Jason hung up the phone and left the restaurant, head bowed.
Seeing this, Clark quickly followed, not even bothering with the waffles and bacon he had ordered.
Along the way, Clark noticed that the person's anti-tracking abilities were excellent. Even with his Super Vision and Super Hearing, he almost lost him.
But he could tell that the young man had been leading him in circles; he must have noticed him.
Unable to do anything else, Clark finally took to the sky under the cover of night, following him from above. This allowed him to finally travel normally.
Clark looked puzzled. Was this Gotham?
Even a child under 20 had such abilities. This place certainly had a lot of talent.
Soon, Jason arrived at an extremely remote location. Presumably, that was the place mentioned on the phone.
Clark used his X-ray vision and gasped, a small Cyclone briefly swirling in the sky, shifting the clouds.
He saw that the interior of the warehouse was like a fortress, with patrols every five steps and sentries every ten.
There were no less than a hundred people hidden inside, all fully armed with pistols, rifles, magazines, grenades, and even RPGs—everything imaginable.
Was this a military Base?
Clark's expression was solemn. To be honest, although he knew he was bulletproof, as a good child and a good citizen, he had never faced a gun barrel in his life.
Seeing this situation now, he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain.
But as soon as he remembered that an innocent mother and son were waiting for him to rescue them in the warehouse, Clark decided to go in without hesitation.
Meanwhile, at the abandoned warehouse.
Jason followed the armed Joker Gang members inside. Deep within the warehouse, the Joker, in a purple suit, was grinning widely, watching him.
His face was pale as a ghost, his lips blood-red, and his green hair gave off an indescribable sense of evil. His entire being exuded an incomprehensible madness and chaos.
He was the Joker, the World's most evil criminal and madman, whose name struck fear into both heroes and villains.
"My dear Jason, you've finally arrived. I've waited too long, too long."
Jason turned his gaze to the other side. Tied to an iron Water pipe, a woman was bound, her hands behind her.
All the fingers on her hands had been broken, and she looked utterly miserable.
"Mom!"
Jason's heart ached beyond measure. Although he had been separated from his mother for a long time, seeing her today, all past grievances vanished like smoke.
"What a touching reunion, wouldn't you say? But I have some good news to tell you."
The Joker laughed heartily: "Jason, Mr. Robin, the great Batman's assistant, do you know who leaked your identity to me?"
He pointed at the injured woman, and his words, like ice, froze Jason's heart.
"It was this woman, your beloved mother! Isn't that hilarious?"
"She recognized who you were at a glance because you are her son. You probably didn't know, but she's actually one of the Joker Gang too, hahahahaha!"
The Joker clutched his face, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"You let her go, and I… you can do whatever you want with me."
Jason's voice was low. Despite the betrayal, Jason still wanted to save his mother.
Tears streamed from the injured woman's eyes. She whispered in her already hoarse voice:
"Run, Jason, run."
"What truly touching familial love."
The Joker put on a show of being moved, then pulled a blood-stained crowbar from some nearby debris.
"Let's see how far your love for your mother can go."
The crowbar was raised high and brought down heavily, breaking Jason's collarbone. He suppressed his cries, not wanting the Joker to enjoy the process.
As expected, the Joker grumbled in dissatisfaction and continued to strike with even greater force.
For a moment, only the sound of steel and bone shattering filled the warehouse.
Jason's mother wept silently, only able to continuously whisper:
"Please, please, let him go, let my son go…"
Boom—!
Just then, Clark, clad in his blue battle suit, descended from the sky, blasting a gaping hole through the warehouse ceiling.
"What. the. hell. is. that?"
The Joker was in the middle of his fun and was very unhappy about being interrupted. He cursed loudly at the dusty area.
"This ends now, sir."
Clark walked out of the smoke with a serious expression. This was his first appearance, and he felt a little nervous.
He had been in the sky, and because he was too shocked by the content of Jason's mother's betrayal, he was a step late, allowing Jason to suffer some superficial injuries.
