"Ah Fu, go through the transfer procedures for Jason"

Bruce, who had been staring at the computer screen for a long time, finally spoke his decision.

Jason has to return to a normal social environment instead of continuing this isolated lifestyle, Dick at least likes to go around socializing for a while, Jason has no interest in socializing at all, the only social interaction is being sent to school by Alfred every day from this Wayne Manor, which is independent of Gotham City, and learns from the school teacher that Jason has no problems with his studies, but he doesn't deal with anyone else at all.

When I returned to Wayne Manor, I repeated the life of learning and training, and there was no breath of life. He's at least one Bruce. Wayne's identity has to socialize, and Jason... Nothing, Jason's life seems to revolve entirely around Robin's identity, which is not what Bruce wants to see.

“... Master Jason wouldn't be happy with that decision."

Alfred knew that Bruce was making a decision for Jason's sake, and he was in favor of it, but it was definitely not what Jason expected.

“... I know, but at least make a friend or two."

Don't indulge in meaningless socializing, but necessary friends are also needed, not too many, just one or two close friends.

“.... For this, I feel that you should lead by example"

Bruce did not react to Alfred's offer.

"So which school are you going to transfer Master Jason to?"

Instead of arguing with Bruce about his friends, Alfred turned to another important matter. At present, the school Jason attends is carefully selected, and if you change schools, it will only be a boarding school, and Jason's failure to attend a boarding school for the first time makes Alfred not too optimistic about Bruce's decision.

“..... Church School"

Bruce wasn't a Christian, church schools shouldn't be his first choice anyway, why would he choose church schools....,

“.... Hopefully, the church environment will calm Jason's violent mood a bit."

Bruce watched as the news on the screen was playing about Professor Pigface, that the explosion site had begun to be cleaned up, that four victims had been found alive, and... One of the dead, survivors are currently in hospital.

Bruce didn't ask Jason why he hadn't saved the man, knowing that Jason must have deliberately given up on the poor man.

“... So how do I talk to Master Jason about this? ”

How to tell Jason is the most important question.

“... No, I'll go and talk to him later"

It was a bit too casual for Alfred to inform Jason about this, so this time Bruce decided to tell Jason about it himself, hoping to have a good talk with Jason, and hoping that Jason would understand his decision, although the probability of this expectation was a bit low in the end.

Jason had no idea of Bruce's decision, cleaned himself up and could only vent all his anger on the Internet. With the anonymity of the Internet, Jason scolds all kinds of unpleasant guys on every social network.

He scolded Gotham, and he scolded Gotham; He scolded Batman and praised Batman; He scolded Nightwing, he scolded Nightwing, he also scolded Nightwing, and the guy who specifically praised Nightwing's butt would be specially added with a sentence "Envy?" Find you woman, trash! ”..........

In short, all the social media related to Gotham, Batman, and Nightwing were made up by an anonymous user tonight, and the traffic of these social media tonight is almost equivalent to the traffic of social media in the United States for a month, and many unwilling guys who were scolded began to call for doxing this anonymous troll, and these low-level hackers will certainly not be taken into Jason's eyes.

After arguing fiercely on the Internet, Jason's irritable mood gradually calmed down, and at the same time, he was annoyed by his unprovoked anger.

“... What the hell am I doing? ”

The anger passed, and reason returned, Jason looked at his "masterpiece" for a long time, and then hacked into the background of the forum and deleted all these anonymous accounts. After that, I typed the woman's name in the search bar again, and after seeing the massive amount of information fed back by the computer, I entered the search conditions such as age, location, hair color, eye color, etc., one by one, and then watched the computer feedback less and less information, until finally only one woman's photo was fed back.

Sheila. Heywood is currently working as a physician and part-time pharmacist for a cross-chemical pharmacy company.

This woman matches all of Jason's conditions, except that her hair color is wrong, she is blonde. However, that little inconsistency can't change the real result, because that photo almost copied Jason's face, which is not true, it should be said that Jason copied the woman's face.

"You look exactly like her"

Martin's last words before he died came back to Jason's mind again, and he finally knew how similar this exact one was, especially the green eyes, which he could see every day when he looked in the mirror.

“.... Heim Chemicals? ”

Jason stared at the name of the company on the woman's information sheet, and looked and looked.......

