(Sorry, because the time to return to school is a little tight today, so I updated it so late, rest assured that this book will not be eunuchs)

For the rest of the broadcast, Raphael no longer has the heart to continue listening, because the next stop for the development of the Pengele family has been determined in Raphael's heart...

Meanwhile, Gotham.

In an abandoned warehouse no one knows where.

The dark and damp floor was soaked with bloodstains. Some of the blood had already dried up and turned into black-red stains, while others were still emitting a warm breath. Obviously, the blood did not flow out at the same time.

And this time span is very long.

If all the blood belonged to the same person, then he must have been tortured for a long time, and the torture is far from over until now...

There is only one light bulb in the warehouse, hanging on the ceiling in the center. The weak and dim light can only illuminate a chair in the center of the warehouse. The surroundings of the chair are dark, and nothing in the warehouse can be seen.

On the chair, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy was tightly bound by iron chains. His body was full of shocking wounds, purple-black bruises were everywhere, and even his face was covered with bloodstains.

The teenager was wearing a red tights, a cape, and a black eye patch.

It is a standard Robin uniform, but unfortunately this uniform should be called a cloth strip now.

The eye patch that only covered the eyes and only exposed the pupils was still intact.

That's right, the boy's true identity is the second-generation Robin who disappeared unexpectedly half a year ago, that is, Jason Todd, who got along well with Raphael.

Six months ago, Robin was accidentally captured by the Joker. Batman went to rescue Jason but was deceived by the trap set by the Joker, thinking that Jason died in an explosion.

But Jason has been secretly imprisoned by the Joker, constantly forcing him to reveal his identity as Batman, and has been abused by the Joker.

But in fact, the Joker doesn't really care about Batman's true identity at all. He didn't even take off Robin's blindfold.

The Joker's real intention is just to prove the point that anyone can betray anyone, that is, Robin can betray Batman too.

When Jason couldn't take the torture and tried to reveal Batman's identity, the Joker would kill him before he could speak.

Of course, normal people can't do such a thing, and they can't understand why the clown does this.

But he's a clown, and he'll do it.

(Don't think that the author has subverted the master's wisdom here. The original plot of Arkham Knight is like this. I don't want to write too detailed the original plot. If you haven't played it, you can play it.)

tread... tread... tread...

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came from all around, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right.

It's like going in circles around Jason on the chair, making people unable to judge when they will stop and from which direction they will appear.

No one can maintain a calm mind in this environment, and Jason is no exception.

But he still stubbornly closed his eyes and never said a word.

"Oh, you are so boring, why do you insist on keeping a secret for him? Do you think he will come to save you? That bat?"

A shrill voice came from the darkness, this is the voice of the clown!

"Don't be stupid, poor abandoned bird, in his heart, you are already a dead person."

"But he will find you!"

Jason said in a firm tone.

He opened his eyes and looked ahead, imagining that the clown was in front of him, his eyes flashed with anger and hatred.

"Batman will definitely find you and kill you!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

The clown hiding in the dark laughed wildly as if he heard some funny joke.

Suddenly, the clown's laughter stopped abruptly, turned to sigh, and began to say in a guilty tone: "I'm sorry, maybe I didn't control my strength, and I hit your head a little bit. fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale face appeared in front of Jason without warning.

Jason was unmoved, because he didn't know how many times he had experienced this scene in half a year.

The Joker showed obvious disappointment. He stepped back from Jason's face, revealing his whole body.

A purple suit, pale skin, green hair, and an evil smile that always rises at the corners of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look, our little Robin has learned to stare now. Didn't Batman teach you that it's impolite to stare at people like this?"

The clown lit up the crowbar in his hand, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

"Let Uncle J take the place of Bat and teach you what it means to be polite." (uncleJ)

I saw the clown raise the crowbar high and hit Jason in the face with force. Jason fell directly to the ground with the chair, with a thick red mark on his face.

With a sick smile on his face, the clown frantically hit Jason with a crowbar.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The crowbar fell on Jason's body one after another. The severe pain tormented Jason's nerves. He didn't know how many bones were broken.

Sometimes, he even wanted to die directly at the hands of the clown, but unfortunately he always hanged his life.

"Your strength is weak like a newborn baby. If you have the ability to ride a horse, you will kill me! Fake oil! You son of a bitch!"

"Do you think this will bring me down? You can't! I will never betray Batman!"

Jason scolded loudly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to relieve the physical pain.

As he beat, Jason's injuries got worse and worse, and not a single piece of flesh on his body was intact.

Maybe the Joker didn't want Jason to die so early, or maybe the Joker was tired.

Anyway, he threw down the crowbar after playing for a while.

"Why stop? Go on! Come and kill me!"

Jason roared with all his strength.

Rather than being tortured like this forever, perhaps death is a better way out.

"Kill you? No, no, no, Batman has abandoned you and threw you out like a puppy no one wanted."

The clown shook his head like a rattle. He squatted down in front of Jason, lowered his head, and gently stroked Jason's **** face.

"And to me, your dearest Uncle J, you're like a poor bird. How could I be willing to kill you?"

At this moment, the clown took out a syringe filled with green gas from his pocket.

"But no matter how much I love you, you have to get an injection when it's time to get an injection. You know, in case you get infected with... bird flu?"

"Yes, it's bird flu. If the poor bird gets sick, Uncle J will be sad."

The clown pointed the needle of the syringe at Jason's neck and stabbed it down.

"No! Don't! Don't do this!"

Seeing this scene, deep fear appeared in Jason's eyes, and no matter how he had been beaten before, his eyes never wavered.

Just because the syringe is filled with a poisonous gas called "Fear"!

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