Jason struggled to open his eyes. He saw the man in the red cape before him and felt very strange. Was there such a character in Gotham?
But he arrived just in time. He looked in his mother's direction, trying to move his body towards her.
The Joker clearly saw Clark's appearance and scoffed: "Who are you? A circus clown?"
Clark looked at him speechlessly. How could he have the nerve to say that?
"Illegal detention and intentional assault, sir. You should be in prison."
"Oh, it's just a boy scout. Shoot him!"
At the Joker's command, the Joker Gang members immediately pulled their triggers, and semi-automatic rifles fired high-velocity bullets.
The copper bullets flattened against Clark's developed chest muscles, falling to the ground with dull thuds. Clark felt nothing but a slight itch on his chest.
The Joker and his subordinates' eyes widened, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Even Jason, who was writhing nearby, widened his eyes in shock.
"What material is that bulletproof vest made of?"
Before he could voice his question, he saw a bullet hit the man's face, similarly flattening into a copper disc and bouncing off.
He shut up. At this moment, he looked at Clark as if he were looking at a god.
The Joker quickly regained his composure. He rolled his eyes, thinking of a good idea.
"Quick! Shoot those two on the ground!" With that, he took off, making a quick escape.
His subordinates were still faithfully carrying out his orders, lowering their muzzles and aiming at Jason and his mother.
Clark's expression changed. He used his Super Speed to shield Jason and his mother from the bullets.
When they finished firing a round and began reloading, he decisively stepped forward and, with a wave of his hand, disabled all the firearms, along with the grenades and spare weapons on their bodies.
He hadn't learned joint locks, so he didn't know how to control people's movements. He could only use the surrounding iron rods to secure everyone.
After all this, he turned back to look at the mother and son, who were now embracing.
But just when they all thought the matter was over, several rows of vents suddenly opened on the left and right walls of the warehouse, and a cloud of smoke spewed out.
Clark, momentarily careless, inhaled some. He immediately held his breath, but it was too late.
After holding it for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter. This laughter seemed to flip a switch, and the entire warehouse began to fill with eerie laughter. Everyone was terrified, but they were all laughing.
This was the Joker's laughing gas!
"Die laughing, baby!"
The Joker's cackling laughter echoed through the loudspeaker.
Clark's Super Hearing suddenly picked up beeping countdowns from various corners of the warehouse. His heart jumped, and he immediately understood they were bombs!
He wanted to save everyone, but the laughing gas consumed most of his energy, making it difficult for him to control his strength.
If he stubbornly insisted on saving everyone, he might accidentally kill them.
After some internal struggle, he finally decided to save only two people. This would give him enough ability to calm the effects of the laughing gas.
Having mentally prepared himself, Clark no longer hesitated. He grabbed Jason and his mother, one in each hand, and soared into the sky.
As soon as he left the warehouse, the bombs instantly exploded, a massive tongue of Fire reaching upwards, licking at Clark's feet and extending into the sky, until it could no longer reach that height.
Clark found an open area and set Jason and his mother down. He took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of fresh air into his lungs to dilute the laughing gas in his body.
After a while, he finally stopped laughing.
But he looked at Jason and his mother; they were still under the influence of the laughing gas, laughing so hard they could barely breathe, tears streaming down their faces.
Clark's X-ray vision showed that the excessive laughter was worsening their injuries, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Finally, with no other option, Clark dialed Dane's phone number.
"This is Dane."
"Dane, it's me, Clark."
"Oh? Aren't you in Gotham? Calling me for something?"
"I, I ran into some trouble…"
"Gotham is always trouble. Be specific."
Clark briefly explained what had just happened, and Dane quickly responded.
"Don't hang up, wait for me."
Clark didn't understand why, but he was obedient.
After about two minutes, just as Clark was about to say something, a huge spaceship suddenly descended from the sky. Clark saw clearly that it was the same one they had found in Canada.
The spaceship hovered in mid-air, and its rear hatch opened.
Dane's voice rang out again from the phone: "What are you waiting for? Hurry and bring them to the medical bay!"
