Red Hood and Red Robin had both killed people. Judging by their records, they had choked or beaten criminals to death before, only for them to be revived immediately afterward, but most of the time, they had never successfully killed anyone.
Though neither of them could be described as bloodthirsty, their ideas and methods were indeed among the more radical within the Bat-family. The most radical of all was Damian.
Red Hood had once died at Joker's hands. After being resurrected, he had sworn to make every criminal pay. He had clashed with Batman several times because Batman would not let him go too far with criminals, and Batman had often been troubled by his somewhat extreme thinking.
But Mr. Lu Xun's window-opening effect made a certain amount of sense at any time.
If you told him not to kill people, he definitely would not agree. But if you told him to stuff frozen human corpses into a cutting machine, slice them into pieces, soak them in chemical solution, copy the muscle patterns and nerve structures into a notebook, then mount the limb slices onto specimen slides, then he would agree not to kill anyone.
Red Hood was genuinely about to lose his mind.
Holding the wrist of a frozen, stiff female arm, he stood in front of the cutter, his whole body numb. Looking at Harley operating the machine beside him, he shouted in grief and outrage, "How much longer is this going to take?!!"
"Almost, almost." Harley frowned as she adjusted the machine's settings. "I'm just asking you to feed an arm into the machine! Can you show a little academic spirit?! If every Doctor in the world were like you, how would human surgery ever advance?"
"Is this just an arm?!!!"
As Red Hood roared, the mountain