I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

In the bat-shaped city night scene, two scarlet lights glow like eyes.

Edward really wanted to say "as if" the city was watching him, but the simultaneous responses from the nightmare memory and the dream sandbag told him that there was no such thing as if there was indeed a behemoth watching him in this city .

Barbatos.

It's Barbatos, but it's not just him. The power of the nightmare memory allows Edward to roughly perceive that someone is using some kind of short-term peeping instead of permanent existence.

who is helping him

Edward quickly organized his thoughts.

Barbatos No, Barbatos needs six kinds of metals to truly descend to open the passage to descend, it’s not him

So the one who controls Gotham?

Edward thought of the answer. It wasn't S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra that monitored him, but the Court of Owls, an invisible shadow that controlled almost the entire Gotham.

Edward knew that everything about Bruce Wayne was carefully planned by them, and they strictly forbid anyone to interfere with the progress of Bruce Wayne's fate.

His act of helping Bruce Wayne caught the attention of both.

Earth's court of owls was giving him the warning, and at the same time, the gaze of a multiverse-level being.

Edward looked at his car again and took the most normal action. Then he stopped and started to curse, "Can you drive? If you don't have eyes, are you blind?"

After scolding for a while, Edward turned around and left, without any anger or fear in his eyes, surprisingly calm.

Swearing is a must. To show the anger of an ordinary person about the destruction of the car, you must not show that you dare not speak out of fear, otherwise you will be noticed by the owl court.

On a building in Gotham, a man wearing a tight black battle suit with an owl-like face and alloy claws on his hands looked at a white supercar through the binoculars.

His name is Talon, the Executioner of Gotham.

Talon pressed the headset with his hand, and the order came.

"Let him go. He is related to that snake with many heads but few brains. He is their prey. Don't do anything this time. If there is a next time, kill him."

"Yes, I understand, I will return to the nest now."

"No, Salga's youngest daughter has a boyfriend. She wants to be a partner of justice. She wants to tell the court about it. Go ahead."

Talon glanced at the white supercar, turned and disappeared into the darkness of the city.

Tonight, the night is dark and windy.

It was already midnight when Edward returned to New York, and the beetle scanned it, and the bastard S.H.I.E.L.D. sneaked in again to install a camera.

His mind kept telling him to run quickly, and if he didn't run Stark would have to come and catch him to school, but Edward didn't take it seriously.

Stark has been missing for more than two months, and Stark Industries has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

That guy Obadai has been the acting president for two months, and he is comfortable. Stark came back suddenly, so he is so happy. There must be a fight between the two.

What's more, Stark announced the cancellation of the Stark Industrial Weapons Department as soon as he came back. Everyone in the company, up and down, left and right, and then official members, from Obaday to Rhodes, wanted to talk to him about it.

Edward couldn't believe that such a busy man still had time to come and catch him.

Edward felt a little sleepy, so he was not in a hurry to rest. First, he cleaned up the dust of some necessary items in the house, and took the opportunity to block the camera installed by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Stark Shores Villas in Wayne Manor.

Stark puts Jarvis on the phone

"I was just about to call you, and I said, why haven't I seen my Rolls-Royce Bat yet? Didn't you want to stay?"

Stark made himself a cup of coffee and whistled.

"Your decision today was hasty." Bruce was wearing pajamas, and the baggy pajamas blocked the gauze around his waist.

He looked at Stark with a more serious look, "There are many voices of opposition in Stark Enterprises. If you go out and realize it, why not sell the company to me? A Bat."

"Hehe, it's easy to sell to you. You should find a good person first. After all, the people under me will resign the next day." Stark crossed his legs and looked disdainful.

Stark Industries and Wayne Group have been competing against each other for so many years. The two sides may not say that they are incompatible, but the old employees of each other must ridicule each other when they meet. This kind of corporate culture may not be so good if it is really acquired. .

"It's okay, it's okay for Wayne Enterprises employees to take on multiple roles, it's definitely better than your original employees."

The door of Bruce Wayne's bedroom was suddenly opened, and someone walked in.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't want to interrupt your conversation, but you haven't eaten since you came back. If you have time to talk to Mr. Stark, I think you must be free to drink this glass of vegetable juice." Al Fred suddenly stepped out from behind Bruce and looked at the screen

"Oh, Mr. Stark, glad to see you're all right."

Bruce had no choice but to drink the vegetable juice from the tray.

"Afu, when I didn't show up, was the guy next to you thinking about how to steal my controlling stake every day?" Stark pointed at Bruce and asked.

"I don't know about this, but the month you disappeared, Mr. Wayne didn't eat breakfast for a month in a row." Ah Fu said.

Bruce handed Ah Fu the clean cup and motioned him to leave quickly.

Afu turned his head and left calmly.

"Haha, you are actually worried. Hey, wait, you don't have the habit of eating breakfast." Stark suddenly realized that he was being led into a ditch, but at this time, Afu had already closed the door and ran away.

Bruce wiped his mouth, "Is the light on your chest really a fake show? Is the information real?"

"Even you can't tell the difference between the fake news I released and the real news, so I'm relieved." Stark clapped happily, picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp, and patted the Ark reactor.

"it is true."

Bruce remained silent, deliberately releasing false news to confuse his sight, which in itself doubted his own safety.

"Who do you suspect?"

"I don't know, if whoever made the most money could be the murderer, it would be you," Stark said.

Everyone knew it was a joke, if they really doubted it, they wouldn't chat for so long at night.

Then remove the Wayne Group, which is most likely to profit from Stark Industries' problems, and the rest will naturally be

"You doubt Obaade"

It is not normal for a thief to successfully break through the bodyguards and find him, but without conclusive evidence, Bruce Wayne thought,

"Hmm." Stark snorted softly.

Bruce already knows what he thinks, and sometimes many judgments don't necessarily require evidence.

"Be careful, don't you die before my car reaches you," Bruce said.

"As long as you don't delay another 100 years, I'm definitely alive." Stark continued to taunt.

"Then I will send him there in 99, not 100 years." Bruce changed the topic, "What do you think of Edward?"

Stark was stunned. He didn't expect Bruce to turn the topic to this, "Have you met him?"

Bruce nodded, "Come to me in the afternoon and tell me about your return, and do me a favor by the way."

"Ha, there are times when you need help from others."