"Oh!"
Clark immediately snapped back to reality and flew the two laughing people into the ship's cabin.
The spaceship's hatch closed, and it ascended at an incredibly fast speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, a strangely shaped sports car drove to the location, and a burly man, completely hidden in a black battle suit, emerged from the car.
He saw the raging ruins before him and cried out in sorrow to the sky:
"No—! Jason!"
Chapter s. On. You, Batman
On the spaceship, inside the medical bay.
Dane gestured for Clark to place Jason and his mother separately on the operating tables.
He placed his palm above Jason's body, and a light radiated downwards from his hand, revealing the internal organs as if X-rayed.
"Multiple fractures of the clavicle, ribs, and scapula. One bone even punctured a lung."
"It's a miracle he's still alive like this."
He thought for a moment, made a hand gesture, and cast a spell on Jason, who finally stopped laughing.
The "Abnormal Status Removal Spell" seems to be effective against nerve gas like laughing gas, which makes things easier.
Thanks again to Wisdom of Solomon, it's really useful.
He used the same spell to remove the laughing gas from Jason's mother. After he finished, he called out to the air:
"Cortana, prepare for their skeletal correction surgery."
"Understood, Dane."
Clark stared at him blankly: "Cortana?"
"I named her, how is it?"
"You can name an AI?"
"What's so strange about that…"
Clark asked suspiciously: "When did you two become so close?"
"Just today, when Cortana was teaching me knowledge."
"Oh, she's really smart. Kryptonian AI technology is very advanced!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Dane."
"You're welcome."
Clark watched Dane looking perfectly at home on his spaceship, feeling like he was just a subordinate… Luckily, he still had his dad!
"By the way, who is this person?"
Dane asked casually. He had only heard Clark's brief introduction of the events and hadn't had time to ask for names.
"This boy is named Jason, and this woman is his mother. That's all I know."
"Oh, named Ja… uh, Jason?"
Dane suddenly realized. He stared at the man on the operating table. Is this Jason?
Is it the Jason he was thinking of? Red Hood?
To explain to friends unfamiliar with DC, Jason Todd is the second Robin.
After dying and being resurrected, he became Red Hood, affectionately known as "Red Hood" or "Brother Hood" by fans.
He is one of the main characters in the game Batman: Arkham Knight, and that incredibly cool Arkham Knight is him.
He calculated in his head that the second Robin in the DCEU seemed to have died in the past two years.
In "BVS," Batman has a glass cabinet in the Batcave specifically for a battle suit, with "HAHAHA, YOU ARE A JOKE Batman" written on it in yellow paint. That is the relic of the second Robin.
There's no doubt about it. Anyone that a villain like Joker would go to such lengths to kill is usually connected to Batman. This person is definitely Red Hood.
Not bad!
Dane patted Clark's shoulder with satisfaction, leaving him puzzled.
See, isn't this how he connects with Batman?
Once Red Hood recovers, they will bring him, fully recovered, to Bruce Wayne.
Mother. Surprise, right? Gotham.
Batman drove the Batmobile in a frantic pursuit of the sports car ahead, not caring how many facilities and buildings he crashed along the way.
Inside the Batmobile, Batman's stern jaw was clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly it looked like he might snap it.
There was a fire within him, a fiercely burning fire of revenge, a fire that could not be extinguished without being doused with the blood of his enemies.
Just then, his phone rang inside the car. The caller ID showed Commissioner Gordon.
He answered the call.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Batman was unmoved: "I'm pursuing the Joker."
"No, you're destroying the city!"
Gordon watched the live helicopter footage, seeing the countless infrastructure and private property of citizens destroyed by the Batmobile, and felt his temples throbbing.
"Can't you be a little more careful? Just a little bit."
"He's getting away!"
Batman dropped the line, suddenly pressed a red button, and the front of the Batmobile split open, revealing a cannon in the middle.
