[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

It's going to be a busy night.

Among the high-rise buildings, the lights of the street lamps shine downwards, which can only make people notice their feet. The lampposts are printed on the ground one by one, forming a bright white circle.Those lights draw pedestrians' attention to the ground, leaving no one to notice what's happening above the city, which is generally the domain of bats.

A hand covered in black armor firmly grasped the man's collar, and with the strength of only one hand, he hung a man weighing about two hundred pounds in the air.

The man kicked his legs in the air in a panic, like a grasshopper whose wings have been pinched by humans.His feeble struggle could not shake the hand a bit.He was moved a step forward, the man's lips turned pale, his two hands grabbed the arm that was holding him, and he stopped moving.

As he walked forward, the bat-shaped shadow stepped out of the darkness and entered the visible range with the help of the outside light. "Jiorgo Giovanni, I am not a patient person, I hope you can tell the truth and save us time."

Jogo held Batman's arm tightly, and he didn't care that his little finger was cut by the broken blade and dripping with blood.The wind from above was blowing up from his feet, ready to swallow Batman as soon as he let go. "Whatever you want to ask, I'll say it, and I'll say it all."

Batman withdrew his hand back, the distance between them was close, his eyes looked at the person in front of him through a white film. "A factory in Fort Austin was bombed tonight. You are in charge. I need to know what's there."

"I, I have a list of products in my computer." Qiao Ge said tremblingly.

The bat's arm shook, "Lie!" The throat cancer-like hoarse voice hit his heart heavily, "Listen, I investigated you, you recycled expired drugs and medical equipment, and reprocessed them to sell to the poor. At the same time, you also colluded with Gotham's charitable foundation to resell the medicines that should have been distributed to the poor." The hand drooped, making Jogo's eyes widen, "You know that the medicines you took away could have been given to the poor." How many people did you save?"

"I know I was wrong! I'm sorry! We stopped doing that kind of business last month!" Jogo yelled heartbreakingly, "Under my cabinet, there is a handwritten product list!"

The wind howled, and Jhogo was kneeling on the floor when he woke up again.Batman handcuffs him to the table to prevent him from escaping.

"GCPD will come to take over you." He only said one sentence, then turned to the cabinet mentioned by Jogo, and as if he had the ability to see through, he directly opened the hidden compartment and took away the thick product list.

The Batmobile is speeding through the night, and Bruce is on the line with Dick and Tim at the same time. "They recently took over a batch of gl11 venom. The pharmacists in the factory tried to reproduce the effect of the venom and produced a batch of counterfeit products. Three months ago, the counterfeit products had been secretly sold to the outside world. The genuine venom has remained in the factory used for research."

Tim reported after he finished, "The factory pharmacist lay in the GCPD morgue a month ago. The cause of death they concluded was an ordinary street fight, and he was hit by a pond fish. The matching prescription for the imitation Nobody knows but him."

"So what the Red Hood took was Bane's gl11 venom? It looks like it should be the most valuable thing in that broken factory." Dick concluded.

"From the perspective of value and efficacy, it has a slightly higher probability of being tampered with." Tim said.

"I talked to Bane," Dick said, his tone a little hesitant, "he knows that the gl11 venom has spread to the outside world, but according to him, the venom the factory has is a 'defective product', and they can't possibly According to this, to make real venom, only similar steroids can be obtained. The pharmacist did not do it, he thinks...the one who did it was the clown, and he seems to have been interested in this for a long time."

"Another reminder that there are clown people in GCPD." Tim sighs. "It's hard work for them to pretend to be normal."

"Get him out," Bruce said, as the Batmobile swerved sharply in the other direction, "we'll find the Joker."

"I guess they have followed the factory's clues to Bane." Jason said, he was walking in the dark underground, and the night vision goggles in his hood allowed him to move freely in the dark, "No, just a little faster, They've got the informant who got the Joker from Bane."

"You don't have much time left." A voice came from the communicator placed inside the hood, "You are only one step ahead of them."

"It's two steps." Jason said, "The clown is not so easy to find. If we didn't have foreign aid, and your plant children are really useful, we wouldn't have touched his lair so quickly. Bats You have to step into one or two places where the clowns used to create a maze before you can find this place."

There was a bit of arrogance and pride in Poison Ivy's voice, "My children have always been strong and beautiful."

"Wait a moment." Jason stopped in his tracks, "I heard voices."

Familiar with the loud laughter engraved into the soul, the sound that rang out countless times in hell and dark green pools.Jason's heart was pounding, and before him was a crude maze of mirrors.The clown's favorite trick.

Generally speaking, the clown appreciates the North Cape play area more, he's such a dramatic guy.But this time the stage he arranged was not on the ground, but underground.Old Gotham Subway had been abandoned for years, long enough for him to turn it into his own playground.

It's obviously still being remodeled here, and many of the countless absent clown features haven't been put in yet.There are a few unpacked paint buckets beside the mirror maze. In the dark environment, you can clearly see the large white characters "HAHAHA" on the wall. There is a "W" that hasn't been painted yet. What do you want to brush in half a sentence.

The clown's mind is surprisingly easy to understand at certain times, and when the chaos reaches a peak, it will become order.

