Leaving Arkham shouldn't have been difficult.

Even though Black Mask's men surrounded the entire office building and there were two snipers standing on the platform - as if security for such a large insane asylum did not exist - Moses was still sure that he could return to downtown Gotham with Red Hood.

If he hadn't been temporarily poisoned by fear and hadn't happened to encounter two villains who looked abnormal in every way and were patrolling on the road they had to take.

Red Hood walked in front, looked out through another exit of the ventilation duct, cursed and stepped back: "This way is blocked. There is a guy at least two meters tall guarding the door, and there is an iron lump holding a whip next to him. We have to try to go around the garden... Wayne?"

He raised his voice a little, then quickly lowered it: "Are you okay?! We can't call an ambulance now!"

They were standing at the intersection of a pipe, with only a one-meter square partition under their feet. Above and below were transportation tracks connecting the floors. If they were not careful, they would step on empty air and fall into the basement more than ten meters deep.

Bruce Wayne had half of his foot in expensive leather shoes on the edge of the partition, his pampered hands tightly gripping the railing, his eyes half closed, his pupils dilated and his expression blank, obviously in a state of unconsciousness.

Jason couldn't help but clench his fists, considering whether to throw the man to a safe place first and then run out to get help, or just slap the man first.

Maybe he will wake up? Isn't that how it is played out in TV dramas?

Before he could make this difficult decision, the man suddenly shuddered, as if awakened from a nightmare. His deep blue eyes suddenly came into focus, and after a quick look around, he fixed his gaze on Jason like an eagle: "Did I say anything just now?"

"No?" The boy said in confusion, "I was the one talking the whole time... But I just walked around the front, so maybe I didn't hear you talking."

"I..." Moses bit his tongue hard, feeling the smell of blood spreading in his mouth, temporarily dispelling the chaos in his mind, and there were gunshots... crying... begging... He held the bat dart in his pocket, reminding himself that he was not powerless at this moment, and cursed the system that promised to guarantee that there would be no problem. Under the effect of the poison gas, it seemed that his concept of time was also affected, making him almost think that he had stayed in that long night without dawn for several years, and was forced to face his weakness and naivety again and again from the cold perspective of a bystander.

But this was an illusion. He was still moving forward, he was not alone, and he had important things to do—

"Tsk." Red Hood sighed worriedly as he once again held his forehead in a trance. "How about you sit here first and I'll see if I can go out and call Batman over?"

Even though all Moses could see was the slow-motion blur of pearl necklaces scattering on the asphalt and bouncing back and forth, he still felt like laughing for a moment.

This child is indeed extremely gifted, and what is even more rare is that even though he is obviously neglected, he still does not go astray. His only shortcoming is that his way of thinking is sometimes a bit stubborn.

And this harmless little flaw seems quite cute at this moment.

"We can't go forward." He wasn't even sure if he was really speaking. He couldn't even hear his own voice. The only feeling he had was the fear that went deep into his bones. This feeling wasn't very deep, but it was particularly lingering, as if it had been entangled with him for his entire life. "I don't know how long the fear gas will last, but in the end you can't act alone."

Red Hood: "Why? I told you I won't abandon you, you..." He swallowed the second half of his words vigilantly, because the young man who had just maintained a semi-clear mind seemed to have suddenly sunk into an illusion. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the Red Hood with a struggling feeling like a trapped beast, and the look in his eyes was also very unfamiliar, as if he was evaluating an enemy who must be destroyed.

Jason, who had originally disdained the Playboy's fighting ability, suddenly felt a chill. He couldn't help but step back, and was puzzled - even if Wayne was an extreme sports enthusiast and had good fighting skills, how did he come up with this kind of fear that only comes from facing a strong enemy in a life-and-death fight?

After a while, the man seemed to recognize him: "——Joker?"

Who the hell is that psychopathic guy Xiao Chou? ! Jason felt insulted, and he had evidence. Before he could think of a way to say something back, Bruce Wayne suddenly leaned down and gave him a ruthless leg sweep, with such force and speed that one could feel the strong wind brought by the movement. Red Hood had to jump up and barely used the railing to do a backflip in this narrow space to avoid being swept down.

They exchanged several moves in just a few seconds. Unfortunately, one of them was caught off guard and was beaten by the other. In the end, Jason was pushed against the wall by the man, and their blue eyes and green eyes looked straight at each other.

I have to forgive him for not being in the right place now, the young man thought irritably. But to hell with the brainwashing of Young Master Wayne, who now believes anyone who tells him that Wayne is retired James Bond Jason.

And now he has a reasonable suspicion that there is a deep hatred between Wayne and Xiao Chou. He just didn't get hit a few times. The man's movements were actually very restrained, but the places that were slightly touched were cramped. I don't know if the person Wayne hates is in Arkham now, and when he will have the opportunity to experience such a set of love education.

When the time came, Red Hood found himself unexpectedly calm. He calmly scolded Bruce Wayne and then the little clown, and felt a strange interest in this absurd contrast.

Then he heard that deep, familiar voice saying, "No, you are not him."

The blue eyes that sparkled brightly in the dim environment looked at him, and there was actually a hint of fear in them.

——Is this the effect of the fear gas?

Jason thought hesitantly, maybe he could take this opportunity to knock the guy out first.

He stepped forward cautiously.

The man who had the upper hand just now took a step back, and once again staggered to the edge of the platform, relying on his own stability to maintain his balance.

"Don't move!" Jason couldn't help but shout.

They were in a stalemate again, and this time both the attacker and the defender lost players.

At this moment, gunshots were heard from the end of the vent, and a nonchalant and teasing voice came: "I've been waiting for a long time but I didn't see Gotham's bat show up. Since he's late tonight, he shouldn't mind me dealing with the enemy who ran out of his own territory? Nice to see you in Arkham, Whiplash. Who hired you? Or are you finally going to put yourself in the same garbage dump with the mentally ill criminals?"

"Stark--!!" another voice roared angrily, accompanied by the harsh sound of electric current and heavy hitting sounds.

"Your partner this time looks different from you. Can you communicate normally?"

"Stark." This time the person who spoke should be the man who was over two meters tall mentioned by the Red Hood, "You are not on my challenge list. Get out of Gotham immediately and I can still let you go."

"You guys are all crazy." Iron Man sneered back, "You're still in the mood to divide up the territory now?"

A calm chuckle sounded: "Then don't blame me."

Heat surged as he spoke. It was probably the explosion of the security lines and weapons depot in the room during the crossfire. Jason noticed that the vibration had once again brought Bruce Wayne back to consciousness. The man rushed over without hesitation, not caring about his subconscious counterattack. After protecting him in his arms, he jumped down towards the basement, just avoiding the second wave of impact.

Moses recognized his opponent's voice.

Bain.

When the name came into his mind, he felt a shudder that he didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness. Before his mind had completely recovered, familiar yet unfamiliar scenes flashed before his eyes, until even his back began to ache.