Uriah.
The psychology professor with an IQ of 189 had no desire whatsoever to associate with this rabble, especially the Immortal, Uriah Boone.
He felt that, aside from contributing to "wasting the Earth's limited resources," the man's long life had accomplished nothing.
If he had such a long life, he might already have unraveled the ultimate secret of human emotion. Then he would no longer need to peddle "fear toxin" everywhere and observe his subjects to fill out the data for his long-stalled paper.
On the other end of the radio, Uriah said nothing.
In hindsight, he really should not have agreed to Mayor Dominic's unreasonable request-to let the fake Green Arrow into the basement.
Yes, what these people were doing now was the exact opposite of their employer's commission. No wonder Scarecrow was so furious.
Uriah also thought the mayor's request was absurd, but when he saw that badge, he simply could not refuse.
It was a badge representing the Court. Its luster, its substantial weight-the loyal watchdog needed only a glance to know it was genuine.
The owls' long history and glory had been poured into that badge.
But he did not understand. The Court had already been destroyed, so where had this thing come from?
Mayor Dominic told Uriah the truth. Gotham's Court could be considered the headquarters, while the owls' blood had long since spread