Chapter 2079: Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Three)

"Sorry, Peter, we just checked the program records of the spectator mode, and the performance is not bad, but can you cooperate with us to test another function?"

Schiller's voice sounded in Peter's ears. After hearing the familiar doctor's tone, he almost cheered and answered: "Of course, what should I do?"

"We want to test the task system, and there happens to be a more extreme project in this city. I wonder if you are interested..."

"What is the specific project?" Peter asked a little curiously. He didn't understand what kind of project could be called extreme by the doctor.

"You caught the Riddler before, right?"

"Yes, he should still be in Arkham Asylum now, if nothing unexpected happens."

"If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected must happen." Schiller sighed and said, "We found that the Riddler has reappeared in Gotham and hid more than 100 trophies throughout the city."

"We will provide you with a map system, and you need to use various tools and methods to find all the trophies. Go, Peter."

Jason, standing in the cage, watched Peter stare at the sky for a while, started to organize the things on his arm again, and then left the Batcave without looking back.

Jason could feel that the discomfort in his body was disappearing, mainly because the deeper old injuries were no longer so painful, and he began to try to communicate with the strange creatures in his brain.

"Are you there? Can you understand me?"

"Hello, I'm here. I can communicate with humans, but I'm a little busy now. Your physical condition is not optimistic. To be more precise, it's terrible."

Jason said "Ha", sat down where he was, and silently felt the changes in his body. Then he tried to say, "Okay, Batman's choice is really bold. Will you tell Batman everything I'm thinking?"

"No, I can't do it." The voice answered him gently, "If you don't allow me to turn on the online mode, no information about you will be revealed."

"No one believes it." Jason said.

The other party stopped talking, but Jason obviously didn't give in so easily. He continued, "If I interfere with you now, will you damage my body?"

"No, you are more taciturn than my last host. I don't mind chatting."

"You must be trying to trick me, right?"

"Your longest record is one week and three days without changing socks, because you really like the orange striped ones..."

"Stop talking." Jason covered his forehead and said, "I know you can read my memory, don't emphasize this to me repeatedly, parasite."

"I don't mind you calling me a parasite, but I'm not a bug. I'm not between the cells in your body, but in every cell. I am you."

"Stop bluffing. Aren't you just a talking medical cabin?" Jason said with a sneer.

"In fact, I have many magical abilities, but I don't recommend you to use them, because it is obviously the best choice for you to stay here quietly and wait for your wounds to heal."

"I don't need others to teach me what is the best choice." Jason's voice sank again, and then he said: "Don't wait here stupidly, find a way to take me out, I still have things to do."

"I don't recommend you...Okay, but if Batman comes, you have to take all the responsibility yourself."

Jason waved his hand impatiently and stood up from the ground. He felt that his muscles became stronger, or it could be said that he hadn't felt weak for a long time.

"Put your hands on the railing." The voice said to him.

Jason touched the railing first. In fact, he already knew that the railing was not powered, but it was just an instinctive reaction. After all, he was not sure whether Batman had set up monitoring or remote control.

"Put your hands on the railing." He asked: "What's next?"

Before he finished speaking, the harsh noise of metal deformation sounded in his ears, and the hard metal railings dedicated to the Bat Prison were directly torn open with a large hole for people to pass through.

After Jason stepped out, he looked back at the deformed railing, his Adam's apple rolled up and down and said, "I regret it. You have to take half of the responsibility, no, at least two-thirds."

"Are you worried that Batman will be angry?"

"I'm not." Jason raised his voice and said, "I'm just stating a fact. Now I know he has a good reason to lock you up."

"Not fair, my host."

Jason turned around and picked up his mask from the table next to him and put it on. He looked around and didn't find the red light and warning voice of the camera, so he strode out of the prison.

Jason returned to his base and opened his equipment warehouse, where there was a nearly completed new armor with a dark red metal hood.

Jason took a deep breath, stroked the mask with his fingers, and said to himself, "The most important lesson I learned in this year is not to count on anyone, especially Batman."

"I can take revenge on my own, right? I'm Jason Todd, not some nameless young assistant to a superhero, not anymore."

"I should have my own code name, I..."

Jason's voice stopped, but nothing interrupted him. It was just that he couldn't continue with the lines he had prepared. His mind was full of what Batman and Peter had said.