He is not invincible.Jason murmured in his heart.He's just a regular guy, no different from so many other villains in Gotham.They all just caused harm to others.

He bent his knees, and the moment he jumped up, he turned into a bat and flew into the depths of the darkness.The bat is so common in abandoned subway tunnels that he easily flies past the clown's hordes all the way to the deepest point.The creepy laughter he heard came from here.

The clown kept walking up and down, talking and laughing loudly with people around him, and making strange remarks.Jason stared at him quietly, as a quiet, silent bat.He found that the fear in his heart had subsided a lot, and even the anger felt ridiculous.

Everyone is different to everyone else, and so is the clown.He always behaves elusively in front of the Bat-family, as if he is the chaos itself, trying to intimidate them, using all kinds of cruel and bloody means to prove that human beings will be crushed.When he's in front of his own men, Jason can see the meaning behind his every move, even though the Joker is still synonymous with Discord in the eyes of his ardent followers.

Yep, that's it, he's no big deal.Especially when Harley joins them and tells them...some interesting things, the origin of the clown becomes as simple and transparent as water after precipitation with alum.

Jason lay on the rock wall at the top of the tunnel, waiting patiently.A few minutes later, the clown dismissed his men and entered the depths of the playroom he had prepared alone.The criminal didn't notice that a bat followed him and flew in quietly.

When he realized that the man's big hand had twisted his neck, "Good evening."

***

King's Poker is next door to the Ace Chemical Plant, which the Red Hoods briefly occupied as a base.And the Ace chemical plant, where the clown was born.

The moment Bruce stepped into the king poker room, he really wanted the night to be over.Everyone was in circles tonight, the girls took care of the street gangsters and took over the normal night watch.Dick was in Arkham Asylum at first, and then went to GCDP to join Tim.The Batmobile's engine roared from one end of the city to the other, nerve-wracking for too long, leaving each of them mentally exhausted.

The clown has been hanging on the rock for too long, it's time to hit the ground.Bruce came here hoping to put an end to the clown's escape.

He soon discovered that this was another trap set by the other party's suspicious array.Several modified people who were strengthened by venom like Bane rushed out from the corner of the poker field.Bruce jumped up, and the tightrope established a horizontal foothold on the support posts at both ends of the poker field.He stepped on it and hovered steadily in mid-air.

A cyborg swooped down from the second floor, Bruce raised his head and shot out bat claws, the claws pierced the cyborg's muscles, and high-voltage current ran through his body.Bruce looked around, and more and more cyborgs rushed out from the corner.

Bane's clues are bait, and he and the Joker may have reached some kind of alliance.But they had to bite the hook, in order to avoid causing more damage.

Bane's power and terror lie not in his body strengthened after injection of venom, but in his wisdom and planning.He broke Bruce's back once when he was exhausted.

That doesn't mean that the many nerfed versions of Bane Bane aren't scary.

Dick and Tim are on their way.Bruce was submerged in the ocean of biochemical humans and struggled. I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the bat hanging upside down above the poker field had its own thinking.

Is it looking at him?But with such a big movement, why didn't the bat fly away?

The bat seemed to sense his inner thoughts and flapped its wings to leave.Four cyborgs stepped forward and suppressed Bruce's limbs at the same time, making him unable to move.A pair of cyborg hands locked his throat, tightening to wrench his neck alive.

A flash of light broke through the darkness in the poker arena, the steel monster crashed into the wall, and gravel splashed around the edge of the car lights.The bat's car parked tamely in front of its owner.Bruce activates the Batmobile's weapon function in a difficult move.The high-voltage electric current bounced away the cyborgs beside him, as well as himself. Fortunately, he had prepared early, and hit his back against the wall. He was only bruised, but he did not lose consciousness.

Who started the Batmobile?Thinking it was Dick or Tim, Bruce quickly ended the fight and opened the door of the Batmobile.

There was no one inside.

"Your voice can activate the voice control system of the Batmobile?" Poison Ivy was a little surprised.

"Before, when I was not a dead Robin." Jason's voice gradually dropped, "He may just have forgotten to delete my permissions."

"...I don't want to persuade you at this time," said Poison Ivy, "you and Harley are annoyingly sensual at certain moments."

“得了吧，我比她强。”杰森嗤笑，“我刚把她心爱的男人揍成一滩烂肉，说实话，有点爽，我甚至想再来一次。”

"Don't be upset, do you want to see a trick?" Poison Ivy gave a chuckle without malice, "I left some spores on your body, they were originally used to communicate when the communication failed. Now we Most of the missions have already been completed, and they can be used to play other little tricks."

Jason clicked his tongue, "No matter how much you please me, I still have to say that I will never turn into a mimosa or live with a mimosa on my head again, Ivy."

"It's nothing to do with you," Poison Ivy snorted, "Just because of the bat, he once blocked a bullet for me."

Countless tiny spores floated up, flickering and emitting a faint light.They lingered around Jason, landing on his fingertips like countless little fireflies.

Jason stared at the glowing spores on his fingertips for a while, then smiled, "Thank you, Ivy."

The author has something to say: Regarding the way the clown is handled, I personally think it will be quite cool

The state of the clown is a DC comic that is not the main world, you can guess which one it is hehe