Batman frowned deeply.
"Sorry, this was one of the gifts I brought." Peter shrugged and looked at Jason. "It's a specialty from my hometown. They're benevolent parasitic life-forms—or rather, whether they're benevolent depends on their previous host."
"Sorry, Jason, but Batman noticed you building this base. You knew you couldn't hide it from him, didn't you?"
Jason did not rush forward. He shrank back into the corner in terror, glaring at Batman. "You were monitoring me from inside my brain, huh?! You... you..."
When a parent broke the lock on a child's bedroom door without permission, the child would be angry. But when a parent opened the child's skull and implanted a tracking chip, the child would probably only be afraid.
Jason was a little afraid now.
As the saying went, after three days apart, one should look at someone anew. What had Batman gone through during the year he had been away?
"But that wasn't all," Peter continued.
"Although allowing the Fear Gas disaster to break out really was Batman's plan, he needed another layer of insurance."
"So even though he knew in advance that you were going to work with Scarecrow, he didn't stop you. As long as you were there, none of Scarecrow's actions could escape his sight."
"Despicable! Batman! You actually used such low tactics as spies! You're the shame of superheroes!" Scarecrow cursed through gritted teeth.
"But Batman also knew that if he pushed you too hard and you detonated the gas across the city, it would still cause a certain amount of chaos. So after learning your whereabouts, he didn't immediately move to capture you."
"Instead, he had me pretend to be kidnapped by you... Oh, kidnapped by the Arkham Knight, who was working with you. By the way, the Symbiote altered the memories