Chapter 2059: Knight's Horror Night (Forty-Three)

Jason stared in amazement as Bruce put on his coat and opened the balcony door.

When Jason rushed to the balcony, he found that Bruce had jumped directly to the balcony next door, and was jumping down the balcony downstairs along the railing on the right side of the balcony next door.

This series of actions was completed in about ten seconds. Jason didn't know who lived downstairs, but he knew he was probably in big trouble.

Jason wanted to follow him hesitantly, but he also encountered trouble, that is, Bruce's movements were too fast, and his silent walking skills were not as skilled as Batman. If he jumped over the same route as Batman, he would be discovered when he reached the first balcony.

Jason quickly closed the curtains and rushed out the door. The agents guarding the door immediately became alert when they saw him. Bruce Wayne didn't tell them that there was someone else in the hotel room.

"Don't shoot, you idiots." Jason gritted his teeth and said, "Where is your boss?"

The agent didn't listen to him at all, holding his gun in both hands and moving like a crab. Jason took a deep breath, rushed to the end of the corridor at the fastest speed with a flexibility and agility that didn't match his weight class, and knocked out the agent closest to him with a punch.

Other agents approached him with guns, but didn't dare to shoot. Jason took this opportunity to get into the stairwell of the emergency escape passage and ran downstairs at the fastest speed.

Jason and Batman quarreled many times, but this also has its advantages. Some things can't be explained. At the most exaggerated time, Batman used all his weekly speaking quota to quarrel with Jason, which also meant that they communicated the most and understood each other's expressions and words the most deeply.

So Jason could see how angry Batman was now.

Jason heard what Amanda said. In fact, he didn't care about his identity being exposed, or he didn't have any identity that could be exposed.

He was just an orphan born in the bottom of Gotham, a little gangster with no education, and of course, he was still a poor little boy who had been kidnapped and imprisoned by a super criminal for a year.

Maybe he was thinking about Dick's future, Jason thought so. After all, Dick wanted to inherit the legacy of the Grayson family and become the best flying man in the world. If someone misunderstood his relationship with Bruce Wayne, he would not be able to survive in Blüdhaven.

Running down stairs after stairs, Jason calculated his position. He remembered that Bruce should have rushed into a room on this floor, but he didn't hear any movement in the corridor.

This was not a good sign. He would rather Bruce had a fight with someone. If there was no movement, it meant that Batman's target might be subdued in one move.

Bruce was not wearing Batman's uniform. Even if he wore it now, everyone knew he was Bruce Wayne.

Batman could rush into the room of any big shot to threaten and intimidate them, but if it was Bruce Wayne who rushed in, he would definitely become everyone's enemy.

You can be powerful and just, or rich and sinister, but you can't be powerful, just, rich and sinister at the same time.

There are many people in this world who know that Bruce Wayne is Batman. Most of the people living in this hotel are one of them. Even if there are some who don't know, they can guess it if they think carefully.

Wearing a weird tights and playing games with some super criminals on their own territory is one thing, and using force in a place where civilized negotiations should be conducted is another thing.

If Bruce Wayne flips the table first, others will have a reason to attack him by all means.

Thinking of this, Jason became more and more anxious. He looked at the agents in the corridor. The number was probably more than three times that of their floor.

Bad news, this may be the room of the FBI boss. The worse news is that none of these agents are useful, and the FBI boss is likely no longer here.

Jason decided to take a detour, go down one more floor, and then climb up from the window, but as soon as he walked around the corner of the stairs, he saw a figure flipping in from the window in the corridor.

This is the 15th floor, and there is no balcony on the windows in the corridor.

The strong man with black-framed glasses turned around and was stunned when he saw Jason standing at the stairs.

Very good, he is definitely not an agent, Jason judged, because this man looked completely unvigilant. No agent could stand there stupidly after seeing a person of Jason's size, and even had one leg on the window frame.

Then Jason's eyes fell on the bag on one shoulder of the handsome man with black-framed glasses. The bag was not an ordinary briefcase. It looked bulging. From the shape, it was a... camera?

The man finally took off his other leg. He stood there, holding his hand on the bag strap, pushed the side of his eye with the second joint of his index finger on his other hand, looked Jason up and down and said.

"Jason Todd? Hmm... You look stronger than in the photo."

Jason was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what the photo the man was talking about. Suddenly he remembered that Amanda had stimulated him by showing Batman a photo.

So it seems that the photo should be taken at a Bat-Family gathering where they were not wearing masks, but how did this strange man who suddenly appeared know about the photo?

