Jason Todd ran through the streets of the city.

A gust of wind blew past him, and a few faint and mournful cat calls came from afar. Then a woman in tight clothes jumped down from the roof and walked side by side with him. She greeted him softly: "Good evening, this is not a night suitable for children to go out and play. Thanksgiving Day will be after twelve o'clock. Why don't you stay at home?"

"Cat." Red Hood glanced at her, "It's none of your business."

"But I think we have the same goal." They both looked at the Batlight hanging in the air like another moon. Catwoman's slightly dramatic movements showed her great interest. She looked more like a cat that had found its prey. "I've heard of you, Red Hood. Black Mask's new rival. You used to have several super-powered fighters under your command... What was that word? Mutants. But then Black Mask found a new backer, forcing you to send those kids to their base. What about now? After losing your thugs, how can you contend with other gangs in Gotham?"

"You can try my gun." Red Hood threatened her sinisterly, "Ordinary people in this world do not have super powers, which is the majority."

"So, you're going to use that gun of yours to kill Batman?"

"Pfft—what?"

"Isn't it?" Catwoman raised the corners of her lips. "I thought everyone in this city wanted to kill him. The darkness scattered in all directions was originally a pile of loose sand, but because of his appearance, they gathered together for the first time, as if they knew that as long as the last and only flag was defeated, Gotham would completely fall into hell. Clowney, Poison Ivy, Penguin Man, Scarecrow...ah ha, it's just like the beginning of a good show, and the actors take their places one by one."

"I don't hang out with crazy people." Red Hood said coldly, "And, you know too much."

"I don't think so either." Catwoman narrowed her eyes. "But if Gotan is a ball of yarn, I bet the yarn is tangled around Batman. If I turn a blind eye, it would be too hard for the cat."

The conversation ended. In just a short moment, they reached a wonderful consensus and rushed towards their destination without interfering with each other.

**

In Arkham Asylum, the Whisperer held his glasses and laughed neurotically and convulsively out of fear and excitement.

"Tell me." Moses pressed the man on the interrogation platform amid the background noise, pretending not to notice the scrutinizing and vigilant eyes of the police behind him, "Where did Xiao Chou go?"

Just now, he said goodbye to the two ladies with anxiety, and returned to Wayne Manor on the pretext of being disturbed. Before he had time to get rid of the coldness on his body, he set off for Arkham. After all, no one can underestimate the ability of Xiao Chou to act when he is causing trouble.

"Why is Batman floating like a boat on the sea of ​​fog? Because they all have pointy heads and no direction." After laughing at his opponent's question, the Riddler wisely gave a clue to the riddle, "He went to the most eye-catching place."

"Where...Wayne Building?"

"There are so many places in the world that can catch people's attention. Who knows?" The Mystery Man shrugged. "Anyway, that's what he claimed to us - 'It can't go on like this!'" He imitated the tone of the little ugly, with a sinister expression, "'Gotham has become a mess after the appearance of the bat! Everyone thinks he has the ability to save Gotham, even Gordon, that idiot, believes it?! Everyone is paying attention to Batman and what color pants he wears today, so who will love the little ugly?' In the middle, he also inserted his flirting with the little ugly girl, but, uh, I don't think you are interested in this."

He swallowed some of the bad lines in the sight of Moses stopping the baby from crying at night.

"Anyway," the Riddler said, "Clow feels you're stealing his thunder. If you become Gotham's superhero, he'll transform himself into the most terrifying villain ever—to fight you. The answer is that simple. It seems you're not as smart as I thought, Bat."

Moses ignored his provocation and threw the psychopath to the police with handcuffs: "Send him back and keep him under control."

"Wait a minute Bats!! I helped you! Can't I get something in return? Mmmmm--"

"It's not your fault." Commissioner Gordon leaned against the wall next to the bat light and lit a cigarette. He looked at the sporadic flames rising in the air and spoke to the man who suddenly appeared behind him, "The police are doing their best to search for Xiao Chou's whereabouts. If he wanted to provoke you, he wouldn't cover up a kidnapping and murder case in obscurity... Don't take it too seriously." He sighed deeply, and a look of helplessness and frustration appeared on his wrinkled face. "Things were like this before you came, and everyone has to get used to it. Maybe this is the way the world works - things always tend to be chaotic."

Batman, standing in the shadows, said, "I'll never get used to it."

Gordon smiled and said, "Me too, that's why I turned on the lamp."

Batman is silent for a moment, as if he is uncomfortable with this rare admission: "...but a city cannot be saved by violence. To undermine people's trust in the justice system, this is what Chou intends to do."

"We won't let him succeed." The director raised his head and said solemnly.

The search continued until morning, and Xiao Chou obviously did not intend to start his little game without any preparation, so he almost disappeared in the city, taking his victims with him.

Because the little clown was still lying in a coma in the hospital, Batman lost his source of intelligence and had to use the old method to investigate from the source. At about five o'clock in the morning, when it was just dawn, Moses traced a hot weapons smuggling activity under the command of the city gang leader Roman. The caliber of one of the guns was exactly the same as the weapon that the little clown used to break into the door of the innocent prosecutor.

I just don't know if the prosecutor's experience is due to the city gangs' dissatisfaction with certain recent investigative actions.

He was familiar with the whole process of restoring the trajectory and checking for traces in the places where Xiao Chou had passed. In the process of tracking the source of the firearm, Moses broke into a nearby underground organization alone and asked Xiao Chou about his next move at the cost of half of his arm being dislocated.

Then he hid in a nearby abandoned building, where he bandaged his wounds away from homeless people and wild cats and dogs. As he pushed his arm back to its original position, he suddenly heard Catwoman say, "I know you never say 'hello' to me, so I'll take the initiative this time. Hello, Bat."

Moses was startled, and the pain made him a little distracted. He didn't even notice that the cat girl had been hung down from a high place, and was lying upside down on the windowsill of a toothless window next to her, smiling at him, and holding in her hand... holding something, uh.

"Red Hood?"

"Why do you only pay attention to him and not me?" Catwoman said unhappily. Red Hood broke free from her hand and climbed in through the window with a gloomy face.

"We've been following you." Red Hood said, "Of course, we didn't follow you closely. You almost found us or lost us several times. But you seemed to be in a bad mood today. What affected you, that little ugly guy?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Moses said with a frown, and found that Catwoman was laughing happily, so he turned around and asked her, "Why are you following me?"

"I want to know what fun I can have following you."

"This is not a game—"

"I know, I know." Catwoman came over with cat steps and raised her head. Her eyelashes were long and curled, and she looked elegant and charming. "You are too anxious today, Bat, this is not okay. I am here to give you a hint."

Red Hood stood aside and could not bear to see the delicate atmosphere between them, so he said coldly: "We found a little ugly trace that you missed when your eyes were blurry, Batman."

Moses:"……"

Catwoman was amused: "He is not old. I think he will not be old in ten years. He is at the most charming age... Okay, don't stare at me. I will tell you now. We monitored the Roman's voice communication. He provided a coordinate to the other party. It is roughly near Washington DC and Virginia. That may be Xiao Chou's destination."