Chapter 2064: Knight

Jason watched dumbfounded as Bruce put on his jacket and threw open the balcony door.

When Jason rushed toward the balcony, he discovered that Bruce had already jumped directly onto the balcony next door and was now jumping to the balcony downstairs along the railing on the right side of the balcony next door.

This series of actions was completed in about ten seconds. Jason didn't know who lived downstairs, but he knew he was probably going to be in big trouble.

Jason hesitated and wanted to follow, but he also encountered trouble, and that was that Bruce's movements were too fast, and his technique of walking without sound wasn't as proficient as Batman's. If he jumped over along the same route as Batman, he would be discovered when he reached the first balcony.

Jason quickly pulled the curtains, rushed out of the door, and the agents guarding the corridor became vigilant immediately when they saw him. Bruce Wei En hadn't told them there was someone else in the hotel room.

"Don't shoot, you bunch of idiots." Jason gritted his teeth and said: "Where is your boss?"

The agents didn't listen to him at all, holding their guns with both hands, moving their feet like crabs. Jason took a deep breath and, with a flexibility and agility that didn't match his weight class, rushed to the end of the corridor at the fastest speed and knocked out the agent closest to him with one punch.

Other agents approached him with guns, but didn't dare to shoot. Jason took this opportunity to slip into the emergency escape stairwell and ran downstairs at the fastest speed.

Jason and Batman argued many times, but this also had benefits. Some things weren't clear without debate. At the most exaggerated time, Batman used up his entire week's speaking quota arguing with Jason, which also meant their communication was the most, and their understanding of each other's expressions and the meaning of words was also the deepest.

So Jason could see how angry Batman was now.

Jason heard what Amanda said. In fact, he didn't care about his identity being exposed, or rather, he didn't have any identity to be exposed.

He was just an orphan who grew up in the underbelly of Cat Getan, an ignorant little thug. Of course, now he was also a poor little thing who had been kidnapped and imprisoned by a supervillain for a year.

Perhaps he was thinking about Dick's future, Jason thought. After all, Dick wanted to inherit the legacy of the Grayson family and become the best flyer in the world. If someone misunderstood his relationship with Bruce Wei En, he wouldn't be able to mix in Blüdhaven.

Running down stair after stair, Jason calculated his position. He remembered Bruce should have rushed into a room on this floor, but he didn't hear any movement in the corridor.

This wasn't a good sign. He would rather Bruce had started a fight with someone; if there was no movement, it meant Batman's target might have been subdued in one move.

Bruce wasn't wearing Batman's uniform, and even if he wore it now, everyone knew he was Bruce Wei En.

Batman could rush into any big shot's room to threaten and intimidate them, but if it was Bruce Wei En who rushed in, he would definitely become everyone's enemy.

You can be powerful and righteous, or you can be wealthy and insidious, but you cannot be both powerful, righteous, wealthy, and insidious.

There were quite a few people in this world who knew Bruce Wei En was Batman; the vast majority of people staying in this hotel were among them, and even if there were those who didn't know, they could guess if they thought carefully.

Wearing a weird bodysuit and playing games with some supervillains on his own turf was one thing, but breaking the rules to use violent means in a place that should be for civilized negotiation was another.

If Bruce Wei En overturned the table first, others would have reason to attack him by any means.

Thinking of this, Jason became more and more anxious. He poked his head out and looked at the agents in the corridor; the number was more than three times that of their floor.

Bad news, this might be the room of the FBI boss. Worse news was that so many agents hadn't been of any use, and the FBI boss was very likely no longer here.

Jason decided to take a detour, go down another floor, and then climb up from the window, but just as he walked past the corner of the stairs, he saw a figure climb in from the corridor window.

This was the 15th floor, and the corridor window didn't have a balcony.

The strong man wearing black-rimmed glasses turned his head, saw Jason standing at the entrance of the stairs, and was stunned.

Very good, he definitely wasn't an agent, Jason judged, because this man looked completely unvigilant. No agent could possibly see someone of Jason's build and still stand foolishly in place, with even one leg still on the window frame and not taken down.

Then Jason's gaze fell on the bag carried on the shoulder of this handsome man wearing black-rimmed glasses. That bag wasn't an ordinary briefcase; it looked bulging, and from the shape, it looked like a... camera?

That man finally took his other leg down. He stood in place, hand on the bag strap, and used the second joint of the index finger of his other hand to push the side of his glasses, looked Jason up and down, and said.

"Jason Todd? Hmm... you look stronger than in the photo."

Jason was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what photo this man was talking about. Suddenly he remembered that Amanda had stimulated Bruce precisely by showing him a photo.

Then it seemed that photo should be a scene of them without masks taken at some Bat-family gathering moment, but how would this suddenly appearing strange man know about the photo?

