The Batmobile was like a ghost in the darkness, speeding across the snow-covered road. Its broad tires and sharp prow made it resemble an icebreaker, scattering shards of ice and slush behind it, only for them to be melted by the flames blasting from its thrusters.
The temperature outside hovered around minus thirty degrees, and it was no different inside the Batmobile. Its owner needed a chariot, not luxurious comfort, so there was no heating, no lights, only a bone-deep chill.
Like the Batcave, but mobile.
Amid the roar of the engine, Batwoman looked through the narrow windshield at the road ahead and spoke to Jack beside her. Her voice was like a wandering ghost rising from Hell.
"Tell me what happened to my Robin. You know who I mean."
Yes, Jack knew. Batman was asking about Jason, the Robin who was believed to have died at the Joker's hands.
This was Batman's knot, her Nightmare, a thought that seemed impossible to ever put to rest.
Back then, Harley had wanted to stop the Joker and went to find Batwoman. But by the time the two of them returned to that basement, Jason had already vanished, leaving behind only the Joker and a huge pool of blood.
Jason had vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.
Batwoman had questioned the Joker countless times, receiving nothing but laughter and provoked rage.
She had considered countless possibilities. Had the Joker eaten him? Had his bones been sunk into the sewers? Or had some chemical dissolved his body?
None of them were good conclusions.
Because Batwoman believed that if Jason were alive, he would definitely have come back to find her. Children always came home, didn't they?
He had not returned,