Red Robin pushed open the door of a room sneakily, and saw that Red Hood, who was sitting by the bed and sorting out his equipment, was indeed awake. He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice and said: "Let's go.
The butler is not here."
Red Hood re-fixed the weapon on his waist, stood up, tapped his feet impatiently, kicked the carpet on the floor and said: "I told you before, we will knock out the Flash as soon as he comes.
He, it’s because you were so lazy and didn’t take action that we ended up where we are today!”
"Stop complaining, Jason." Red Robin walked ahead and opened the door and said, "Who would have thought that Batman would really be determined to send us out? Usually he just talks."
The face under the red hood looked impatient, but a trace of thought flashed between his brows. Red Robin's wisdom allowed him to understand the behavior patterns of everyone in the Bat family. Feeling the silence of the red hood, he asked:
"Do you think something is wrong?"
"That's too much." Red Hood said angrily: "We all know that Batman is not a generous person. To a certain extent, he regards Gotham and the Bat Family as his personal belongings.
If no one is allowed to get involved, do you think he will give Gotham to others?"
"Of course not," Red Robin said, walking into the hallway. "All he would say is, 'Get out of my Gotham.'"
Red Hood touched his chin and said in a serious tone: "That's the problem. Not only did he let us leave Gotham and leave his surveillance and protection, he also sent us to such a far place."
"More importantly, this place is probably completely out of his control. Even with the Flash, he may not be able to rescue us in time when we are in danger."
Red Hood paused for a moment, seeming to feel a little irritated. He pulled off his mask, shook his hair, looked at Red Robin who was staring at him and said: "Don't look at me with that damn look.
!”
"We all know what he's worried about," Red Robin said with a shrug.
"This is what I find strange." Red Hood walked down the stairs and stood at the corner and said: "His unnecessary worries have made him treat us as fragile birds, and he even doesn't allow drinking at parties.
If you want to come here in person to warn us, why did you suddenly change your gender this time and kick us to another distant universe?"
"This universe is so weird." Red Robin could only comment like this: "Everyone everywhere is weird, Batman is especially weird. I didn't expect that the young Batman would be like this."
Red Hood snorted coldly and said: "I don't care what Batman is like in other universes. I just want to find out the purpose of Batman doing this."
"Before I came to find you, I walked around the manor but couldn't find the entrance to the Batcave. I saw an entrance that looked like a basement, but I was worried that there might be an alarm device there so I didn't go through."
"Haven't you heard enough other people praising your wisdom?" Red Hood said angrily: "Let's get to the point."
Although Red Hood's tone was full of impatience, Red Robin seemed to have been praised. He crossed his arms and walked towards the stairs. Maybe it wasn't under the Wayne Manor, or maybe it was just a fake. The real Batcave should be there.
Outside Wayne Manor."
Red Hood frowned. He glanced at Red Robin and did not immediately express his opinion. Red Robin fumbled with his fingers and said: "Then we will follow our past practice and skip you impatiently listening to me tell my reasoning.
For that part of the process, let’s talk directly about the results.”
"You should have seen that Batman went out as soon as it got dark. I suspect he went to the Batcave, but we can't follow him, otherwise he will be discovered, and there's no point in installing a monitor."
"But we can follow the trail of the Batmobile all the way there, you know, that's not difficult for me."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's get started."
The two figures walked out of the gate of Wayne Manor, and encountered the first problem on the road at the gate of the manor.
Red Hood stared at the tire tracks under his feet that were almost wider than others, raised his chin at Red Robin and said: "Tracing the traces of the Batmobile, huh? That's really good. It seems that Batman in this universe likes to drive trucks.
"
Red Robin walked around in confusion for several times. He used his investigative and reasoning talents that were as good as Batman's to think over and over again, and found that Batman might have really driven away in a truck.
"It's not surprising, right?" Red Robin spread his hands and said, "Although the truck is large, it has strong defense and attack power. As for the image issue, maybe the Batman in this universe has a unique aesthetic?"
Soon, the two followed the tracks of the truck to the truck parking lot, and then followed the footprints to find a barbecue street.
It was almost late at night, and most people started to walk out after eating and drinking. Red Robin, who was walking against them, looked left and right, and suddenly saw a familiar figure among the crowd.
"Batman is over there." Red Robin said softly to remind Red Hood, but the figure Red Hood saw was more familiar - it was the Joker.
The next second, Red Robin also saw that figure. He let out a dying whimper as if something had strangled his neck, and his next move was to pull the Red Hood's arm.
But soon he was surprised to find that the strength he expected to break free from his hands did not come, and the Red Hood did not act like he was crazy and wanted to rush to kill him like he usually did when he saw the clown.
