Chapter 2045: A Night of Knightly Terror (24)

Jason first encountered a woman, a woman named Christina Bell, wearing a pink shirt, wearing glasses, not very strong, but with a fickle personality.

She looked a bit like the Joker, but it wasn't him; Jason knocked Bell down with a sweep kick at the fastest speed, but Bell lay on the ground and laughed wildly.

The lenses worn on this woman's face had been broken, and some even pierced into her eyeballs, but her bleeding eyes were always staring at a door next to her.

Jason narrowed his eyes, stepped over Bell's arm, and walked toward that door; before he reached the door, he smelled a strong bloody smell.

The metal-gloved hand slowly pushed the door open.

Blood, blood all over the room.

A young man in a red tight suit lay in the center of the room, and there was blood all around his body.

It was Robin; he had been disemboweled.

Jason was stunned; he stood there for a long time before rushing up, and Robin only had one last breath left.

He didn't say anything, made a short panting sound, his eyes full of pain, and finally completely lost his breath.

Jason stood up in disbelief and looked at the blood around, but at this moment, the woman's crazy laughter rang out again.

"Hahahaha! Poor little bird... what kind of poor fantasy have you had again? Do you think Batman came to save you, or do you think you've run out? You know you haven't!"

Jason rushed out and grabbed Bell by the collar; just as he was about to land a punch on Bell's face, the wound on Bell's eyes suddenly began to bleed.

Some memory fragments flashed in Jason's mind.

"Do you know? As long as the optic nerve is not destroyed, the eyeball can experience long-term torture before infection; you will see with your own eyes what kind of shapes of murder weapons are stabbing into your most vulnerable parts."

"You can even see how the blood flows out, flowing over the surface of your eyeball, flowing out of your eye socket, and some people can even look into the wound caused by the needle inserted into the eyeball in the vitreous body."

"Next, let's try..."

Jason let out a painful whimper, then covered his eyeball; when he opened his eyes again, a piece of his vision suddenly went black.

A strange perspective let him see a tube-like object obstructing his vision, but when he focused, he couldn't see anything.

Bell fell to the ground; when Jason looked down again, the woman's eyes were filled with all kinds of needles.

Jason covered his own eyes and retreated, but the black in his vision became more and more; tube-like objects, needle-like thin slices, first were continuous blood red, and then it was pitch black.

He could only feel blurry light and shadow flowing before his eyes, hearing heavy footsteps circling his ears.

But there should have been no one else in this room besides him.

Is it a hallucination?

Did he really leave that room?

Jason stumbled forward; without vision, he could only rely on hearing to judge his position, and then he heard a heavier footstep and an angry roar.

Strong, very strong; this would have been an evenly matched fight, but Jason couldn't see now, so he was directly knocked away.

Albert King; Jason remembered seeing this name in the data of the Bat-base; he was a quite strong man and showed obvious Joker-type violent tendencies.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice again; it was Nightwing screaming, bones broken, flesh and blood blurred.

Jason yelled and rushed over, but he couldn't see anything, and when a strong wind blew, he dodged by instinct, seized the opportunity, and punched Albert on the side of his face.

Afterward, a burst of rage surged into his heart; Jason pressed Albert tightly, punch after punch; a bone broke, followed by another.

But Albert's voice still carried a smile.

"That's it, recall what you have encountered..."

Jason fell from Albert; he suddenly found that he couldn't exert any strength; he tried hard to use his waist muscles to straighten his body and stand up; when he wanted to use his arms, he only felt unspeakable pain.

Completely broken bones were inserted into the flesh; his arms were almost crushed, but that was damage caused by blunt objects, so they still hung on his body.

"People always say that the recovery ability of flesh is very strong, but there is another situation—wrong recovery."

"When flesh wants to heal, no matter what foreign objects are in it, the broken bone fragments will be wrapped in the flesh, and with gradual healing, become countless nails in the flesh."

"Without the support of the skeleton, your arms will no longer have any function, but they will completely heal, becoming two ugly decorations, becoming torture instruments that bring pain."

Dimly, Jason saw the two arms hanging on both sides of his body, like two strange tumors.

He ran wildly toward the floor with his remaining strength; on the floor, he saw Johnny wearing a white coat; he was the last Joker virus-infected individual to escape.

And as expected, he heard Batman's muffled groan and the sound of heavy flesh falling to the ground, and also smelled a strong bloody smell.

Jason was no longer able to support his body; Johnny's voice rang in his ears.

"The evolution of the human pelvis is very magical; it sacrificed the stability of four-legged walking support, but sometimes I can't help but be curious about how to reverse this miracle of evolution."

"This is actually not a difficult thing; just some steel nails, and we can make the structure of the body look more primitive."

