Batman stood like a statue, as if he wasn't even breathing. He's back to his rightful state, and like every previous "hunt", Red Hood's mood is now in an extremely unstable state, and the wrench of the gun against the Joker's temple has shown faint signs of pulling.

Batman calculates every detail of his actions after that, and he must calculate everything to ensure that he and the Joker survive.

Red Hood has completely lost his patience, and his behavior pattern has lost the rationality it had at the beginning, becoming reckless and unpredictable.

Batman wasn't stupid enough to think that Red Hood's previous fight with him was nothing more than a simple battle, nor did he think that his jumping into the building and being punched into this room by himself was just an accident, and that was what he expected.

From the beginning, he was like a puppet, walking along the thread pulled by the red hood until now.

The puppeteer had lost patience and the threads for manipulation had become a mess, and all he had to do now was find that opportunity to fight back, and he didn't feel like Red Hood had kept the Joker here.

"Choose!"

Red Hood yelled at him irritably.

Batman stood there and stared at him for a long time, then let go of the gun in his hand, and the gun fell to the floor according to the law of gravity, making a crashing sound.

Red Hood's eyes widened as he watched the man turn around, walking in the direction of the window with a look of not wanting to ask, he imagined many, many possibilities, the worst was nothing more than Batman wanting to kill himself, but so what, even if he died here today, he would definitely pull the clown on his back.

But no matter how he thought about it, he didn't expect Batman to give up this action, it seems that the Joker.... And he has nothing to do with him!

"Ha...'Daddy' doesn't want you anymore...",

The throat, which was stuck by the strong muscles, squeezed out the words from the trachea, completely bursting the anger of the red hood.

"You! Shut up! ”

The Joker finally managed to provoke the Red Hood once, diverting the man's attention to him. It's just a short moment, but it's enough for Batman to react.

He quickly turned around and threw a dart, one of which hit the gun in Red Hood's hand with precision. The huge impact caused the gun to break away from the red hood's hand, and the chamber of the gun, which had already opened the safe, fired a bullet that narrowly grazed the clown's forehead.

"Hey! Be careful! ”

The clown didn't want his own worthless death, and it wasn't funny that he died of a pistol misfire.

Batman ignored the Joker's complaints, and quickly rushed over before Red Hood could react, kicking the Joker in the face and successfully kicking him out of Red Hood's attack range.

The Pain Red Hood quickly regained his frequency, dodged Batman's attack from above, rolled on the spot, rolled to the vicinity of the gun that Batman had just dropped, and picked up the pistol to shoot.

He is very fast, very fast, he doesn't need to deliberately aim at the target within 100 meters, and he can hit the target with his hand as high as ninety percent, but Batman is faster than him, and the head of the gun he just raised was immediately kicked away by the bat that rushed over, and the huge impact shocked him numb.

With excellent conditioning, Red Hood dodged Batman's several consecutive attacks, and quickly distanced himself from Batman. He didn't try to pick up his weapon again, and he knew that Batman wouldn't give him that chance. Unexpectedly, after all these years, this old bat's hand-to-hand fighting ability has reached a higher level. He is really strict with himself.

Batman and Red Hood stood face to face, less than ten paces between them, but neither of them was the first to act, they were all waiting, waiting for the moment when the other leaked a flaw.

In the end, it was the menopausal Red Hood who made the first move, and his attack was exactly the same as Batman's memory, pointing directly at the point without turning around, just like his character was straightforward.

Batman knew more about Red Hood than he thought he would, and the seemingly flawless action was easily defused the moment they approached Batman, just like they had fought each other a long time ago.

Batman dodged this attack, and with the strength of the red hood, he threw his whole person out hard, and with the physique of the red hood and Batman's arm strength, the red hood slammed the whole person into the nearby wall, causing the entire building to shake. Without giving Red Hood any chance to stand up, Batman sped up and slammed into Red Hood's body, directly smashing through the rotten and old wall.

Batman usually acts like a ghost, using darkness and environment to hide his identity, is agile and agile, rarely gets hit by opponents in combat, and usually comes across as a slender and agile type, especially when standing with his superhuman friend. Few people still remember that this man was 1.88 meters tall and weighed 220 pounds, which is definitely a strong ox physique in the category of a normal human being.

Knocked down by the kinetic energy created by this physique, even the red hood felt the pain caused by the extreme compression of his lungs. Red Hood shook his head slightly, and the intense dizziness caused his stomach to churn, causing him to kneel on the ground and retch.....

