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Roy and Jason face each other on the roof of the car, the latter's black cape fluttering in the wind.

"What the hell do you want? Jason? Roy asked aloud.

"Let things be what they should have been - I'll be Batman and right all the wrongs of this city." He said.

"That can't be." Roy said lightly, "Batman is dead, no matter how much you dress alike, you can never be him." ”

Jason sneered.

"Really? That's what you think of him, too? He snorted, "You so-called 'superheroes' never dare to cross that last line, the line that can make you really make a difference." You watched the city fall into disaster, but did nothing but stick to the stereotypical rules of an old fellow who was dead. ”

"That's his glory." Roy said lightly.

"Yes!" Jason raised his voice, "I already understand Bruce, maybe it's really his glory." But now that he is dead, he has proven with his life that this will not help him in anything for the cause he is trying to accomplish! Unbelief? Then take a good look at yourselves. Tonight, I may have failed...... But what are you all doing? Did you stop the explosion of the police station or the fall of Arkham? ”

Jason said this, took off his helmet and threw off the train and flew into the tunnel, tearing off his cloak with one hand.

"I'll tell you, because you're all shrouded in his shadow, forever just in Batman's shadow. But I'm different, I'm the one who actually makes the move! ”

With that, he drew his gun again with the help of his cloak in his hand.

But Roy reacted faster, completely invisible, and a black batrang flew and hit Jason's hand holding the gun, and the gun he had just pulled out was shot out before he could open the safe, and was swept into the air flow in the direction of the train, like falling into a flashing slide and being turned over.

Roy grabbed it at the same time, and Jason took a half-step back and swung his other hand with all his might. The pitch-black cloak was pulled by him, and as soon as he let go, it swooped down on Roy mercilessly in the direction of the fierce wind like a tiger jumping with all its might.

The black cape, suddenly unfurled in the hurricane, turned into an overwhelming black shadow, and wrapped towards Roy. There was simply not enough room to dodge in such a narrow space on the train, and before he could react, the rapid wind slammed the cloak into Roy's face, and his vision suddenly went dark.

"I'm not going to kill you, but as I said before......" Jason took the opportunity to rush forward quickly, and his fist fell Roy, who was wrapped in a cloak in front of him, "Don't get in my way!" ”

Completely lost vision, but Roy remained calm. Now, he can't rely on his eyes to find flaws in the other person's movements, this time he must rely entirely on experience and other senses to predict.

With his arms dull over his skull, Roy felt a blow to his leg joint and left arm. There was also an armor-piercing bullet embedded in the armor of his left arm, and blood flowed on the black armor, as if it were dark black.

Jason's punch shook the wound on his left arm, bleeding faster and almost losing sensation in his arm. But at the same time, he also roughly perceived Jason's movements with the help of these two moments, and a picture completed by the brain quickly took shape in his mind.

If his feeling is correct, then now he must accurately predict Jason's next move and reverse it with one move. If you mispredict your move, or even the slightest deviation in timing, it can lead to defeat.

Victory or defeat is here.

Without any hesitation, Roy tore off the cloak in front of him with his left hand, and his right hand slammed out from under the cloak with a bottom-to-top hook, leaving no room for himself to change his moves or maneuver.

Then, he did hit something with the tip of his fist.

Jason never expected that the other party would make such an incredible counterattack in this situation, and unsuspectingly sent his chin forward to Roy's fist, and was immediately knocked back with a muffled snort, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and was scattered by the wind on the train.

When Roy shook off his cloak, Jason was half-lying on the ground, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, as if he had given up on any more tricks.

Roy pressed his left arm, and the pain was too much to feel at this point.

Jason propped his elbows on the roof of the train and snorted.

"You're right." "Bruce's death did affect me, but so what? Am I doing it wrong? He may be a stubborn, nasty old fellow, but after all, ......"

At this point, he couldn't go on, as if he had pressed the pause button.

“...... I can't watch what he has worked so hard all his life burning. Jason shook his head and said, "Bruce has struggled all his life, and in the end, all he left behind is a Gotham on the verge of shattering. He was too idealistic, and it was his first mistake to make himself public, and Batman should hide in the shadows and become a legend on the streets, which is more conducive to the shaping of the impression of fear. His second mistake was to work with Police Chief Jim Gordon to gain recognition. But that in itself was a mistake, and Batman didn't need to be admitted, it would only make him look a little more mortal. And I will learn from him, I will not make his mistakes again, and I will save the city! ”

"So you're killing to get there?" Roy said coldly, "Don't make excuses for yourself. In the past, I didn't have a problem with what you did, because I believe your bullets are all made sure to kill the right people. ”

"Me too." Jason said.

"No, you're just venting." Roy said, "Of all the people you have killed in your indiscriminate strafing these days, do you dare to say that you have investigated every single one of them clearly?" Have you ever thought that maybe one of them was forced to fall by the city? Maybe he was there to feed a seriously ill loved one? Maybe it's for the kids who are about to be born in this damn city? And you just appeared, without even looking him in the eye, mercilessly extinguishing the glimmer of hope that might still be left in his heart. What would you do if, years later, a child who lost his father in childhood had to follow the path of his father? Give him a bullet too? ”

Jason snorted, ignoring it.

Roy's tone softened: "I know, Bruce is dead, this is a difficult time to get through......"

"I don't have ......"

"You have, and there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's all the same for us." Roy continued, "But that doesn't give you a reason to vent your anger. ”

Roy stepped forward and held out his hand to him.

"Stop it, there will be another way."

Jason stared at him for a moment.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet." Roy said, "But I can assure you. ”

Jason closed his eyes slightly, and stood up with his outstretched hand.

"Believe you once."

The car exited the tunnel and drove along the elevated tracks into the city.

"Then it's up to you." Jason said, "I might have to leave for a while...... Go outside of Gotham, where everything in the streets is too easy to remind people of him. ”

"Good luck."

Jason jumped from the top of the carriage and quickly disappeared into Gotham at night. (To be continued.) )