Jason looked down; he saw the skin on his abdomen completely cut open, revealing pale and yellowish bones; the pelvis, hip bone, and greater trochanter were nailed together in a strange way.

He found that he could manipulate his legs in the original way, but they were no longer standing upright, but walking on all fours like a beast, and every step forward brought unbearable pain.

But he still kept moving forward in the direction he could hear the sound, until he came to Batman's side.

Until he touched Batman's cold corpse.

"Uh..."

Jason woke up suddenly; he sat up in a panic, looking around blankly, and found that he was still in the Batcave prison.

Long-term staying up late made his eyes dry, and the previous battle made his arms, waist, and legs a bit painful.

A nightmare, Jason thought, simply crazy.

Two seconds after waking up, the details were a bit blurred; he also thought that his physical discomfort might have led to certain plots in the nightmare, and he didn't know when that damned parasite would complete his work.

But the voices of those few people always echoed in Jason's ears; it seemed there was some difference, and it seemed they all blurred into the same voice line.

Jason sat blankly in place, recalling those creepy words, and the fear when he felt the same about those tortures.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door; Jason keenly heard Batman's footsteps mixed in it.

Wait, didn't he send the criminals to the Gotham Police Department?

Could it be that Batman's departure was also part of his dream? When did the dream start? Did Peter communicate with him?

Anyway, the two of them were going to come back to see him, to see him stay in the cage like a prisoner, just like looking at animals in the zoo.

"... It is indeed a bit tricky, but I must leave for a period of time; I hope he can receive professional treatment."

Jason heard that it was Batman speaking; he really didn't expect him to be able to say such a long paragraph.

"I agree with doing this; we will cooperate as much as possible; the Bat-family will provide you with all the conditions you need; we just hope he can get better quickly."

Jason recognized that this was Nightwing speaking; he instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but soon felt some doubt again; he always felt that the topic discussed by the few people outside the door had something to do with him.

"We can't leave him alone." It was Barbara's voice again, "This is not good; you say so, Tim?"

"I don't know." Tim's voice also came, and he said: "But since this doctor can cure Batman, then Jason can also..."

"Very sorry, Doctor, but I hope all treatments are within a controllable range; he can only perform treatment in the designated room; I will monitor the whole process; the Bat-family will not restrict your actions, but they have the obligation to ensure your safety and the safety of the entire treatment process."

"No problem." A strange voice appeared; Jason hurried to prick up his ears to listen; he heard this man say: "Due to the special situation, I will temporarily not follow the patient confidentiality principle; you can fully understand the situation of psychological treatment."

"No problem... I will let Nightwing..."

The voice gradually weakened; the anger in his heart covered other emotions; Jason climbed up from the ground, rushed to the bars, and grabbed the bars with both hands.

When a group of people walked in, Batman walked over first, looked at Jason's expression, and said: "I have hired a psychological doctor for you; he has a quite high professional level; during the time I leave here to go to Washington, you must cooperate with the treatment, Jason."

"What do you mean?! You think I'm sick?! I'm not as fragile as you think! Batman! Put away your useless sympathy!"

"Alright... Jason..."

Jason looked at Nightwing who was speaking again and said: "Here we go again, here we go again, the tone that everyone is doing it for my own good, and only I am making trouble unreasonably..."

Nightwing retreated two steps helplessly, turned to look at Batman, seemingly waiting for his opinion, while Peter stood from an objective perspective and persuaded: "The symbiote needs a period of time to restore the wounds on your body; during this period of time, you will often feel weak or have physical pain."

"Anyway, it originally needed a period of rest; living with a professional doctor is better than living with us, right?"

Peter shrugged and said: "By then you can only watch us go out freely, and you yourself feel uncomfortable when you want to move, isn't it even more unbearable?"

"I don't think he should leave the Batcave." Barbara emphasized: "Do you expect him to be conscious? He will definitely go to eat cold drinks, eat fried chicken, eat three bags of potato chips a day, and will go to the gym regardless of his injuries; we have to watch him..."

This was a kill for Jason; he suddenly didn't oppose living out alone so much.

At this time, a figure walked out from behind Batman, out of tune with the strange costumes of several people in the Batcave.

This man wore a three-piece suit of red-brown striped peak lapel, which was very well-cut, and a blue pocket square folded into a flower shape in his pocket.

When he walked out of the shadow to the front of the cage, Jason saw a pair of slightly distracted gray eyes.

"Hello, Jason."

The voice line was low, the tone was gentle, but the voice was too familiar.

Jason suddenly remembered something, retreated two steps in a panic, shrank into the depths of the cage, and stared at the figure in disbelief.

And the low voice came again.

"I said, you will find me." ===== CHAPTER 2046 =====

"I told you, you would find me."