But just as Arkham Batman had said, something went wrong midway through the plan. The biggest problem was that the Symbiote originally meant to heal Arkham Batman's injuries had had its weakness exploited by Robin King. He directly linked the signals of the two Symbiotes and transmitted Arkham Batman's memories of pain from his wounds to Jason.
Arkham Batman realized it immediately. He knew Jason's mental state had already been unstable, and it had only just begun to improve after treatment. If he was stimulated again, he would only fall back into madness.
Whether Jason went mad or not was another matter. At that moment, Batman was about to lose his mind. He could not understand why so many disasters had to descend upon one person at once. Why did someone who had just flown to great heights have to plunge into the abyss again? Why did hope always lead straight into despair?
Such feelings dealt far too devastating a blow. In that instant, Batman lost his reason. He no longer cared about any plan. He had to stop Jason's suffering immediately.
Batman expelled the Symbiote from his body.
This had not been an accidental encounter. Batman had deliberately lured Robin King here, and the entire Capitol Building had been prepared with numerous arrangements. Even against a fifth-dimensional imp, they might not have won quickly, but they should not have been defeated so badly.
But the worst part was that, in the instant Batman lost control, he threw away the toughest human-shield attachment he had. Once the front-line tank could not hold, no matter how powerful the shooters behind him were, they would die in seconds. Batman was grievously injured in mere seconds, and no backup plan could help.
"I could have taken back my cloak," Arkham Batman said. "Robin