"Damn it, the grudge between me and the Joker is not over!" Jason gritted his teeth and said, "Will I let him go like this? Why should I let him go like this? Of course I will kill him."

"What do you think?" Jason asked, looking into the air.

"You don't need my opinion." The voice replied calmly.

But this made Jason feel particularly irritable. He walked to the chair with a red mask and sat down, as if to convince himself, saying: "I am not, nor do I want to emphasize that I am a fragile baby. I just cried and made a fuss when I was kidnapped. I am not saying how much I can't stand his torture."

"In fact, I persisted, I am still alive, and I just confirmed my original idea that those criminals deserved to die."

He stopped again when he said this, and he remembered the look in Peter's eyes when he said the last few words to him.

If you set the bottom line as not to kill people, then breaking the rules is just to shoot the criminals, but if you meet someone who makes you feel that death cannot atone for his sins...

Jason shook his head vigorously, he thought, no, when he was in the most painful time, he just wanted to kill the Joker, so just kill him like this.

The strong young man stood up from the chair, took off the original mask, put on the new dark red mask on his face, tightened the pistol at his waist, and strode out of the door.

He came to the base where Batman imprisoned the Joker virus infected people.

In fact, this is not a secret, especially now that Batman and the Prophet are both absent, and Jason still has the original Prophet system access rights.

If the Joker in Batman's body dies, then the Joker's backup plan will come in handy. Now the Joker is in this base, at least part of the Joker.

When he arrived at the base, he found that it had been attacked at some point. There was a big hole on the door of the cell where he was detained, and there were traces of bombing by unknown weapons on the ground.

Jason checked carefully and found that it might be done by Harley Quinn, but this was not unexpected. It might be the Joker's plan, or it might be that the crazy woman was crazy again.

He turned around here and finally chose to investigate the Batcomputer. Sure enough, Batman had marked each infected person with a location. Jason found that they were now in a studio called Panisha.

What were they doing there?

Just as Jason was thinking, a sharp voice came from the table next to him. Jason turned his head suddenly and found that a communicator that had been placed there before rang.

Jason walked over and pressed the answer button. He didn't expect to hear Batman's voice, but the voice from the other side was a little too strange.

"Hello, Jason, I hope you can come to my place. I'll wait for you." The voice in the microphone was too low.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"You will find me."

The communication was hung up. Jason felt a little puzzled after hanging up the phone. He checked the call records, but found nothing. Obviously, this was an internal call, and the other party also used Batman's system.

Is Batman's system a public network now? Jason thought with some sarcasm, how can anyone hack into it?

Jason was alert, but he still planned to focus on what he was doing now. He had to find the map of Panesa Studios first, then go there to catch the Joker virus infected people, kill the one who had become the Joker, and put the others back to prison.

Batman will be very busy in the next 24 hours. Jason knows that if the FBI and the military are involved in this matter, then Batman may be able to get away easily, but Bruce Wayne cannot.

If Jason guessed correctly, after imprisoning Scarecrow and Penguin, Bruce Wayne must go to Washington. Amanda Waller alone can cause him a lot of trouble.

So if he wants to take revenge, he has to act quickly. That group of people can only cause some trouble for Batman. At the latest, it can't be delayed for 48 hours. He has to kill the Joker before Batman comes back.

On the way to Panesar Studios, Jason always flashed the phantom of the Joker, but for some reason, these clips were mixed with other scenes that he had not seen with his own eyes, but only heard of.

A pair of parents screamed and attacked each other, and then attacked the air like a madman, muttering numbly and desperately, and finally indulged in a filth and jumped off the roof.

These clips played repeatedly in Jason's mind, even surpassing the ugly face of the Joker when he tortured him.

The former always evokes many emotions, anger, resentment, and grievance, but the latter always makes Jason feel cold in his heart. The inexplicable coldness makes his heart sink heavily, as if a piece of his chest has been hollowed out.

He kept thinking about it like some compulsive behavior, describing the details of this memory that he had not seen in person, including their appearance and clothes, the posture of jumping down.

And the figure standing at the window staring at them.

Standing in front of the Panesar Studios, Jason closed his eyes in pain, and told himself not to think about these messes anymore. The clown is not that easy to deal with.

But he will not fall twice on the same mistake. He brought enough equipment this time, and he believed that he could put an end to the clown as he imagined.