svetikya Chapter 138 The Madman
Chapter 138 The Madman
Chapter 138 The Madman
Gotham.
Bat cave.
"Who on earth is this guy?!"
Dick and Bruce sat in front of the Batcomputer, both looking at the image of Red Hood playing on the screen.
The footage captured Red Hood's entire performance tonight.
His movements were analyzed frame by frame, and his words were repeatedly played.
"He knows who I am, and he also knows who Barbara and Tim are..." Dick said.
"That means he knows me too." Bruce rested his hands on his chin, his expression grave.
Dick nodded, agreeing with Bruce's assessment.
"Yeah... so you don't have a clue at all?"
Not yet.
At this moment, the screen once again showed Red Hood's final performance of the night.
A single blade cleaves a rope dart.
"Look over there, this kid is really skilled. He must have been trained, and to a high degree."
Dick's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
The emergence of such a formidable opponent is not a good sign for them.
He stepped forward and typed on the keyboard, slowing down the playback speed of the video considerably.
Dick then pointed at the screen and said, "He pulled out a knife to fight back before you could even put the rope around his wrists!"
"This is not something that can be done casually. I'll say it again, he has undergone very rigorous training."
Upon hearing this, Bruce hummed in response, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.
After a moment, he said, "And his knife."
"knife?"
"He knows what kind of knife can cut my rope."
"Okay, this guy's danger level has to be raised another notch."
Dick sighed, "He admitted to kidnapping Barbara and Tim, but... he didn't ask for anything?"
"I mean, a kidnapper must have some motive for kidnapping someone, right?"
"So why did he kidnap Barbara and Tim?"
Bruce was silent for a moment, just about to voice his guess.
Then came the voice of the butler, Alfred.
The old man brought drinks to their side.
He handed the teacups on the tray to the two of them, then said in a perfect British accent, "Perhaps to prevent Miss Gordon and Master Drake from getting involved?"
"Thanks, Afu..."
Dick took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded in agreement with the old man.
"If this statement is also valid, then we're back to the previous question."
"Who is he? Why does he know so much about us? And why is he wearing a red helmet?!"
Dick's expression was complicated: "As far as I know, that red helmet isn't a good omen... Oh right! He also keeps a raven!"
"He planned exactly what to do with us! He anticipated everything we did!"
The first time I saw Red Hood was in Gotham Harbor.
They had just dealt with the Amozzo robot... or more accurately, the Amozzo robot was taken down by a single shot.
On the surface, it seems that the other party is helping them.
But then the communicator received news that Tim had been kidnapped.
Based on careful deduction, the other party must have come to the ideal shooting location after kidnapping Tim.
Then, at just the right moment, he fired the final shot to eliminate the Amozzo robot.
At the same time, this guy also anticipated that the two of them would frantically search for Tim in the city after learning of his disappearance.
That's crazy! This guy is fucking cunning!
Kidnapping Barbara first would prevent the risk of his subsequent actions being easily discovered.
Then Tim's disappearance led them into the plan.
"But...but why would he attack Black Mask? Why would he attack a gang leader like that?"
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Just as Dick was launching into a rapid-fire analysis...
Bruce, who was beside him, was nowhere to be seen. The teacup the butler had handed him was still on the table, steaming, but Bruce was gone.
Dick quickly turned his head and saw Batman leap into the Batmobile.
"Please!?"
He first placed the teacup on the tray carried by the butler, Alfred, then ran towards the Batmobile, yelling, "Couldn't you have just said 'Please get in' once?!"
With a light touch of his feet on the ground, he leaped high into the air, like a circus acrobat, and easily jumped into the unfolded cabin of the Batmobile.
Take a few seconds to sit down and fasten your seatbelt, and you'll hear his complaints.
"Holy crap, I feel like my butt really has gotten bigger..."
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Nightwing turned to look at the silent Batman.
"Where are we going?"
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"Go visit him in prison."
Nightwing understood and nodded slightly, knowing which person Batman was referring to when he said "visiting in prison".
A dividing line where a large swarm of bats flies by: Arkham Asylum.
This is a mental hospital for criminals located on the outskirts of Gotham City.
Most of the prisoners there are extremely dangerous and terrifying criminals, although most of them were sent there by Batman himself.
