Bat Fight Simulator

Jason is now in the Bat Cave receiving the attentive treatment of the old butler. The bloody burns on his back are stuck to his uniform. He didn't even use anesthesia, and let the sharp scalpel cut the cloth that healed with the wound bit by bit.

In fact, if it had been treated in time at the beginning, it wouldn't have been so serious now. Unfortunately, the birds always have a rebellious heart, which is specifically manifested in not wanting to listen to advice and liking to be strong.

At the first moment of being attacked, Jason began to look for suspicious figures around him. He knew that those time bombs must have remote controls, and they would only press the switch after confirming that the target was within the range.

Regardless of his own injuries, he made a big move to search, and the process was very smooth. He found the clown who was still hovering nearby and observing him very easily. No, that was not the clown.

Jason broke the mask on the other person's face and looked at the face underneath that was also covered with oil paint, but it was not the clown he wanted to find. It was just a fake, a member of the clown gang? Or a new copycat crime?

Red Hood didn't believe that a simple imitator could accurately find his safe house and avoid all the alarms and defense measures he had set up to place the bomb.

He was not alarmed, nor did he find anything unusual.

Anyone who can think can see the strangeness behind this incident. If no one is making trouble, Jason will glue Juan Jim to the chair in front of the vegetable porridge plate with glue.

Although Jason was eager to divert the blame, the idea was aborted halfway. He still had to eat the patient's nutritious meal under the personal supervision of the old housekeeper.

The green vegetable leaves floated on the surface of the porridge. After taking a bite, it seemed that only salt was added, and it was very little. As for other additives and seasonings, don't even think about it.

Jason frowned and ate two bites. Well, he was not as picky as other birds, but he still felt it was not delicious.

After catching the fake Joker, Batman jumped out to intercept, and then both of them were in a bad mood, and because of the difference in ideas, the gunpowder smell between them was terrible.

If Nightwing hadn't come out to stop him, Jason's injury might have been even worse.

After all the injuries, both major and minor, were dealt with, Jason stared at the hedgehog occupying the keyboard of the Batcomputer.

Speaking of which, he had seen the little guy jumping around on the keyboard since he entered here. It was obvious that it wanted to use its two little paws to operate it with restraint, but it was too short, with short arms and legs. All four limbs were not even a quarter of the size of the operating table, and it had to jump, and its body was almost twisted into a twisted hedgehog.

"What is that thing?"

Jason pointed his lips to indicate the little animal in front of the Batcomputer. He still had thick bandages on his hands. After all, in addition to his back, the abrasions on his forearms and the fractures when he hit the ground were also serious, but he didn't pay much attention to these minor injuries.

Nightwing, who was sitting next to the injured person, supervising him to eat porridge and helping to peel apples, took a look, thought about it, thought about it again and again, and finally made up a reasonable explanation temporarily.

"Batman's new Robin." His tone was sincere and every word was true. After all, they were considered old Robins, and Damian was indeed the new Robin in office.

After all, it was the truth. Regardless of whether Jason believed it or not, Nightwing was very satisfied with his statement.

Then he met his younger brother's complex look of three parts shock, three parts speechless, two parts unbelievable, one part incomprehensible, and one part accustomed. As for why he could analyze the data chart so clearly, he could only say that he really knew the other party very well.

Touching his conscience and thinking about it, it was completely Jason's reaction.

"Damn, is this true or not." From the momentary aphasia to the subsequent cursing, he even easily accepted this answer. After all, Batman just changed Robin again.

"What about Damian," Jason also convinced himself by the way, "Yes, that demon cub likes this kind of small animal the most, and he is probably having fun somewhere."

Due to Batman's numerous criminal records, Damian's black history was finally preserved under the unremitting efforts of his elder brother.

And Jason obviously didn't care about why the Batcave suddenly raised hedgehogs. He was more concerned about the Joker.

"I remember you should be recovering from your injuries." The old butler who came down to the Batcave again with cookies looked at the Thorn who was still jumping around on the operating table and stepping on the keyboard, with a look of disapproval.

He also knew that the other party didn't want him to embarrass himself in front of Master Jason and Master Timothy, so he rarely rudely avoided the question of address.

But he was also very dissatisfied with the issue of the recovery of the two injured, one big and one small. At least Jason obviously wanted to go out to find the so-called Joker clues, which was enough for the old butler to refuse with a strong attitude.

Of course, the hedgehog couldn't speak, and the other party just stepped on the keyboard one letter at a time to type a sentence.

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--I have rested long enough.

It is obvious that Damian is eager to change back when he gradually gets used to this little hedgehog body, and then do new work to help Batman.

Since Alfred was standing in front of the computer, Jason didn't see what the little guy did. His attention was still on Nightwing, and he tried to get more information from his big brother.

"Well, no matter what kind of Robin the old guy picked up, I just want to know what the Joker is like now."

"There should be a certain number of dead or alive, right? It's impossible that the Joker is also doing the same thing." Jason unceremoniously picked up the apple pieces that Dick had peeled and cut and ate them.

"At least we have confirmed that the Joker is dead. You have confirmed it too, right? After all, it has turned into ashes."

Jason confirmed that the Joker was dead. In fact, they had confirmed it countless times. The Joker was indeed dead.

But the problem is also here. The Joker is dead, so who is targeting Jason, why does he know Jason's safe house, and why can he confirm his whereabouts so accurately.