The clown, who had been pulled out of the cabinet and fell to the floor, had not yet recovered from the dizziness caused by the impact. After shaking his dizzy brain, he finally saw the current situation clearly. The little ghost he killed back then was standing next to him at the moment, pointing a gun at the little bat standing opposite.

"Oh great, it's such a wonderful reunion, can anyone take a picture?"

The Joker's words interrupted the silence and succeeded in drawing Red Hood's attention. Kicked to the ground, Red Hood fired a shot, the bullet grazed the Joker's nose and hit the ground with a small splash of splinters into the Joker's face.

"Hey!"

Before the clown could say his words of protest, the gun in Red Hood's hand was pressed against his temple. Instead of continuing to focus on the Joker, Red Hood shifted the target to the man opposite:

"Tell me, Batman, how many people are you going to kill before you kill him? Or will you keep letting the clown kill at will?! ”

Batman was silent, but the clown who was pressed to the ground seemed to be completely out of shape of the situation in front of him, and his shrill voice continued to say things that were completely inconsistent with the atmosphere in front of him:

"Oh, he's so handsome, I'm about to fall in love with him, aren't I?"

The last question was addressed to the man who was standing like a statue.

"Answer me!"

The clown's gag speech made Red Hood irritated, and even more irritated by the silence of the man opposite. What is he silent? Was he going to tell him that even if the Joker killed everyone in Gotham, he wouldn't kill him? The life of the whole Gotham is worse than a clown in his eyes?

"Answer me!!"

Once again, Red Hood persistently asked for the answer.

"Hey, I think you'd better answer him, his finger is about to pull the trigger"

Again, the clown interjected at an inopportune point.

"Shut up!"

The red hood slammed into the clown's face, blood pouring out of the corners of the clown's mouth and nostrils, but it caused the madman to laugh maniacally.

Piercing laughter echoed through the empty room.

The two confronted each other didn't react in the slightest, and Red Hood stubbornly waited for an answer with his gun down the clown's head. An answer he least wanted to know.

Batman stood there looking at the red hood, and he saw the expression on the man's face that he had seen in the alleyway again. That's the face of mad obsession with what purpose. He saw Jason's potential and his dark side. To avoid the worst, he took him away from Crime Alley.

But it was useless, he forgot that there was no essential difference between staying with Batman and staying in Crime Alley. Those dark crimes, even far more than a child can imagine; He forgot that Jason was different from Dick, that the tyranny and darkness hidden in the depths of his soul were not diminished by leaving Crime Alley; He forgot that the child had grown up in sin, and that he had an innate instinctive aversion to sin, as if he had learned how to sin without anyone to teach him. Hating sin, but growing up in it, he guesses the sinful part of human nature more easily than Dick, and by the time he finds out, it's too late.

The vigilante, a reasonable but illegitimate identity, an identity that is incomparably suitable for Gotham, gave the kid the scepter to take up the scepter of judgment.

He told Jason more than once that the vigilantes did not have any right to judge. But reality has taught Jason to come to the conclusion that the law is useless.

In Gotham, the law is simply a joke, the parliament controlled by the big business, the city controlled by money, the people corrupted to the roots. This city of drunken gold fans, he gave Jason so pale in the truth. Jason didn't have Dick's patience and waited for things to get better.

No matter how much money is donated, or how advanced the surveillance system is replaced, Arkham's high walls and vast expanses of the ocean are like a joke, allowing these guys to come and go at will.

Sometimes Bruce himself feels lost, he repeats this act like a machine, what is the point, but....

“... No, I can't, I'm sorry."

A low, unheaved voice spoke the final result, and in the end he still couldn't give a satisfactory answer to Jason, even if it was a lie.

“.... That is, no matter how many people he kills, you will not deal with him? .... Even if he kills me......."

Batman's answer finally became the flame that lit the fuse of Red Hood's rage, and his voice had calmed down, and his voice had once again returned to its unwavering state, sounding like a mechanical simulation even without the alteration of the voice changer.

Batman's hand hidden under the cloak was ready, he really didn't want things to turn out like this, but he didn't have a choice.... He can't let Jason kill the Joker.

Force yourself to calm down and carefully observe every movement of the red hood.

The red hood pulls the clown up from the ground and puts his strong arms around his neck. Batman was strangled by that arm, and he knew that the red hood was strong enough to snap the Joker's neck with the muscles in his arm. He wants to break the clown's neck in front of him?

Red Hood didn't seem to do anything at all to continue as Batman guessed, he threw out the gun in his hand, and the gun was thrown into Batman's hand in a perfect arc, and then he pulled out another pistol and lowered the Joker's head and said:

"Pick one, kill the Joker or... I! ”

Batman squinted at the gun in his hand, it was a well-maintained pistol, judging by its weight, it should be a modified gun, thinking back to those guys who died under the red hood gun, Batman was pretty sure that both of the red hood's guns were the products of his own modification. Both the power and the range are beyond the parameters originally involved in the firearm.

He knew Jason's talent for firearms, as he could have seen before, and Jason's bookcase was full of books related to firearms, except for literary books.

The clown seemed to have finally come to his senses from the red hooded fist just now, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he let out a crazy laugh. That's great, isn't it? Father and son cannibalism, two people in order to compete for him, the clown never thought that the script would be so wonderful, so wonderful that the wonderful can only make him laugh madly. After he had finally laughed enough, he looked at Batman with that nasty smile and said:

"Oh my God, today is amazing, a perfect reunion, he's great, isn't he? Under the education of 'our', he grew up perfectly, didn't he?! ”

"Shut up!!" ”

Two angry roars rang out at the same time, and the red hood tightened the strength of his arm again, his strong muscles tightening around the clown's throat to prevent him from saying anything boring.

"Choose!"

The red-hooded gun was pressed against the clown's temple, and through the mask there was a crazy look in his eyes, which were exactly the same as the clown's.

[When the vengeful undead loses his purpose, he will transfer his hatred to others...... Including you]

Zatana's warning rang in her ears again.

He couldn't let this happen, he couldn't let Dick, Afu, Tim get hurt.... He also can't let Jason be completely consumed by hatred and become a vengeful undead who can only kill...... He had to do something ....