Chapter 2039: Knight's Horrifying Night (Twenty-Three)

"Sorry, Peter, we just went to check the program records of the spectator mode. The performance was pretty good, but can you please cooperate with us to test another function?"

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

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

"What specific project is it?" Peter asked a little curiously. He didn't understand what kind of project the doctor could call the ultimate.

"You captured the Riddler earlier, right?"

"Yes, he should still be in Arkham Asylum now, unless something unexpected happens."

"If nothing else, there must have been an accident." Schiller sighed and said: "We found that the Riddler 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 ahead, Peter."

Standing in the cage, Jason watched Peter stare at the sky in a daze for a while, then started arranging the things on his arms again, and then left the Batcave without looking back.

Jason could feel the discomfort in his body disappearing, mainly because the deeper old injuries no longer hurt so much. 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 right now. Your physical condition is not optimistic. To be more precise, it is terrible."

Jason let out a "ha" and sat down on the spot, silently feeling the changes in his body. Then he tried to say: "Okay, Batman's choice is indeed bold enough. You will tell me everything I am thinking." Batman?"

"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."

"Only a ghost can believe it," Jason said.

The other party stopped answering, but Jason was obviously not that easy to give in. He continued: "If I interfere with you now, will you repair my body?"

"No, compared to my last host, you are quite taciturn. I don't mind chatting."

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

"Your longest record is not changing your socks for a week and three days because you really like those orange striped ones..."

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

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

"Stop bluffing, aren't you just a talking medical warehouse?" Jason curled his lips and said.

"In fact, I have a lot of magical abilities, but I don't recommend you to use it, because obviously staying here quietly and waiting for the wound to be healed is the best choice for you."

"I don't need anyone else to teach me what the best choice is." Jason's voice deepened 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 suggest you... okay, but if Batman comes here, you have to bear all the responsibility."

Jason waved his hand impatiently and stood up from the ground. He felt that his muscles had become stronger, or it could be said that he had not felt this weak anymore for a long time.

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

Jason first touched the railing. 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.

"Place your hands on the railing." He asked, "What's next?"

Before he finished speaking, the harsh noise of metal deformation rang in his ears, and the hard metal railings of the Bat Prison were ripped open to create 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 he said, "I regretted it. You have to bear half of the responsibility, no, at least two-thirds."

"Are you worried about Batman being angry?"

"I didn't." Jason said with a higher tone of voice: "I was just stating the fact that now I know he had 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 notice the red light or warning voice of the camera, so he strode out of the prison.

Jason returned to his base and opened his equipment warehouse. There was a new armor that was almost completed, with a dark red metal hood.

Jason took a deep breath, touched the mask with his fingers, and said to himself: "The most important thing I have learned in this year is, don't count on anyone, especially Batman."

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

Jason's voice stopped, but nothing actually interrupted him. It was just that he couldn't continue speaking the lines he had planned. His mind was filled with what Batman said and what Peter 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 looked at the air and asked.

"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, saying as if to convince himself: "I am not, and I am not trying to emphasize that I am a fragile baby who 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 killing, then breaking the rules is just to shoot the criminal, 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 pain, 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 detained the Joker virus infected people.

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

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.

And when he arrived at the base, he found that it had been attacked at some point. There was a big hole in the door of the cell used for detention, 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 went 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 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 me. 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 now a public network? 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 those Joker virus infected people, kill the one who has become the Joker, and put the others back in prison.

Batman will be very busy in the next 24 hours. Jason knows that if this matter involves the FBI and the military, then maybe Batman can get away easily, but Bruce Wayne can't.

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, and it can't last more than 48 hours. He has to kill the Joker before Batman comes back.

On the way to Panesar Studios, Jason's eyes were always flashing with 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 about.

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

These clips were 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 fall down heavily, as if a piece of his chest was hollowed out.

Like some compulsive behavior, he kept recalling these, describing the details of this memory that he had not seen with his own eyes in his mind, including their appearance and clothes, and 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, trying not to think about all this nonsense. The Joker was not that easy to deal with.

But he would not fall for the same mistake twice. He brought enough equipment this time. He believed that he could put an end to the Joker as he had imagined.