“.... That's it.."

Batman heard himself say this calmly, much calmer than he had expected.

"What?! Such a fun thing, you guys are over?!! Are you kidding! ”

The clown, who had been forgotten in the corner, finally found his voice and let out a piercing scream. When Batman and Red Hood got into a fight, the guy finally broke free from the rope that tied him to his body, and struggled to crawl into a corner, rolling out an explosive charge from inside, which was part of the explosives that Red Hood had buried in this building, and what Batman feared the most.

The gun with the red hood scattered on the ground also became the clown's thing, and at the moment it was pointing at the pile of explosives, and once the gun was fired...

"Hah! None of you can win tonight, the only winner in this game is me, hahahahaha, oh my god, I had so much fun, it was really my happiest day!! ”

"No!"

Batman rushes over, he wants to stop the Joker, Red Hood is proficient in explosives, he can't just plant a small bomb to scare people, the Joker's actions are afraid that it will cause a chain reaction.

Will the Joker listen to Batman? The answer is of course not, so the gunshots were followed by a series of explosions!!

"Jason!"

Batman turned his head to drag Jason out of the range of the explosives, but it was all in the boy's control, and the floor and ceiling between him and Jason exploded first, and the dust kicked up by the large chunk of collapsed concrete blocked Batman's view, and in the chaos only the Joker's crazy laughter seemed to applaud the last brilliant stage.....

After all the explosives were blown up, the abandoned old building had become a ruin, Batman stood on the ruins and kept looking around, turning over every large cement slab as much as possible to find the figure, after turning over a wooden plank, he found that the clown lying below was still smiling, as if this was the funniest thing in the world.

The sirens of the police station and the fire department could be heard in the distance, and Batman stood on the burning ruins and looked at the ruins blankly, he lost him once again!

The explosion was later modified by the police to indicate that there was an explosion accident caused by criminals using the abandoned building to store dangerous goods, and the clown was once again thrown into Arkham, this time his injuries should be enough to keep him lying in it for a year, this guy's luck is really ridiculous, and he can still survive the explosion.

Jason is missing, and Gordon tells Batman that no third person or body has been found in the rubble, which may be good news, at least that he is still alive.

Alfred stood at the door of the study, silently looking at the man sitting in the chair, and Tim looked in worriedly but didn't know what to say, so he stood so awkwardly.

A footstep appeared at the end of the hallway, and Alfred looked up to see the comer, a little happy but a little worried:

"Master Dick... Master Bruce, he..."

"I know, Ah Fu, don't worry, I'm not here to quarrel"

Dick is no longer the little ghost he used to be, he has grown a lot, lost a lot and gained a lot. As soon as Clark came back and received a phone message, he called him back, and it was from Clark that he learned about the theft of Jason's body.

He was indeed a little unhappy, after all, everyone hid such a big thing from him, as if he was not a member of the family, but he was also at fault, maybe they were all at fault, he and Tim had noticed it but didn't tell Bruce, and Bruce didn't tell them if he noticed it, and the imbalanced exchange of information caused the current result. But now is not a good time to blame anyone, and he is past the age when he is angry at his own helplessness to turn the finger and blame others.

Dick walked into the heavy room under Alfred's worried gaze and stood behind the man, Alfred and Tim looked worriedly at the two men in the room.

Just then, the phone in Alfred's arms rang, and Alfred took another look at the people in the room, looked at Tim on the side, turned and walked away a little distance, and then answered the call.

"Bruce, you're always like this, at least tell me it's Jason coming back... Oh, I'm not here to blame you, but..."

Dick and Bruce's one-sided conversation is interrupted by Alfred, who suddenly barges in, and the two of them look strangely at the rare gaffe of the usually steady old man.

"Master Bruce... Lucius just called and said, just now...... Master Jason's account has been emptied......"

Alfred told Bruce the news in a bit of a panic, Jason's account had not been touched since his death, and there would be a sum of money coming in on time every week, and some share dividends, coupled with Lucius's financial ability, this money was no longer a small amount. The teller at the bank was new and didn't know anything about Jason Todd, and Lucius was really taken aback when he received the information from the bank, and hurriedly reported it to Bruce.

Hearing this, Dick hurriedly asked:

"Who is the signature to withdraw the money?!"

"Jason. Todd himself"

Alfred's answer made Dick stunned for a while, and after finally recovering from the rush, a thousand words could only be reduced to one sentence:

“.... That stinky boy!!! ”

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