At the same time, in a private house near the Middle East branch of Heim Chemical Pharmaceuticals, the woman who had just appeared on Jason's computer was watching the arrival of the two uninvited guests with a frightened expression.

The woman dressed as a harley quinn was treating her room as if it were her own, and she was disgusted that the sofa was too old and the curtains were too ugly, and she opened her closet to dislike the taste of the clothes inside. Heywood didn't pay any attention to it at the moment, all her attention was on the man sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed, wearing a purple suit and clown makeup painted on his face, and she couldn't have been born in Gotham without knowing this man - the Joker!

Why did he come to the Middle East to find himself?

Sheila didn't think she had anything to do with the madman, but the other person was a madman, and God knows why he had traveled so far and wide to find him.

"Oh~ Miss Heywood, can I call you Sheila?"

The Joker didn't seem to feel Sheila's hostility at all, and still said to himself:

"I'm here with you to talk about business, I know you've been a little tight lately"

As soon as the Joker's words came out, Sheila's vigilance, how did he know that he had been collected for debts recently??

"Yes, I need some special materials"

"Impossible"

Before the clown's words were finished, Sheila vetoed it, having worked in this pharmaceutical company for so long, of course Sheila knew what the clown's so-called special materials were, it must be some contraband, and she didn't want to get involved in this kind of life.

"Wow couple~ Our lady Sheila is really adamantly denial, Harry~"

The Joker doesn't seem to care about Sheila's refusal, and just calls Harley Harleyn's name.

"Of course, MR J"

The Harley Quinn immediately didn't know where to find a notebook and read:

"Sheila Heywood, 34 years old, has been married three times, her first husband was a bank clerk, after marriage, she relied on her husband to enter college to major in medicine, and divorced after graduation; The second husband was a college classmate, and the two opened a private practice together, and three years later you joined the Heim Chemical Pharmacy Company, divorced your husband in the same year, and married the third husband, a man who was in the top management of the Heim Company, and the marriage lasted only one year.

"Shut up!!"

"Oh, looks like you've already made up your mind"

The Joker looked excitedly at Sheila's already broken expression.

"Why... Why do you know this?"

"Oh, that's a bit too much, as a partner, do you have a problem understanding who you're going to work with?"

The clown's smile was so close to Sheila's that yellowed teeth were almost on Sheila's nose.

“.... Let.. Let me think."

"Of course, something as important as this has to be well thought out, isn't it Harry?"

"Of course, MR J"

The Joker sat back on the sofa without paying attention, took out a stack of Batman photos from his pocket and looked at it, he was not worried about Sheila's decision at all, according to the clues Harry had gathered, this woman had already owed a large amount of debt, and she would not refuse his offer, after all, he would not let her do it in vain.

Sheila thought with her head down, she had heard about the Joker's behavior, and she knew very well what it meant to help the Joker, she might be bad but not bad enough to slaughter a group of people.

Sheila's green eyes bobbled back and forth between the clown sitting on the couch looking at the picture and Harry's Harley Harley who had been standing behind him, thinking of a good way to solve it.

The clown's attention was not on her at all, just looking at the photo in his hand and exchanging opinions with Harley Quinn from time to time.

Sheila's gaze also moved to the photo in the Joker's hand, and the photos of Batman and Robin from various angles kept dangling in front of Sheila's eyes, until a close-up independent photo of Robin appeared.

“... Jason? ”

Sheila's voice caught the attention of the Joker, who looked at the independent photo of Robin in his hand again, and leaked a cruel smile:

"What did you just say?"

“... Forehead... That doesn't.... I.. Maybe I'm wrong."

Sheila watched the Joker walk slowly towards her with the close-up photo of Robin, giving her the illusion that death was coming.

“.... Admit a mistake? ”

The corners of the clown's mouth are getting bigger and bigger, and the yellow teeth are neatly arranged in his mouth, and Sheila is creepy to watch.

“... No, I can't be mistaken, he was born to me, and you see he still has a birthmark on the base of his thigh."

The pixels of the photo are not too high, it is likely to be retaken from some newspaper, and the barely visible mark on the base of Robin's leg, even if it is noticed, it is usually considered that the photo is dirty, but at this moment the clown is in an extreme euphoria because of this unexpected discovery.

"Oh, Baby Sheila, I think we should have a good conversation about this son of yours, what do you think?"

“...... Good... Okay"

Sheila felt like she was probably making a deal with a devil.....