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Jason watched in stunned silence as Bruce put on his coat and opened the balcony door.

When Jason rushed towards the balcony, he discovered that Bruce had jumped directly to the balcony next door and was jumping along the railing on the right side of the balcony next door to the balcony downstairs.

This series of actions was completed in about ten seconds. Jason didn't know who lived downstairs, but he knew that he was probably going to be in bad luck.

Jason hesitated and wanted to follow, but he also ran into trouble. That was Bruce's movements were too fast, and his ability to walk silently was not as skilled as Batman's. If he jumped over the same route as Batman, You'll find it when you get to the first balcony.

Jason quickly closed the curtains and rushed out of the door. The agents guarding the door immediately became vigilant when they saw him. Bruce Wayne did not tell them that there was anyone else in the hotel room.

"Don't shoot, you idiots." Jason gritted his teeth and said, "Where is your leader?"

The agent didn't listen to him at all. He held the gun in both hands and moved like a crab under his feet. Jason took a deep breath, and with agility and agility that was not in line with his weight, he rushed to the end of the corridor as fast as possible and punched Knocked out the agent closest to him.

Other agents approached him with guns, but did not dare to shoot. Jason took this opportunity to get into the stairwell of the emergency escape and ran downstairs as fast as possible.

Jason and Batman quarreled a lot, but this also had its advantages. Some things were not clear. At the most exaggerated time, Batman spent all his talking quota for a week on quarreling with Jason, which also meant that their communication He has the most understanding of the other person’s demeanor and the meaning of his words.

So Jason could see how angry Batman was right now.

Jason heard what Amanda said. In fact, he didn't care about his identity being exposed, or he didn't have any identity to be exposed.

He is just an orphan born at the bottom of Gotham, an uneducated little gangster. Of course, he is still a poor little kid who was kidnapped and imprisoned by a super criminal for a year.

Maybe he was thinking about Dick's future, Jason thought. After all, Dick wanted to inherit the legacy of the Grayson family and become the best trapeze artist in the world. If anyone misunderstood his relationship with Bruce Wayne, he was in Bruce Wayne. DeHaven can't get away with it.

Running down the stairs one after another, Jason calculated his position. He remembered that Bruce should have rushed into a room on this floor, but he didn't hear any movement in the corridor.

This was not a good sign. He would rather Bruce fight with someone. If there was no movement, it meant that Batman's target might be subdued in one move.

Bruce is not wearing the Batman uniform, and even if he were to wear it now, everyone would know he is Bruce Wayne.

Batman can burst into any big shot's room and threaten and intimidate them, but if it's Bruce Wayne who bursts in, he will definitely become everyone's enemy.

You can be strong and righteous, or you can be rich and sinister, but you cannot be strong, righteous, and rich and sinister at the same time.

There are many people in this world who know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and most of the people staying in this hotel are one of them. Even if they don't know, they can guess it if they think about it carefully.

It's one thing to wear a weird tights and play games with some super criminals on your turf, but it's another thing entirely to use force in a place where civilized negotiations should be taking place.

If Bruce Wayne flips the table over first, everyone else has a reason to attack him with whatever means they have.

Thinking of this, Jason became more and more anxious. He glanced at the agents in the corridor. There were probably more than three times the number of agents on their floor.

The bad news is that this may be the room of the FBI boss. The even worse news is that none of these agents are useful, and the FBI boss is probably no longer here.

Jason decided to take a detour, go down one more floor, and then climb up from the window. But as soon as he passed the corner of the stairs, he saw a figure climbing in from the corridor window.

This is the 15th floor, and the corridor windows have no balconies.

The strong man wearing black-rimmed glasses turned around and was stunned when he saw Jason standing at the top of the stairs.

Very good, he is definitely not an agent, Jason judged, because this man looked unwary, it is impossible for any agent to stand there stupidly after seeing a person of Jason's size, and even One leg was draped over the window frame and had not been removed.

Then Jason's eyes fell on the bag carried on one shoulder of this handsome man wearing black-rimmed glasses. That bag was not an ordinary briefcase. It looked bulging. Judging from the shape, it was a... camera. ?

The man finally took off the other leg. He stood there with his hand on the bag strap, pushed the side of his eye with the second joint of the index finger of his other hand, looked Jason up and down and said.

"Jason Todd? Hmm...you look a little stronger than you do in the photo."

Jason was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what photo the man was talking about. Suddenly he remembered that Amanda showed Batman a photo that stimulated him.

So it seems that the photo should have been taken at a Bat Family gathering where none of them were wearing masks, but how could this strange man who suddenly appeared know about the photo?

