"Sorry, Peter, we just went to check the program records of the spectator mode. The performance was pretty good, but can you please cooperate with us to test a function?"
Schiller's voice rang in Peter's ears. After hearing the familiar doctor's tone, he almost cheered and replied: "Of course, what should I do?"
"We want to test the mission system, and there happens to be a more extreme project in this city. I wonder if you are interested..."
"What specific project is it?" Peter asked a little curiously. He didn't understand what kind of project the doctor could call the ultimate.
"You captured the Riddler earlier, right?"
"Yes, he should still be in Arkham Asylum now, unless something unexpected happens."
"If nothing else, there must have been an accident." Schiller sighed and said: "We found that the Riddler reappeared in Gotham and hid more than 100 trophies throughout the city."
"We will provide you with a map system, and you need to use various tools and methods to find all the trophies. Go ahead, Peter."
Standing in the cage, Jason watched Peter stare at the sky in a daze for a while, then started arranging the things on his arms again, and then left the Batcave without looking back.
Jason could feel the discomfort in his body disappearing, mainly because the deeper old injuries no longer hurt so much. He began to try to communicate with the strange creatures in his brain.
"Are you there? Can you understand me?"
"Hello, I'm here. I can communicate with humans, but I'm a little busy right now. Your physical condition is not optimistic. To be more precise, it is terrible."
Jason let out a "ha" and sat down on the spot, silently feeling the changes in his body. Then he tried to say: "Okay, Batman's choice is indeed bold enough. You will tell me everything I am thinking." Batman?"
"No, I can't do it." The voice answered him gently, "If you don't allow me to turn on the online mode, no information about you will be revealed."
"Only a ghost can believe it," Jason said.
The other party stopped answering, but Jason was obviously not that easy to give in. He continued: "If I interfere with you now, will you repair my body?"
"No, compared to my last host, you are quite taciturn. I don't mind chatting."
"You must be trying to trick me, right?"
"Your longest record is not changing socks for a week and three days because you really like those orange striped ones..."
"Stop talking." Jason covered his forehead and said, "I know you can read my memory, don't reiterate this to me, parasite."
"I don't mind if you call me a parasite, but I am not a bug. I am not living between the cells in your body. I am in every cell. I am you."
"Stop bluffing, aren't you just a talking medical warehouse?" Jason curled his lips and said.
"In fact, I have a lot of magical abilities, but I don't recommend you to use it, because obviously staying here quietly and waiting for the wound to be healed is the best choice for you."
"I don't need anyone else to teach me what the best choice is." Jason's voice deepened again, and then he said: "Don't wait here stupidly, find a way to take me out, I still have things to do."
"I don't suggest you... okay, but if Batman comes here, you have to bear all the responsibility."
Jason waved his hand impatiently and stood up from the ground. He felt that his muscles had become stronger, or it could be said that he had not felt this weak anymore for a long time.
"Put your hands on the railing," the voice said to him.
Jason first touched the railing. In fact, he already knew that the railing was not powered, but it was just an instinctive reaction. After all, he was not sure whether Batman had set up monitoring or remote control.
"Place your hands on the railing." He asked, "What's next?"
Before he finished speaking, the harsh noise of metal deformation rang in his ears, and the hard metal railings of the Bat Prison were ripped open to create a large hole for people to pass through.
After Jason stepped out, he looked back at the deformed railing. His Adam's apple rolled up and down and he said, "I regretted it. You have to bear half of the responsibility, no, at least two-thirds."
"Are you worried about Batman being angry?"
"I didn't." Jason said with a higher tone of voice: "I was just stating the fact that now I know he had a good reason to lock you up."
"Not fair, my host."
Jason turned around and picked up his mask from the table next to him and put it on. He looked around and didn't notice the red light or warning voice of the camera, so he strode out of the prison.
Jason returned to his base and opened his equipment warehouse. There was a new armor that was almost completed, with a dark red metal hood.
Jason took a deep breath, touched the mask with his fingers, and said to himself: "The most important thing I have learned in this year is, don't count on anyone, especially Batman."
"I can get my own revenge, right? I'm Jason Todd, not some faceless young sidekick to a superhero, not anymore."
"I should have my own code name, I..."
Jason's voice stopped, but nothing actually interrupted him. It was just that he couldn't continue with the lines he had planned. His mind was filled with what Batman said and what Peter said.
