In order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by the expansion of the situation, Bruce asked Lucius to make a replica of Jason using the latest technological materials, and placed it in a new coffin and buried it in the cemetery, where workers were busy restoring the damaged cemetery to its original state.

"Who is so boring, corpses are stolen, necrophilia really exists"

"God knows, I can't understand those necrophiles"

"But, worthy of Bruce. Wayne, it must have been found so quickly, and the new coffin was delivered so quickly."

"Who knows, maybe find it Batman"

"Hahaha"

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief at the gossip of the workers, who thought it was the best, and then the "little thing" would easily fade from people's memory, and no one would care about the robbery. Everything is back on track as planned, while Bruce's side is still in full swing to find the whereabouts of Mudface.

"Master Bruce.."

Alfred was concerned about seeing the Batmobile drive into the Batcave almost on autopilot, and Bruce almost climbed out of the car. He hadn't slept much in almost three days, and his muddy face seemed to be gone, without any news, not even the slightest sign. He didn't believe that madman could endure that long.

"Master Bruce, you need to rest"

Alfred said in a somewhat tough tone as he looked at the man who shook his head, but walked towards the computer, without the slightest intention of going back to his room to sleep.

"I'm checking the information, Ah Fu will pour me a cup of coffee"

"You haven't had a good night's sleep in three days"

Bruce didn't answer Alfred's words.

“... Do you want me to ask Master Dick to come back and help? ”

Dick left Gotham after Jason's funeral and went to Gotham's sister city, Brughhaven. He's always wanted to get out of the shadows of Batman, and this time he finally went to another city, under the name of Nightwing.

“.... No, there is no need for this, and there is no need to tell him about it."

Bruce rejects Alfred's proposal.

"Then, at least let Master Clark help you"

Alfred continued to give his opinion, and now Bruce is like a never-ending spinning top, as soon as the slightest suspicious news is rushed, and even the occasion where it is necessary to disguise Gotham Baby is pushed away. Gotham's paparazzi began to make up new stories, speculating that the playboy who is the richest man in Gotham, Bruce . Did Wayne find his true destiny and start not participating in such social banquets?

“... No, I don't."

After several days of continuous work, Bruce's dark circles were so serious that concealers couldn't cover them, and this became the speculation of those paparazzi that Bruce. Another strong piece of evidence of Wayne's rich nightlife.

In the end, Clark couldn't stand it anymore, and teamed up with Alfred to force Bruce to go to bed and took over the search for Jason without permission, but even Superman finding a specific corpse in the crowd was like finding a needle in a haystack.

I swept another area with super vision, but I didn't see that familiar figure. For a corpse without any physical characteristics, he can only search for it one by one with his eyes, and there is a necessary precondition for this, that is, the corpse is complete.

“... Hopefully things won't get that bad."

Clark muttered to himself, Bruce guessed that Clay Face had taken Jason's body, but it was always just a guess, and it was very likely that someone with a unique hobby stole the body, and God knows what he would do with it. Hoping it wouldn't be too much, Clark made sure that there was no "person" he was looking for in this area, and then flew to another area to search..............

In an alley in Old Gotham, a dirty figure rummages through a trash can and stuffs it into its mouth. Passers-by hurriedly avoided him when they saw him, and occasionally some unfriendly looking guys would run over to find the guy's stubble, and in addition to these guys, there was also a pair of eyes secretly observing the dirty figure.

A man in sunglasses stood in the corner of the alley and looked at the figure, looked at it for a long time, and then made a phone call..........

"Master, a message from Fang"

At the headquarters of the Assassin League, a man spoke respectfully to another older man in the room wearing a floor-length robe.

“... What's up? ”

The elder asked indifferently, and there was a faint impatience in his words.

“... You'll know this when you see it."

The man hurriedly brought the computer to the elder and showed him what was playing on the screen. When he saw the picture on the computer screen, his originally uninterested eyes instantly became extremely excited, and after staring at the freeze-frame screen carefully for a while, he asked:

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, Fangs observed him for a few days, and it seems that he is a mental patient"

After the man finished answering, he quietly looked at the near-immortal leader of the Assassin League, Reshaw. Profound. Ancient.

"Unfortunately, the hair isn't black, but it's too similar!"

He raised a hand and touched his chin, which didn't have much beard, which was a little habit when he was thinking about things.

"Is the message accurate? Did the boy really die? ”

"Very accurately, Batman is very decadent right now, he was only seen alone at night for days in a row, and now is a good time to fight Batman"

The man suggested that if the master wanted to infiltrate Gotham, now was the best time, and that Robin's death had put their most stabbing foe at a low point now, and that there would be much less hindrance to action now.

"Need me to contact Bane?"

The man continued to ask respectfully, but Rayshaw was really not interested in his proposal, and instead said something that had nothing to do with his proposal.

“... Well, although the hair is not black, it is available, let the fangs bring him back"

“.... And what about the action against Gotham? ”

The man asked a little unwillingly, if this good opportunity is missed now, then I don't know when the next time will be.

“..... I have other plans."

Lei Xiao. Ogu was silent for a moment before making a decision, his subordinates knew too much about the man.

"Yes, then I'll contact Fangs immediately."

Instead of sticking to his persistence, the man respectfully left the room to give the fangs a new task.