Red Robin swallowed and gently tugged on Red Hood's sleeve, fearing that he would be frightened, but at some point, Red Hood had already put on his mask, and Red Robin couldn't see his expression.
"Oh my God! What are Batman and the Joker doing together? Is that Damian in Batman's arms? The Joker kidnapped Damian, right?...Who is that? Gordon? Why is he so like that?
Young? God! Barbara is here, and I know they won’t stay still!”
"Quickly, Jason, let's hide over there and we can't let them find us!"
Red Robin pulled the Red Hood and hid on the side of an intersection not far from the barbecue stall where Batman and the Joker were, leaning his back against the wall and sticking his head out to see what they were doing.
The crowd was bustling outside and soon dispersed, so the barbecue stall was no longer so noisy. The conversation between Batman and the Joker came through the wind and could be heard clearly.
"Your daughter will go to primary school next year?"
"Yes, I haven't shown her the school yet."
"Are you going to send her to a parochial school?"
"I originally planned to hire a tutor for Elsa, but Thomas said she needed to learn to socialize. You know, that whole thing, 'A real lady enters the social world long before she enters the social world.'"
"He looks like he's from the 'Pride and Prejudice' era."
"Who says it's not?... James? James? Well, it looks like he's drunk again. Barbara, you hold him, and I'll pay the bill."
After a rustling sound, Red Robin saw Batman stand up from his horse, then took out his wallet from his pocket and walked towards the owner of the barbecue stall.
He stopped in front of the barbecue stall and rummaged through his wallet, took out a card, handed it to the stall owner and said, "Swipe the card."
The stall owner took out a card swiping machine from the side and swiped Batman's customized card, which looked like it would have cost tens of billions and required regular assessments and upgrades every year, through the machine, and then frowned.
The machine beeped twice, and Batman leaned over to take a look. He seemed to be discussing something with the stall owner in a low voice, and then rummaged through his wallet again.
He took out another customized card that looked like it could only be obtained by depositing money in an aristocratic bank controlled by a vampire for centuries. The stall owner took it and scratched it on the machine. It still said "Didi"
Twice, no response.
When Red Robin saw it, Batman frowned and muttered: "What's going on? Why is my card frozen?"
At this time, another figure knocked him away. It was a clown wearing a truck driver's overalls. He impatiently took out his wallet, took out a pile of cash and handed it to the stall owner, and then turned it over to Batman.
He rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't have money, don't imitate others and say you want to treat!"
Batman muttered again, but said nothing, put away the card, and followed the Joker back to the booth.
Red Robin and Red Hood, who had two heads sticking out from the corner, made a uniform movement - "Zeng", they pulled their heads back, covered their mouths and widened their eyes, and then yelled crazily in their heads - "
What is going on?!!
"
Batman eats, Joker pays the bill???
"What are you doing here?!"
A familiar voice came from afar. When Red Robin looked around, he saw Batman walking this way. He patted Jason's arm frantically at a very fast frequency and said: "What should we do? What should we do? Come here.
Got it!
"
"You ask me who the hell am I asking! Don't run away! It's too late!"
Five minutes later, two new sculptures were added to Jack's truck.
The demon boy Damian, who was still held in Bruce's arms, turned his head to look at the back seat, and when he turned back, he grinned brightly, even brighter than the clown.
There is a saying that the more unstable the worldview is, the easier it is to accept new knowledge and treat it as common sense. Damian is afraid of clowns, but not that afraid. After all, he comes from a killer organization and has seen all kinds of terrifying human beings.
Its number.
But that's not the case with Red Hood and Red Robin. Especially Red Hood, the truck's seat space is not very large, and the back row is squeezed in. Red Hood sits directly behind the Joker, separated from the Joker.
The back of a chair. He had never been so close to the clown when he died at the hands of the clown.
There was deathly silence in the car.
As soon as the truck parked and the door opened, the two figures in the back seat rushed out like crazy. Red Robin got out of the car and started retching while covering his neck. Red Hood's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.
The next second, they thought of Batman. They looked towards the front door and saw that the well-fed Wayne father and son were sleeping soundly.
Through the window of the truck, the two of them saw the Joker unbuckling his seat belt, struggling to get over Bruce and Damian in his arms, and pushing open the door on Bruce's side.
Then he kicked the father and son out.
As the truck drove away, Bruce tried his best to open his somewhat sleepy eyes, looked back at Red Hood and Red Robin who were still stunned on the side of the road, and said: "I should have asked him to take you back to Wayne Manor first...
…”
Red Robin shrank his neck, "No need to..."
"Then let's go in with me."
"Go, where?"
"See for yourselves where this is."
Red Robin and Red Hood looked up and found themselves standing in front of a tall iron gate.
There is an arc-shaped support at the top of the door, and in the center of the arc hangs a plaque with a line of words written in cursive English - "Arkham Asylum".