Jason looked at the person opposite him from head to toe again. In fact, this did not require any detective skills. This guy's dress, words and deeds, and even the information conveyed by his eyes were clearly telling others that he was a reporter. .

"Listen, Jason, don't be impulsive." The person opposite seemed to see some of Jason's aggression. He stretched out a hand to stop Jason's movements and said: "I am Clark Kent. Reporter from Daily Planet.”

Jason just nodded cautiously and ignored the hand extended by the man named Clark.

"What are you doing here? More importantly, where did you come in from?" Jason's attitude could not be called a good one. To be more precise, his tone almost sounded like he was interrogating a criminal.

"Well, I'm here to see Bruce Wayne." Clark nodded to the side, acting a little uncomfortable. Jason narrowed his eyes, clearly feeling that the man in front of him was hiding many things from him. Just as he was about to take a step forward, the symbiote spoke in his mind.

"No, don't go there, Jason, you don't want to get yourself in trouble."

"You sound like the worst kind of gangster. Were you bribed by him?"

"No, but I did learn this sentence from the movie. I think it's cool, but I'm telling the truth. The spider sense I inherited from the previous host will tell you the moment you want to punch. Me, that would be dangerous, don’t do that.”

If it had been someone else's advice, Jason might not have taken it so seriously and even insisted on giving it a try, but during the time he stayed in the hotel room, he could clearly feel that his muscle strength was slowly increasing. increase.

This shows that this strange parasitic life is more magical and powerful than he imagined, but even after increasing his muscle strength, he still made the judgment not to confront him head-on, which shows that there must be something wrong with the other party.

"Is he with you?" Clark asked.

"We were together just now, but now he's out."

"That's perfect." Clark rubbed the back of his hand, looked at Jason and said, "Can you take a few minutes to chat?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Concerning speculation about the relationship between you, I mean, Bruce Wayne and the other people in the photo."

"Do you also want to say that I am one of Bruce Wayne's weird little quirks?" Jason asked with a cold snort: "Or do you want me to reveal some more exciting details so that you can show off tomorrow morning? There is a big write-up in the newspaper, and you can make enough toilet paper from these yellow scraps to clean your editor’s bitch’s ass?”

To Jason's surprise, these words did not seem to anger the person opposite him at all. On the contrary, the reporter pushed up his glasses, showed a serious expression and said.

"No, Jason, I came here so quickly just to seek the truth of the matter."

"What truth do you want?"

At this moment, Clark's head suddenly moved. He looked warily at the stairs where Jason had just walked out. He rushed forward at a speed that Jason couldn't see clearly and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the In a reception room next to it.

Jason didn't realize it until he entered the room. He had no idea how he had been pulled here just now.

Normally, such physical contact would be regarded as an attack by him, and the only reason why he did not defend or fight back was that the force that just pulled his arm made him unable to resist at all.

Just as Jason was about to ask, he heard rapid footsteps and vague shouts.

"You, go over there, you two, come downstairs with me, don't let that damn boy get away."

Jason immediately held his breath and concentrated to prevent the chasing agents from discovering that there were two more people here. It wasn't until the sounds of voices and footsteps became farther and farther away that he turned to look at Clark next to him.

Clark carried his camera bag and walked to the single sofa next to him, and turned to look at Jason. His expression was obvious, and he obviously wanted to get Jason to talk here.

"This is not a good idea, Mr. Reporter." Jason turned to look at him and said, "There are so many people here, and that group of people will come over at any time."

"I guarantee that they won't find out that we are here, and I can also guarantee that the content of our conversation will never be spread."

"That's what every reporter guarantees."

"No, Mr. Todd." Clark sighed, pushed up his glasses and said, "I can guarantee that I am different. I am here for justice and justice, and I am here for you."

Jason frowned, hesitated for a moment and then decided to walk over and sit down opposite Clark.

Reporters have always been a problem. Jason felt that he could not let this reporter from the Daily Planet newspaper find Bruce Wayne, because they were best at telling stories and confusing right and wrong, and Bruce Wayne's current mental state might give them an opportunity to take advantage of him.

"I've heard of Batman." Clark suddenly started talking to himself, "I heard people call him Gotham's last hope, the Dark Knight who protects the night. In fact, I have always longed for this, but I know he Will not be interviewed..."

Jason narrowed his eyes, and he was keenly aware that the man in front of him knew more about Batman than just heard about it.

"So do you want to meet your idol? Or do you want to personally destroy him with your reporting?"

"No, Jason, I said, I'm here for you." Clark leaned forward, raised his head and looked into Jason's eyes and asked, "Now, I hope you answer me truthfully."

"Mr. Jason Todd, have Batman or Bruce Wayne ever abused you in any way?"