"Damn, my feud with the clown is endless!" Jason gritted his teeth and said, "Would I let him go like this? Why should I let him go like this? Of course I would kill him."
"What do you think?" Jason asked, looking into the air.
"You don't need my opinion," the voice replied calmly.
But this made Jason feel particularly irritable. He walked to a chair with a red mask and sat down. As if to convince himself, he said: "I am not, nor do I want to emphasize that I am a fragile baby. I was just kidnapped." Even if I keep crying, I’m not talking about how much I can’t stand his torture.”
"In fact, I persisted. I am still alive. I just insisted on my original idea. Those criminals deserved to die."
He paused again as he said this, remembering the look in Peter's eyes as he spoke his last words to him.
If you set the bottom line as not killing people, then breaking the rule is just a shot at the criminal, but if you meet someone who makes you feel that death cannot atone for his sins...
Jason shook his head vigorously. He thought, no, when he was in the most pain, he just wanted to kill the clown, so just kill him like this.
The strong young man stood up from the chair, took off the original mask, put the new dark red mask on his face, tightened the pistol at his waist, and strode towards the door.
He came to the base where Batman kept people infected with the Joker virus.
In fact, this is not a secret, especially now that Batman and Prophet are absent and Jason still retains the original permission to use the Prophet system.
If the Joker in Batman dies, then the Joker's backup plan comes in handy. Now the Joker is in this base, at least part of the Joker.
And when he arrived at the base, he discovered that it had been attacked at some point. There was a big hole in the door of the prison cell, and there were signs of bombing by unknown weapons on the ground.
Jason checked carefully and found that it might be Harley Quinn who did it, but this was not unexpected. It might be the Joker's plan, or it might just be that the crazy woman went crazy again.
He walked around here and finally chose to investigate the Batcomputer. Sure enough, Batman had given location marks to each infected person. Jason discovered that they were now all in a studio called Panisha.
What were they doing there?
Just as Jason was thinking, a sharp voice came from the table next to him. Jason turned his head suddenly and found that a communicator that had been placed there was ringing.
Jason walked over and pressed the answer button, not expecting to hear Batman's voice, but the voice coming from the other side was a bit too unfamiliar.
"Hello, Jason, I hope you can come to my place. I will wait for you." The voice on the phone was too low.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"You'll find me."
The communication was hung up, and Jason felt a little confused after putting down the phone. He checked the call records, but found nothing. It was obviously an internal call, and the other party was also using Batman's system.
Is Batman's system a public network now? Jason thought sarcastically, how could anyone hack in?
Jason became more vigilant, but he still planned to focus on what he was doing now. He had to first find the map of Panisha Studios, and then go there to capture those infected with the clown virus and kill those who had become The one that clowns, stuff the others back into jail.
Batman will be very busy in the next 24 hours. Jason knows that if this matter gets involved with the FBI and the military, then Batman may be able to get away easily, but Bruce Wayne cannot.
If Jason guessed correctly, after imprisoning Scarecrow and Penguin, Bruce Wayne must go to Washington. Amanda Waller alone can cause him a lot of trouble.
So if he wants revenge, he has to act quickly. Those people can only cause some trouble for Batman. They can't delay it for 48 hours at the latest. He has to kill the Joker before Batman comes back.
On the way to Panisha Studios, the phantom of the clown always flashed before Jason's eyes, but for some reason, these clips were also mixed with other scenes that he had not seen with his own eyes, but had only heard about.
A pair of parents roared and screamed, attacking each other, and then like madmen, they kept attacking the air, muttering in numbness and despair, and finally drowned in the filth and jumped from the top of the building.
These clips played over and over in Jason's mind, even surpassing the ugly face of the Joker as he tortured him.
The former can always arouse many emotions, including anger, resentment, and grievance, but the latter always makes Jason feel cold in his heart. The senseless coldness makes his heart sink heavily, and his chest seems to be hollowed out. .
He kept thinking about these things like some compulsive behavior, describing in his mind the details of this memory that he had not seen with his own eyes, including their appearance, clothing, and jumping posture.
And the figure standing at the window staring at them.
Standing in front of Panisha Studios, Jason closed his eyes in pain, telling himself not to think about these messy things. The clown was not that easy to deal with.
But he would not fall twice on the same mistake. He brought enough equipment this time, and he believed that he could completely end the clown as he imagined.
