For an entire night, Jason and Shane went around breaking into homes and killing people like two psychopaths from some work of fiction.
Jason seemed to have some vague instinct for those who had gained superpowers from the Amazo Virus, always able to find them right at their doorsteps.
And honestly, they were the sort where executing ten out of ten would not have wronged a single one.
The first guy had taken advantage of Gotham being full of sickly people to rob a gang warehouse. He had stockpiled half a bathroom's worth of drugs and explosives at home, planning to pull off something huge after getting high.
When Jason and Shane burst in, the guy was curled up in the bathtub, taking pills rectally. A plan was pasted crookedly to the wall, covered in profanity and the addresses of banks he intended to rob.
Then Jason hauled the bastard up and beat him senseless while he was completely naked. He tried to resist with his enhanced body, but Jason simply pulled out a hand cannon and shot out all four of his limbs.
Once the man began begging for mercy, Jason pulled out a sheet of paper, held it against his head, and asked whether he recognized the symbol on it.
Shane tilted his head and glanced at it from the side. Nope, no impression whatsoever.
"I know it! Of course I know it!"
The guy with broken limbs began talking nonsense, claiming that he had definitely seen the mark before but needed some time to remember.
Without another word, Shane stepped forward and stomped the man's head apart.
Jason was stunned.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"He was lying."
"I fucking know he was lying! I'm asking why you had to make it so disgusting?"
Shane looked