"Hey! Hey! ”

"Hurry up!"

"I'll go, what is such a thin rope made of, so strong!"

"Less nonsense, hurry up and pull"

In a remote corner of the Gotham coastline, a few strong guys, under the help of a simple diesel engine, are trying to drag the rope buried in the sea to the rope and the thing tied behind the rope to the shore.

"Hey, if it's a weapon, it's a little too light."

One of them asked, and Red Hood was looking for them to wait here to pick up the Black Mask, and they were wondering why they hadn't seen the ship all the time. The red hood suddenly emerged from the water and handed them the head of a rope for them to pull it up.

The crowd couldn't believe it, judging by the resistance of the pull or the thickness of the rope, it shouldn't be too heavy to tie something on the other side, but they didn't have the courage to ask the man who was standing on the sidelines, squeezing his soaked clothes dry.

"Hey.. Is he going to take off his hood?"

The Red Hood's movement caused several people to talk, and from that obvious movement, it was clear that he was indeed planning to take off the hood.

As a result, the red hood turned his back to all and took the helmet off his head, pouring out the sea water that had been poured into it, and patting his ears at the same time, slapping the water inside.

After swimming at the bottom of the sea for almost an hour, even with a portable breathing stick, even if he was swimming for an hour under such low water temperature and high pressure, even he felt a little overwhelmed.

He just took a gamble, with what he knew about the old guy, there should be no special radar for underwater objects installed on the batplane, that should be installed on the submarine.

Bruce seems cautious, and his style is indeed cautious, but behind his caution there is still a weakness that all men have - conceit.

He probably didn't foresee that he would throw everything into the sea, including himself, and if he did, the Bat submarine would definitely be on standby nearby.

But this kind of thing is just a gamble, and it looks like he won. It's just that he also knows that this kind of gambling can only be done once, and there is no second time.

"That old guy must have gone back to modifying the aircraft radar..."

Jason muttered to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that the rest of the family was squinting at his side.

"Hey, did you see that?"

One of the few men stood just diagonally in front of Red Hood, and he only had to turn his head a little to see what the man who had made the entire Gotham underground bigwigs hate him look like.

The red hood quickly cleaned itself up, and the red hood was placed over the man's head again, and then stepped aside to arrange the next move.

At this time, a few guys had the audacity to gather together and surround the guy with the right angle and position in the middle and asked:

"Hey, do you see what that guy looks like?"

"Tell me, what does it look like?"

The man who was surrounded rolled his eyes and expressed his admiration for these desperate guys, God knows if he would be killed when he saw the appearance of the red hood. But when I think of what I see, I don't think so.

"Two eyes, a nose, a mouth... And..."

Everyone was about to complain about this guy who saw the appearance of the red hood but didn't say anything, but they were attracted by the "and".

"And a domino mask"

The man's words silenced everyone for a while, and finally I don't know who was the first to say everyone's questions:

"Why is this guy wearing a mask under his head?"

"God knows, do you know that his appearance is not afraid of being killed by him?"

After this sentence successfully stopped the whining of the crowd, one person noticed that there was something unusual about the rope being dragged.

"Hey! Stuff is pulled up! ”

The voice succeeded in drawing everyone's attention, and when they saw the crates being pulled ashore, they realized why these things were not as heavy as they had expected.

The boxes were surrounded by a circle of balloon-like objects, which caused the boxes with iron lumps to not sink to the bottom of the ocean, but remained floating in the ocean.

Without the buoyancy of the sea, it took a lot of effort to carry the iron lumps one by one to the shore, and a freight truck was already waiting on the road above......

"What? What the hell is that guy, twice, he's been on the run from Batman twice"

Dick walked back and forth in the bat cave in frustration, not just to find some shadow clues, but to actually find the man and use the most advanced tools. Twice! This red hood escaped twice as pursued by the Batmachine.

"This guy knows a lot more about us than we expected, where did he know about us?"

Tim watched Dick walk around, he had the same question, and the answer to this question was of course the most improbable. Unless Bruce didn't see Jason dead or he didn't find Jason's body at all.....

Glancing at Bruce, who was busy searching for clues on the computer, the two failures also gave this man with great self-esteem an unprecedented motivation. Then he limped over to Dick and pulled him and motioned for him to leave with him.

"Bruce, I'll send Tim back to his room to rest first"

Tim's broken bones weren't healed and he needed a lot of rest, and his excuse shouldn't arouse Bruce's suspicions. Receiving an affirmative answer, the two returned to Wayne Manor on the ground, after which Dick looked at Tim and asked:

"Tell me, little detective, what have you discovered?"

Tim was delicate, and he must have discovered something that was not convenient for Bruce to know. Tim looked at Dick for a long time before trying to pay attention to the wording and asked:

"Dick... Is Jason really dead? ”

Tim's words made Dick froze for a moment, and the hippie smile disappeared from his face, and Dick looked at Tim's face carefully and asked rhetorically:

“... Did you find something? ”

"Hmm"

"The man who wounded you... Do you suspect it is. Jason? ”

Even after all this time, it was still so difficult to pronounce Jason's name.

“... I see it.... That man looks exactly like Jason."

Dick wanted to say something about it, but Tim's expression was too hard for him to say:

“..... Listen to Tipo, there were a lot of people who took advantage of this after Jason's death to attack Bruce"

“.. I know"

“... Maybe this is another time, maybe they use a guy who already looks like him, or just get a plastic surgery..."

"I know"

"It is even possible to use genetic technology to breed one..."

"Dick. . . I know all of this..."

Tim's answer always brought Dick back to his senses a little, and after taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm his somewhat excited heartbeat, he asked:

"Does Bruce know?"

“.... I didn't tell him."

“... Then don't tell him."

"I know, Goodnight Dick, I'm sorry"

“... Good night, that's not your fault, Tibo."

As Tim walked towards his room on crutches, Dick's voice sounded again from behind him:

"Tim, you know Bruce's character, if you live to see people die, you have to see corpses, he won't believe that Jason died until he found solid evidence, and I have seen Jason's corpse"

“... I see, Dick."