Jason was the first to encounter a woman named Christina Bell. She wore a pink shirt and glasses, was not particularly strong, but had an erratic temperament.
She looked a little like the Joker, but she was not him. Jason swept Bell off her feet with a swift leg sweep, yet she lay on the floor and burst into manic laughter.
The lenses on the woman's face had shattered, some fragments even embedded in her eyeballs, but her bleeding eyes remained fixed on a door nearby.
Jason narrowed his eyes, stepped over Bell's arm, and headed for the door. Before he reached it, he smelled a powerful stench of blood.
A hand covered by a metal gauntlet slowly pushed the door open.
Blood. The entire room was covered in blood.
A youth in a red bodysuit lay in the middle of the room, surrounded by blood.
It was Robin. Someone had disemboweled him.
Jason froze in shock. He stood there for quite a while before rushing over, but Robin had only one breath left.
He said nothing. A brief, ragged exhale escaped him, his eyes filled with pain, and then he went completely still.
Jason stood up in disbelief and stared at the blood around him. Then the woman's crazed laughter rang out again.
"Hahahaha! Poor little bird... What pathetic fantasy have you come up with now? Do you think Batman came to save you, or that you've already escaped? You know you haven't!"
Jason rushed out and seized Bell by the collar. Just as he was about to drive his fist into her face, the wounds around Bell's eyes suddenly began to bleed.
Fragments of memories flashed through Jason's mind.
"Do you know? As long as the optic nerve isn't damaged, a human eyeball can endure prolonged torture before