Gordon was stunned, then swore: "Holy. Shit…"
With a "boom," a flash of fire erupted, and the rear of the sports car ahead was lifted by the Impact of the explosion, causing the entire car to flip forward.
It rolled several times until it stopped with its wheels facing up.
Inside the car, the Joker felt like his body was falling apart, but he wasn't in pain.
He looked at Batman's figure emerging from the flames and cried out happily.
"That's it, that's it, baby! Come here, hurry up and come here!"
Batman came as he wished. He grabbed the Joker's purple suit with both hands and lifted him into the air.
Then he growled in his muffled voice: "You killed him!"
"To be precise, I killed him and his mother, a family reunion…"
Batman punched the Joker in the stomach, making him throw up everything he had eaten that night.
The Joker vomited and laughed at the same time: "Did you not eat, Xiao Bian Fu, or is little Robin not even worth mentioning?"
Batman slammed him down forcefully, making his upper body hit Mother Earth hard. The Joker felt his head ringing and his vision blurry.
But he still smiled, even encouraging his opponent:
"Yes, that's it. Hatred? Regret?"
"You should hate your powerlessness, regret your arrogance. Yes, if it weren't for you, little Robin wouldn't have died…"
"Ah—!"
Batman straddled the Joker, punching him repeatedly, bruising and disfiguring him.
But the Joker's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He looked at Batman as if he were a work of art.
And this work was just one step away from completion.
"Kill me, quickly kill me! Kill me with your hatred!"
But he didn't get his wish. Gordon arrived, and he and his officers rushed forward, five or six people pulling Batman back, preventing him from continuing to beat the Joker.
"No! You let him go, let him go! Let him do it! Let him kill me! It's just one step away, just one step away!"
The Joker roared in anger. He had struggled, but his strength had already been exhausted by Batman's beating and the previous chase.
He could only watch helplessly as he was lifted into the police car, missing his last chance.
After the Joker was taken away, Batman sat on the ground, dejected, looking at the dim sky in silence.
First Barbara, then Jason, how many more people would he harm?
Gordon saw him in this state, knew he was upset, and had his subordinates keep their distance, cordoning off the area.
He patted Batman's shoulder, and left without a word of comfort.
They had worked together for many years, and Gordon knew what a strong man he was. He wouldn't be defeated, and he didn't need comfort.
A few minutes later, Batman stood up again, his stern half-face regaining its calm. He got into his Batmobile.
With the roar of the engine, the Batmobile left the scene.
At the same time, Jason Todd opened his eyes in the medical bay.
He abruptly propped himself up, feeling intense pain throughout his body.
"Please lie down. You just had surgery and need rest."
Cortana's voice suddenly rang out in the bay, startling him.
He turned his head to look around. When he saw his mother lying safely on the operating table, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He then had time to properly examine himself. Raising his hand, he saw that tubes were inserted all over his body, and some green unknown liquid was entering his body through the tubes.
Jason frowned deeply: "What is this stuff?"
"These are concentrated organic macromolecules, used to repair your lung wounds and heal fractured bones and muscle tissues."
Cortana answered matter-of-factly.
"Who are you?"
"I am the intelligent AI on this ship. My name is Cortana."
"Ship? What ship?"
Jason keenly noticed the key point, but Cortana did not answer. At this moment, the hatch opened, and a burly man in red walked in.
"It seems you're recovering well."
Jason didn't know him, but the fact that he saved him and his mother was undeniable. He hesitated and said:
"Thank you…"
"You're welcome. I'm not the one who truly saved you."
Dane stepped aside, revealing Clark, who was still wearing his battle suit.
Now Jason recognized him. This was the man who faced a hail of gunfire without flinching.
"Let me introduce us simply. He is Superman, and I am Shazam."
"Superman?" Jason looked at Clark with a strange expression but didn't say anything.
But Clark looked awkward and said helplessly to Dane, "Dane, this title really is a bit too deliberate…"
Dane interrupted him expressionlessly, "Excuse me, I am Shazam. I don't know who you're calling."
Clark became even more embarrassed.