Red Robin furtively pushed open a room door. Seeing that Red Hood was indeed still awake, sitting by the bed and organizing his gear, he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his voice. "Come on. The butler isn't here."
Red Hood fastened his weapons back around his waist and stood up. Somewhat impatiently, he lightly stamped his foot and kicked the rug on the floor. "I told you all from the start, the moment The Flash showed up, we should've knocked him out. You people kept dragging your feet and refusing to act, and now we're stuck in this mess!"
"Stop complaining, Jason." Red Robin led the way and opened the door. "Who could've guessed Batman would really be so determined to send us out here? Usually, he just talks."
Red Hood's face beneath the helmet looked impatient, but a trace of contemplation flashed between his brows. Red Robin's intelligence allowed him to understand every member of the Bat-family's behavioral patterns. Sensing Red Hood's silence, he asked, "Do you think something's wrong?"
"There's too much wrong." Red Hood replied irritably, "We all know Batman isn't a generous man. In a sense, he sees both Gotham and the Bat-family as his personal property and won't let anyone else touch them. Do you really think he'd hand Gotham over to someone else?"
"Of course not." Red Robin walked into the corridor. "He'd only say, 'Get out of my Gotham.'"
Red Hood stroked his chin and said in a serious tone, "That's the problem. Not only did he make us leave Gotham, leave the range of his surveillance and protection, he sent us somewhere this far away."
"More importantly, this place has probably completely slipped beyond his control. Even with The Flash, if we run into danger, he might not be