December 19th, 1887
I ran into him again. The Talon. But it ended differently this time
'A new gang's started.' Jacob told me.
'Who's the head?' I asked.
'People call him "The Penguin". Once you see him, you'll know why.'
'You've met him?'
'Went to his bar - "The Iceberg Lounge".'
'What do you want me to do about him?'
'He's been smuggling weapons in through the Thames.'
'I'll have to handle that.'

I jumped onto the boat from another and found a great place to hide and stayed there. I waited until Cobblepot boarded the boat. My spot couldn't have been better - I had a clear view of Cobblepot and the man arming him - Etienne Guiborg, also known as "The Dealer".
At that moment, another man stepped aboard - Rupert Thorne.
Tonight may be the night I can question him.
(*Note: Bruce suspects Thorne of being connected to the Court)/em/span/p
'Hundred revolvers, fifty rifles, all for you.'
'Thank you, Mr. Guiborg.' The Penguin like man said as he handed The Dealer a box of what I assumed to be filled with pounds.
'And thank you, Mr. Cobblepot.'
Several blades were darted down from above. One hitting Guiborg in the throat, another two hitting Cobblepot in the right leg.
The black clad murderer jumped down onto the deck. He put Thorne on the ground and said, 'Mr. Thorne, the Court has found you guilty of treason and has sentenced your execution.'
He pulled his cane sword out and beheaded Thorne in a single movement.
I jumped out of my hiding spot and onto the back of the Talon. He jumped on his back - or mine rather - and was free of me. He was about to put his sword through my heart when I rolled to the side and jumped back up. I kicked his sword out of his hand and then kicked him in the face, breaking the glass around his eyes. I then rammed into him and sent him into the icy Thames. He was struggling to get up from the cold and he sank to the bottom of the River like a bag of rocks.
I found their weakness.

December 24th, 1887

Fifteenth of April, 1883, Zygmunt Wróblewski and Karol Olszewski liquefied Nitrogen - an element discovered by Daniel Rutherford in 1772. Wróblewski and Olszewski taught me the process of liquifying nitrogen.
This is how I beat the Court.
Fowler (Robert Fowler) walked down the alleyways toward the Whitechapel building. Three courtesans stood out the front. He walked toward them and they greeted him with a pout and a seductive smile.
'Come inside.' said one of them as she walked into the building, followed closely by Fowler.
I walked toward the door, wearing Jacob's coat buttoned up over my symbolised shirt, my mask folded in my coat pocket, and some cosmetics to change my appearance.
One of the two grabbed my shoulder. She was dressed in a black and indigo dress and was wearing an eye mask, like one you would see at Carnivale in Venice, also painted black and indigo.
'Want to have some fun?' she asked.
'How much?' I asked her.
'Five quid.' she answered.
'Fine.' I replied. She brought me inside and up to her room. I was in luck as it was right next door to Fowler.
'What's your name?' I asked her.
'Selina Kyle.'
'You might want to leave the room Selina.'
'Why? If you preferred to go solo, why did you come in?'
I diverted my attention to the room next door. I could hear voices.
'Who are you?' I heard Fowler say.
I tapped into Eagle Vision to see what was going on.
Four more men were in the room, one more woman. One of the men seemed to be the Talon. The other four occupants were wearing Owl Masks.
'We are the Court of Owls, Mr. Fowler,' said one of the Owl masked men. 'We believe you could prove useful to us.'
'What are you, precisely?' Fowler inquired.
'We're the ones who really control London, Mr. Fowler.' answered the woman in the Owl Mask.
'London is controlled by the Crown and no one else. I'll never commit treason.'
'That's a lie we've crafted together to keep our organisation a secret. We've been running London since it's founding in 43AD,' The third masked man told him. 'But I see your point; it would be a bit like a married man hiring a prostitute.'
'You wouldn't-' said Fowler.
'Why not? We want your help, Mr. Fowler. London is old and frail. It's time to rebuild London, and the world will come to know it's capital city.' the masked woman announced.
'I'll never join your sect and that's final.' Fowler stated.
'Then you shall die.'
The Talon began to walk over. I quickly put on my mask and jumped through the thin wall, sending shards of wood through the room.
The Talon pulled out a scythe from his belt and swung at me. I countered by pulling several pellets from my jacket filled with Liquid Nitrogen and darting them at him. The icy liquid froze around his head and neck. I threw a kick and heard the sound of glass breaking. He fell to the ground, a bit of his neck missing. The Court members stared at me.
I knew they'd never seen their Talon defeated, especially not in such a short time. They were afraid. Good.
'What are you!?' the woman asked.
'I'm the reason criminals breathe sigh in relief when the sun rises. I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman. The Court of Owls is just a wives' tale to London's people and tonight, it will become one.'
'You can't-'
'I ended two of your Talons in the last week alone. How difficult should it be to end you?'
None of them replied.
'Your Court is finished.'
The four were put into police custody. My job here was done. I hope.