"I don't understand, why did Bruce let the Joker go? Wouldn't it be easy to kill him with your abilities? ”

"Jason, I can't kill?"

"Why?"

"If I kill him, then there will be no difference between me and him"

"I don't understand, you killed him to prevent him from committing again, why would you be the same as him?"

“... You'll understand later."

"I still don't understand that killing him will prevent more innocent people from dying at his hands, it's easy, isn't it? If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely kill him at once, so that he will never have a chance to be a demon again."

"You're not a murderer or a bloodthirsty murderer, don't cross that line"

Bruce looked at the test results on the computer screen and remembered the only topic he and Jason had discussed a long time ago about whether or not to kill the criminal.

Jason's way of thinking is as simple and straightforward as the character he manifests. Bruce didn't know if he could see Jason's theory as a mistake, and he couldn't see Jason's theory as a mistake after seeing these guys run out of Arkham again and again through various means.

The results of the computer's analysis have come out, and just as Bruce guessed, the blood stains and hair belong to the clown.

"Master Bruce.... He caught the clown? ”

Alfred had been standing behind Bruce for a while, and until now he couldn't call the returning boy by that name.

"No.... It was Harley Quinn who took the clown away."

Bruce was pretty sure there were very obvious signs of retreat on the ground near the car. After a few battles with Jason, he could tell that with Jason's current strength, he could easily carry the fainting clown away, so that there would be no drag marks on the ground.

Bruce followed the trail to a path behind the warehouse, where the trail was replaced by the car's tire prints, where he was supposed to get into a car and leave.

"He didn't catch the Joker?"

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief at the news, and looking at Bruce's track record of the Red Hood during this time, Alfred sincerely hoped that the boy would never meet that demon again. Don't let the kid who finally came back be dragged into the hell of hatred by that demon again.

“... No, he should have caught the Joker."

The shoe prints found on the ground near the truck were red hooded based on their size. He shouldn't have left such a visible mark.

If he hadn't forgotten to erase his information because he had caught the Joker, then this shoe print was deliberately left there.

"Why?"

Alfred's doubts are also Bruce's. Jason should have caught the Joker at that time, but why was the Joker rescued by Harley Quinley? Was it because something interrupted Jason's arrest? Or did Harley Quinn use some means to get Jason away?

No, it doesn't make sense. Jason's hatred for the Joker can't be eliminated even after he dies once, and he can't let the Joker go so easily.

[The wrath of the tyrannical soul that has nowhere to rest, after killing the first target he hates, will release his anger on others until he is exhausted]

Zatana's words were still ringing in his ears, and there was no doubt that Jason was angry, he had come back from death for revenge.

[The person who has soaked in the pool water may just have a broken soul, I don't know if that one can still be called Jason]

What Talia tells him is a puppet dominated by anger and hatred.

He tried to make contact with him, cautiously observing his movements. Tyranny, killing, killing throughout all his actions.

He didn't have a reason to let the clown go at all, and there was no reason why he would carelessly leave his own clues, he was just doing it as an invitation.... He's inviting himself.

Invite yourself to a gorgeous revenge show, and you may well be one of the protagonists of the play.

“...... Nope."

Alfred sensed the unusual reason.

“... Poor boy, how long will he be dominated by hatred? ”

“.... It won't be long....."

The rain in Gotham began again, and the occasional lightning bolt across the night sky lit up the abandoned city with a loud roar. A few homeless people nestled in abandoned houses looked at the figure walking in the rain outside.

The muddy roads and cold winds seemed to have nothing to do with him, and the modest amount of rain soon converged into streams of water running down his red hood and brown leather jacket.

The homeless people glanced at him, and then retracted their gaze with interest, this is the crime alley of Gotham's old town, an area that has been abandoned, no one cares what the original name of this place is, and it has been one of the most crime areas in the whole of Gotham since a long time ago.

The residents who can move here have already moved away, and the ones who can't move away have a backstage, and the homeless people rarely gather here, because after you sleep here, you are likely to wake up in another place, or even never wake up again.

The rain in late autumn made the temperature extremely low, but Jason, who has always been afraid of the cold, completely ignored this low temperature. He was still slowly walking in the rain towards his destination. He was born and raised here, and he lived on his own until he was picked up by Bruce.

The surrounding residential buildings are exactly the same as they remember, except that most of them have lost their original light. Everything seems to have changed here, and time seems to have stopped in this neighborhood.

Eventually, Jason's footsteps stopped at the mouth of a narrow alleyway, and he looked at the alleyway where there was only one dumpster. It was here that he met Bruce.

He had nothing to do that day, no money to buy something to eat, and was thinking about what to do, when the super handsome car was parked here so quietly.

He hadn't seen a Batmobile, but from the looks he knew it was worth a lot of money, so he got a wrench to remove the tires, which he should be able to sell for a good buck.

And then? Then the man suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, and asked him in a voice that was enough to break the courage of the crime:

"You should know it's a Batmobile."

He was terrified, and when he was picked up by the man with one hand, he felt that he was going to fight back, he had seen how Batman beat up the criminals.

But he wasn't beaten, and the man, who had been made the embodiment of fear by the criminals, took out two sandwiches from the car he was unloading.

He snatched the sandwich he had bitten, he didn't quite believe the man who dressed himself like a vampire in the middle of the night, and I have to say that the cucumber-stuffed sandwich didn't taste good, but it was enough to fill his stomach after being hungry for days.

Jason looked up and glanced at the old abandoned houses nearby:

"This should be a good stage...."