Jason looked the person opposite him up and down again. In fact, this didn't require any detective skills; this guy's dress, behavior, and even the information conveyed by his eyes were clearly telling others that he was a reporter.

"Listen, Jason, don't be impulsive." The person opposite seemed to see some aggressiveness revealed by Jason. He stretched out one hand to stop Jason's action and said: "I am Clark Kent, a reporter for the Daily Planet."

Jason just nodded cautiously, not bothering with the hand this man named Clark stretched out.

"What are you doing here? More importantly, where did you come in from?" Jason's attitude couldn't be called good. To be precise, the tone sounded like he was interrogating a criminal.

"Um, I'm here to find Bruce Wei En." Clark pointed to the side, appearing a bit uncomfortable.

Jason narrowed his eyes, clearly feeling that this man in front of him was hiding many things from him. He just wanted to step forward, and the symbiote said in his brain.

"No, don't go over, Jason. You wouldn't want to bring trouble upon yourself."

"You sound like the lousiest kind of gang boss. Were you bought off by him?"

"No, but I did learn this sentence from a movie. I think it's cool, but I'm telling the truth. The spider-sense I inherited from the previous host told me the moment you wanted to throw a punch that it would be very dangerous. Don't do that."

If it were someone else's advice, Jason might not have taken it to heart, and might even have gone to try it, but during the time he stayed in the hotel room, he could clearly feel his muscle strength growing slowly.

This showed that this strange parasitic life was even more magical and powerful than he imagined, but even after enhancing his muscle strength, he still made the judgment not to collide head-on, which showed that the other party was definitely not right.

"Is he with you?" Clark asked.

"We were together just now, but now he's gone out."

"Then that's perfect." Clark rubbed the back of his hand, looked at Jason, and said: "Can I take a few minutes of your time to chat?"

"What do you want to chat about?"

"Regarding the outside world's speculation about you—I mean, Bruce Wei En and the relationship between the other people in the photo."

"You also want to say I'm one of Bruce Wei En's weird little hobbies?" Jason snorted coldly and asked: "Or do you hope I disclose some more explosive details, so you can write a big story in tomorrow morning's newspaper, relying on this yellow trash to earn enough toilet paper to wipe your editor's bitchy ass?"

What surprised Jason was that these words seemed not to have angered the person opposite at all. On the contrary, this reporter pushed his glasses and revealed a serious expression and said.

"No, Jason, I came here so quickly precisely to seek the truth of the matter."

"What truth do you want?"

Just at this moment, Clark's head suddenly moved. He looked vigilantly at the stairwell Jason had just walked out of, rushed forward at a speed Jason couldn't see at all, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into a reception room next to him.

Until entering the room, Jason reacted. He didn't know at all how he had been pulled over just now.

Under normal circumstances, such physical contact would be regarded by him as an attack, and the only reason he didn't defend or counterattack was that the power that grabbed his arm just now made him unable to resist at all.

Jason just wanted to open his mouth to ask, when he heard rapid footsteps and vague shouting.

"You, go over there. You two, follow me downstairs. Don't let that damn kid run away."

Jason immediately held his breath, preventing the pursuing agents from discovering there were two people here. Until the talking and footsteps went further and further away, he turned his head to look at Clark next to him.

Clark carried his camera bag to a single sofa next to him and turned his head to look at Jason. The meaning expressed was very clear; obviously, he wanted to pull Jason to talk here.

"This isn't a good idea, Mr. Reporter." Jason turned his head to look at him and said: "There are too many people here, and that group of people don't know when they will come over."

"I guarantee they won't discover we are here, and I can also guarantee that the content of our conversation will never spread out."

"Every reporter guarantees that."

"No, Mr. Todd." Clark sighed, pushed his glasses, and said: "I can guarantee I am different. I come for justice and fairness, and I also come for you."

Jason frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to walk to the opposite of Clark and sit down.

Reporters had always been trouble. Jason felt he couldn't let this reporter who claimed to be from the Daily Planet find Bruce Wei En, because they were best at stirring up trouble and turning black into white, and Bruce Wei En's current mental state would probably give them an opportunity.

"I've heard of Batman." Clark, however, suddenly started talking on his own, "I've heard people call him Cat Getan's last hope, the Dark Knight guarding the night. Actually, I've always yearned for this, but I know he won't accept interviews..."

Jason narrowed his eyes. He keenly sensed that this man in front of him knew more about Batman than just having heard of him.

"So you want to see your idol? Or do you want to destroy him with your report?"

"Neither, Jason. I said, I came here for you." Clark leaned his body forward, raised his head, and stared into Jason's eyes, asking: "Now, I hope you answer me truthfully."

"Mr. Jason Todd, has Batman or Bruce Wei En used any means to carry out any form of abuse against you?" ===== CHAPTER 2065 =====