Suddenly Reaching a Consensus

As it turned out, fate was something no one could truly escape.

When Jason poked his head out from behind Solomon, when the thugs aimed their weapons at Grundy, and when the two Batmen on the rooftop saw this scene, an absurd feeling rose simultaneously in the hearts of Ma Zhaodi and Arkham Batman.

"Jason."

Memories surged like a tide. Arkham Batman's mind went blank for a full second. After all these years, that name had remained like a nightmare that refused to fade, haunting every midnight and tormenting his spirit.

Jason. Rather than his former Robin, he had been his former child.

The lonely, helpless boy had grown up struggling alone in Gotham City, yet he had been incredibly clever and extraordinarily talented. Few people could manually strip a Batmobile tire that was practically as solid as an iron plate with nothing but a tire iron, but this child had managed it.

Arkham Batman still remembered how he had laughed heartily at the time, thinking, It must have taken quite a bit of effort to get two of the Batmobile's wheels off.

When had the word "smile" become a luxury to him? When had he turned into a gloomy, unsmiling bat?

That, on the other hand, he could no longer remember.

He had not waited long beside the car before a sneaky little boy came running back to the Batmobile with a tire iron in hand. That was right—he had even planned to steal a second time and take the remaining two wheels home as well.

While asking for the tires, the boy had even ambushed him with the tire iron, smacking him twice before fleeing at top speed.

That had definitely been the highlight of the boy's life.

For a vigilante and a thief, it probably was not