In the past moment, it was as if a blazing fire was burning in his chest, steaming the air in his lungs, and even causing illusions to appear in front of his eyes. After a long time, Moses finally broke free from this surge of emotions that came from nowhere. He slowed down his breathing to restrain the instinctive trembling of his muscles, and savored the unexpressible anger and pain that had just filled his mind, as well as the strong self-loathing that extended from a certain powerlessness.

If there is a chance to change his shell, Moses must suggest Batman to see a psychiatrist. Then he remembered that the former ugly girl Harley was also a psychiatrist, so he silently rejected this idea.

Although map artillery is not advisable, the psychological shadow is really hard to dispel.

Gotham was undoubtedly a terrible city.

When Batman pinned a 2-meter-tall man by the neck against the iron sheet of a container, and growled inquiringly when the man was having difficulty breathing and about to roll his eyes, "What exactly is Plan 10?!", both Dr. Banner, who had just witnessed a human trafficking scene and was furious, and the two minors who were protected under the bat's wings, were terrified.

Nightwing glanced at Banner, who was trying to control his anger with his eyes tightly closed. He saw the short man beside him take a few steps back. Thinking that he was frightened, he whispered to comfort him: "Don't worry, this is a necessary step."

"I know." The boy, whose real name is Jason Todd, answered in a low voice, his green eyes under the mask fixed on the tall shadow in front of him.

"I tell you!! I'll tell you!" The strong man was frightened by Batman and burst into tears. He pressed the cold hand on his neck and screamed, "But I only know a rough idea! Please don't kill me!"

"Tell me what you know." Moses, feeling a little relieved from the activity of attacking the enemy, loosened his fingers slightly, allowing the other party to speak more fluently.

"'Plan 10', that's a code name for a plan to build a large open prison town," the strong man sobbed, "led by Dean Sharp, and psychologist Dr. Hugo Strange is his deputy... but in fact, these are all excuses! Quincy Sharp made a deal with the gang and some bigwigs I don't know about, and wanted to turn Arkham City into a large-scale testing ground. Criminals are not the only experimental subjects. We are responsible for helping them smuggle mutants wandering in slums and lawless areas... These guys are not protected by the law, and they do all kinds of dirty things to survive. Even if they go missing, no one is willing to care..."

In fact, there is no one who even reports the crime. If they are powerful mutants, they may at least be able to protect themselves, but what about those ordinary mutants who are simply excluded because they are different species?

The mastermind behind this really had a good plan.

Batman's fingers tightened again: "Who is the one making the deal with you?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I'm just a small leader in charge of picking up the goods! The other party's internal management is very strict and only the leader knows - oh! Wait a minute, I have their transaction seal!"

He trembled and put down his hand to fumble in his pocket. At this moment, Moses saw a red dot climbing up the strong man's neck along his fingertips.

His heart beat faster, and without hesitation he threw the man forward, then quickly retreated and threw the two children behind the shelter. He opened a corner of his bulletproof black cape and shouted to Bruce Banner on the other side: "Get down!"

"Bang——"

The heat of the explosion surged along with his voice. The violent noise made people dizzy and their ears buzzed, but Jason Todd was not very nervous - probably because Batman's black cape covered their bodies and vision tightly, and except for the tense jawline of the person in front of him, he could not see any crisis scene.

He blinked and saw the man who had just knelt on one knee stand up without hesitation after the wind wave subsided and walked quickly to the center of the explosion.

The criminal who had agreed to leak information in exchange for his life is now dead.

Moses quickly searched in his pocket and found only the remains of half a seal with a few twisted red tentacles painted on it.

He stuffed the trophy into his belt and strode back: "Take those trading partners with you and leave here first. If the gang finds out that the information has been leaked, they will definitely use more than snipers and bombs to kill us. We can't go through the front door, Nightwing, you take-"

Batman's voice suddenly stopped.

Because Red Hood was pointing the rarely seen MAC10 submachine gun at him.

No one had expected this sudden turn of events, and the other two onlookers were stunned for a moment.

After what seemed like a century, Batman stood there motionless, as if he hadn't seen the gun, and spoke slowly: "I have to say, this is not a wise move."

"...Hand over the mutants behind you to me." The child's voice was a little hoarse, so he coughed hard before speaking, "They are my friends. I can't let you send them to the police station."

"What?" Nightwing's relaxed expression had long since disappeared. "You are here to save your friend, and so are we. Theoretically, we are on the same side, right? Or do you not trust us?"

"I can trust...Batman." This word seemed to have some kind of magic power. After it was uttered, Jason Todd felt his expression become a little wolfish. Fortunately, he still had the hood. Covering his face was definitely one of the wisest moves he had ever made in his life. "But I don't believe that the Gotham Police Department will enforce the law reasonably and treat prisoners kindly. They have done bad things because of the pressure of life, I don't deny it, but some people - if they see the light, they will die."

"You should have more faith in Commissioner Gordon."

"This is impossible! I know time is urgent, so I'll say it one last time, give the person to me! Then we can go our separate ways and part ways!"

"You won't really shoot!" Nightwing couldn't help but raise his voice, "I can see that you like Batman! And you haven't used this kind of hard-to-get hot weapon before, it's hard to hit the target!"

"Shut up." The young man, whose mood was touched, said viciously, "You can try." He turned the muzzle of the gun upwards and aimed it at Batman's chest. At the same time, his eyes involuntarily fell on the man's face, as if expecting to see some surprise or anger... any emotion.

However, to his disappointment, the figure in front of him remained as still as a mountain.

"We don't have time to argue." After a moment of silence, Batman said calmly, "Dr. Banner, please help me hand him over."

They completed a silent hostage transfer. I don't know if they calculated the time well, but the mutants who were unconscious just now woke up one after another, and then retreated carefully and quickly under the cover of Red Hood, and disappeared into the shadows in the blink of an eye like fish into water.

Finally, the boy did not put down his gun, but said cautiously: "I owe you a favor...if you don't stop me."

At that split second, Batman seemed to look at him from a distance with an overly heavy gaze, as if the submachine gun in Jason's hand had really hit him.

"I'm not going to interfere with you doing anything if it's not necessary."

This was their last conversation on this cold snowy night. When Jason sent his friends to the port, took off his hood and faced the cold wind with his messy black hair, it was hard to say which scene in this thrilling night left a deeper impression on him.

Or maybe they are all associated with one name.

"I know you really like Batman." His friend walked over to Jason and gave him a big hug before boarding the speedboat to another city. "Thank you so much, and I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble."

The boy patted him on the back and said, "It's okay. I hope you have a smooth trip to the fraternity."

"Of course," his friend said. "We'll be fine, Jason. And you can go apologize to Batman sometime after this."

"Ahem, what?"

"Come on, bro, he'll like you."

"I really doubt that," Jason said reluctantly.

He couldn't help but recall the expression of the Gotham vigilante when he stood in front of him and was pointed at by him. He didn't know if he was too calm, but Batman, who was shrouded in the hazy moonlight and the white light reflected by the snow, looked alive before he faced the explosion. In fact, Jason was not sure if he would have the mood and spare energy to complete the heroic feat of snatching the hostages from the other party if the Dark Knight had tried to dissuade him or really tried to stop him.

But Batman did nothing.

Fuck, nothing. It's like a hopeless indulgence.

It was the fact that there was nothing to complain about that frustrated Jason.