But for these lunatics, it was just another trip home.
At this moment.
Inside a closed prison cell.
Batman and Nightwing stood in front of a green-haired man wearing a burnt yellow straitjacket.
His face looked as if it had been coated with white powder, pale and bloodless, but his lips were exceptionally red, as if he had applied a lipstick that would never fade.
The clown raised an eyebrow, blinking his eyes like a puppy that hadn't seen its owner in a long time, his gaze fixed intently on the Dark Knight before him.
It's as if the other person is some kind of delicious dessert.
The clown licked his lips: "To see you come to visit me, even dying would be worthwhile!"
After he finished speaking, he inexplicably began to tremble, and then let out a series of uncontrollable laughs.
"Oh, I forgot, you never kill anyone, and you would never kill me, hahahahahahahahaha!"
Nightwing glanced at him irritably, then looked at Batman, who had barely spoken since leaving the Batcave.
Batman's entire body was covered by a black cape.
He waited until the clown's maniacal laughter subsided, then lifted a corner of his cloak and held a photograph up to the clown's face.
"This is the Red Hood who's been around lately. How much do you know about him?"
It was clearly a question, but Batman said it with an affirmative tone.
It seems the Joker believes he must know who this guy is!
The clown tilted his head, looking at the red helmet in the photo with a rather serious expression.
"This helmet really brings back memories, and the clothing taste is just so-so... no, it's absolutely terrible!"
The clown raised his head, his expression animated: "When I put on this red hood, that's what elegance is, Bat."
"It makes me look like a five-star hotel restaurant manager, not a motorcycle fetishist."
"These younger generations these days... their taste is really terrible!"
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He noticed that the two people who came to visit him in prison did not respond.
The clown looked somewhat dejected and uninterested.
He looked up at Nightwing beside Bat and said, sounding aggrieved, "It's been so long since we last saw each other, kid. Did you miss your Uncle J?"
Nightwing sneered, "I truly hope I never see you again in this lifetime."
"Well... I think that's probably difficult."
The clown chuckled, "Oh dear, I still prefer your angry look from back then. Your fists were practically begging me 'hello' back then."
"What? Now that your successor has become food for maggots, you can no longer tell jokes?"
Nightwing clenched his fists tighter.
But Batman beside him instantly made his move.
He lifted the clown up with one hand and slammed him hard against the narrow cell wall.
The clown cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The next second, the back of his head slammed heavily against the wall with a dull thud.
Immediately afterwards, two black hands gripped the top of the clown's neck, above his straitjacket.
Wow!
The clown showed no sign of pain, but instead exclaimed with delight, "So, it's finally time to deliver the killing blow!"
Although his breathing was somewhat affected, the clown acted as if nothing was wrong.
"Or are you still not going to kill anyone, and just want me to be in a cast for a few more months?"
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Hearing the other person's words, which were like a knife to the heart.
The veins on the back of Batman's hand are almost popping out of his leather glove!
He gritted his teeth, anger instantly taking over his mind.
"Do it, Bat, avenge that child!"
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Nightwing, who witnessed the whole thing, opened his mouth, but in the end, he kept it closed, choosing to trust the old man's emotional control.
With a bang.
Batman released his hands, letting the Joker fall to the ground.
The Joker sighed, half his face pressed against the dirty floor, while the other eye glanced at Batman.
At this moment, the word "madness" seemed to have slipped away from him.
The Joker became much calmer and more composed.
He said calmly, "How disappointing, Bat. How much more do I have to do before you escape from that self-imposed prison?"
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"Whatever."
The clown rolled his eyes.
The straitjacket severely restricted his movements, making even simple actions like getting up from the ground difficult.
The Joker leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling slightly, and said breathlessly, "This is the new Red Hood."
He looked up and met Batman's white eyes in a calm gaze.
"You really think I'd cause so much trouble without clearly letting you know I'm doing this?"
"I'm not crazy."
"You're the one who's crazy!"
"Batman!"
"Haha ...
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Outside the prison cell.
The prison guard in charge of watching the patients' rooms glanced at the room of the madman.
The maniacal laughter seemed to never stop.
He truly deserves to be called Gotham's craziest lunatic.
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