Jason looked at the person opposite him from head to toe again. In fact, this did not require any detective skills. This guy's dress, words and deeds, and even the information conveyed by his eyes were clearly telling others that he was a reporter. .

"Listen, Jason, don't be impulsive." The person opposite seemed to see some of Jason's aggression. He stretched out a hand to stop Jason's movements and said: "I am Clark Kent. Reporter from Planet Daily.”

Jason just nodded cautiously and ignored the hand extended by the man named Clark.

"What are you doing here? More importantly, where did you come in from?" Jason's attitude could not be called a good one. To be more precise, his tone almost sounded like he was interrogating a criminal.

"Well, I'm here to see Bruce Wayne." Clark nodded to the side, acting a little uncomfortable. Jason narrowed his eyes, clearly feeling that the man in front of him was hiding many things from him. Just as he was about to take a step forward, the symbiote spoke in his mind.

"No, don't go there, Jason, you don't want to get yourself in trouble."

"You sound like the worst kind of gangster. Were you bribed by him?"

"No, but I did learn this sentence from the movie. I think it's cool, but I'm telling the truth. The spider sense I inherited from the previous host will tell you the moment you want to punch. Me, that would be dangerous, don’t do that.”

If it had been someone else's advice, Jason might not have taken it so seriously and would have even tried it, but during the time he stayed in the hotel room, he could clearly feel his muscle strength slowly increasing. increase.

This shows that this strange parasitic life is more magical and powerful than he imagined, but even after increasing his muscle strength, he still made the judgment not to confront him head-on, which shows that there must be something wrong with the other party.

"Is he with you?" Clark asked.

"We were together just now, but now he's out."

"That's perfect." Clark rubbed the back of his hand, looked at Jason and said, "Can you take a few minutes to chat?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Concerning speculation about the relationship between you, I mean, Bruce Wayne and the other people in the photo."

"Do you also want to say that I am one of Bruce Wayne's weird little quirks?" Jason asked with a cold snort: "Or do you want me to reveal some more exciting details so that you can have fun tomorrow morning? There is a big article in the newspaper, and you can make enough toilet paper from these yellow scraps to clean your editor’s bitch’s ass?”

To Jason's surprise, these words did not seem to anger the person opposite him at all. On the contrary, the reporter pushed up his glasses, showed a serious expression and said.

"No, Jason, I came here so quickly just to seek the truth of the matter."

"What truth do you want?"

At this moment, Clark's head suddenly moved. He looked warily at the staircase where Jason had just walked out. He rushed forward at a speed that Jason could not see clearly, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the In a reception room next to it.

Jason didn't realize it until he entered the room. He had no idea how he had been pulled here just now.

Normally, such physical contact would be regarded as an attack by him, and the only reason why he did not defend or fight back was that the force that just pulled his arm made him unable to resist at all.

Just as Jason was about to ask, he heard rapid footsteps and vague shouts.

"You, go over there, you two, come downstairs with me, don't let that damn boy get away."

Jason immediately held his breath and concentrated to prevent the chasing agents from discovering that there were two more people here. It wasn't until the sounds of voices and footsteps became farther and farther away that he turned to look at Clark next to him.

Clark carried his camera bag and walked to the single sofa next to him, and turned to look at Jason. The meaning was obvious, and he obviously wanted to get Jason to talk here.

"This is not a good idea, Mr. Reporter." Jason turned to look at him and said, "There are so many people here, and that group of people will come over at any time."

"I guarantee they won't find out we're here, and I can guarantee the content of our conversation will never get out."

"That's what every reporter guarantees."

"No, Mr. Todd." Clark sighed, pushed up his glasses and said, "I can guarantee that I am different. I am here for justice and justice, and I am here for you."

Jason frowned, hesitated for a moment and then decided to walk over and sit down opposite Clark.

Reporters have always been a problem. Jason felt that he could not let this reporter from the Daily Planet newspaper find Bruce Wayne, because they were best at telling stories and confusing right and wrong, and Bruce Wayne's current mental state might give them an opportunity to take advantage of him.

"I've heard of Batman." Clark suddenly started talking to himself, "I heard people call him Gotham's last hope, the Dark Knight who protects the night. In fact, I have always longed for this, but I know he Will not be interviewed..."

Jason narrowed his eyes, and he was keenly aware that the man in front of him knew more about Batman than just heard about it.

"So do you want to meet your idol? Or do you want to personally destroy him with your reporting?"

"Neither, Jason, I told you, I'm here for you." Clark leaned forward, raised his head and looked into Jason's eyes and asked, "Now, I want you to answer me truthfully."

"Mr. Jason Todd, has Batman or Bruce Wayne abused you in any way?"