The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 251 Two-Tube Takes Office

The night in Gotham City remained dark, with continuous rain. The cold rain pounded against the windows of the dilapidated apartment, making the already rusty fan blades rattle loudly.

Jason sat at a dusty table, surrounded by various electronic components, wires, and tools. His brow was furrowed, his eyes focused, and the screwdriver in his hand spun rapidly, completely undisturbed by the sound of rain outside the window.

Since Li Zhen went to Apokolips alone, Jason has been relentlessly investigating the mysterious organization that released the Amozzo virus.

He has now temporarily set his sights on the Dark Side Club.

This is a cult that worships Apokolips and is affiliated with Darkseid in his original universe.

However, Earth in this universe has never been invaded by Darkseid, and there is absolutely no information related to Apokolips or the Dark Side Club in Batman's Batcave in this universe.

He could only rely on the remaining memories in his mind to piece together the clues bit by bit.

In Jason's universe, the Justice League clashed with Darkseid several times. As the core of the League, Batman naturally collected a lot of information about Apokolips, the Dark Elite, and the Dark Side Club.

Jason had secretly looked at these files on Batman's computer back then, but he was too young at the time, plus...

Later, influenced by the water in Lhasa, his mental state was unstable for a long time.

Although he was later unexpectedly cured of an infection caused by the endovirus, his brain was still damaged, and many details became blurred.

He stopped what he was doing, rubbed his throbbing temples, and tried to recall those forgotten details.

The harder I tried to recall, the more my head ached. Countless fragmented memories churned in my mind, but in the end, they all turned into a chaotic mess.

Just when he was about to give up, a distant yet vivid memory suddenly surfaced uncontrollably.

That was the first time he met Batman.

Back then, Jason was a street thug who roamed the alleys of Gotham, penniless and making a living by stealing chickens and dogs.

One late night, he saw a cool black sports car in a dark alley.

The car's lines are sleek, and its matte finish gives it a captivating sheen, making it particularly dazzling under dim lighting.

Jason didn't understand anything back then. He just thought the car must be very valuable, and if he could steal some parts and sell them, he could make a living for several days.

He cautiously approached the vehicle, took a sharpened iron rod from his pocket, and, taking advantage of the absence of anyone around, began to pry open the tires.

But he had only pried a few times when he heard a dull thud from the rooftop, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

Jason was startled, thinking he had been discovered. In a panic, he raised the iron bar in his hand and looked back nervously.

A figure had just jumped down from the rooftop when Jason struck him hard with a car pry bar.

Batman had just fought Bane and had a severe sprain in his abdomen. Coupled with the dizziness from blood loss, he was caught off guard and was hit by Jason. He staggered back several steps until his back hit the wall before he stopped.

The excruciating pain caused Batman to groan and curl up slightly, but even though he was seriously injured, his strength still far surpassed Jason's.

Before Jason could rush forward again, Batman grabbed his wrist and twisted it gently, causing Jason to drop the iron rod to the ground. Then, Batman kicked Jason away.

Immediately afterwards, Batman reached out and easily pinned Jason to the ground, his eyes cold, but he did not make any further moves.

Jason was terrified inside, but his eyes maintained a stubborn ferocity, a trait almost every...

The camouflage that Gotham Orphans all possess.

If the opponent relaxes their guard, he will pounce on them and bite them, tearing their carotid artery, in order to have any chance of survival.

But Batman only glanced at him before letting go, turning around, climbing into the car, starting the engine, and driving away.

Jason was left alone, staggering out of the alley, watching the black car disappear into the night.

From then on, Jason became rivals with Batman.

He felt that Batman looked down on him, and he was also very curious about that cool black vehicle.

So he would always sneak off Batman's tires when Batman parked his car to fight criminals, wanting to prove his abilities.

The two clashed three times in succession. The first two times, Jason was easily discovered by Batman, taught a lesson, and chased away, but he never gave up.

The third time, Jason was well-prepared. Taking advantage of a lull in Batman's battle with a group of gangsters, he quietly slipped to the vehicle and, relying on the skill he had honed in a junkyard over the past few days, finally managed to remove one of the tires.

He pressed down on the tire, his heart filled with excitement, preparing to roll the tire away from the scene. But when he turned around, he found Batman standing behind him, his suit still stained with blood, but his eyes no longer cold as before, instead filled with a strange approval.

Before Jason could react, Batman had already reached out his hand to him.

The memory was incredibly clear, although he was so excited at the time that he didn't hear what Batman said at all. He only knew that he had inexplicably put down the tire and the disassembly stick and placed his small, black hand covered in engine oil on the thick Kevlar glove.

Jason's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the pain in his head also subsided considerably.

He snapped out of his daze, looked at the finished radar on the table that he hadn't even realized was complete, and stared blankly for a long time.

This radar can track energy signals similar to those of the Apokolips Parademons and the Mother Box.

He stood up, pressed the radar's start button, and the screen instantly displayed fluctuating values. At first, the values ​​were chaotic, jumping back and forth between two peaks. As the radar was continuously adjusted, the values ​​gradually stabilized and eventually locked onto three similar energy signals, located in three different areas of Gotham City.

Jason carefully put the radar away, then turned around and looked at the dusty full-length mirror in the room.

In the mirror, his face looked slightly tired, but his eyes were no longer as lifeless as before.

The next second, the red, bony fluid gushed from his neck, gradually covering his cheeks and eventually forming a blood-red mask that enveloped his only bright eyes in the darkness, leaving only a cold slit.

"You're old, bat."

Jason said to himself in the mirror.

He walked around the mirror and toward the door, reaching into his holster with his right hand to pull out one of the pistols. He skillfully checked the safety and magazine, then pulled the bolt to chamber a round.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

He reached out and pushed open the dilapidated apartment door, and the icy rain instantly lashed against him, carrying a chilling cold.

He looked up at the dark night sky. Rainwater slid down the edges of his mask, dripping onto the ground and splashing up tiny droplets.

Then, he took a step forward and straddled a motorcycle that he had smuggled from a bat cave.

He repainted the motorcycle, adding his signature color. The scarlet lines made the otherwise completely black motorcycle less monotonous. The bat logo on the side was also removed, and a portable metal box for storing grenades was installed.

In fact, Jason's modifications to the motorcycle went far beyond that, with more than ten deadly firepower additions, making it look much more ferocious than the original Batmobile.

He twisted the handlebars and stomped down hard, and the scarlet and black motorcycle spewed out scorching flames, roaring as it stormed into the dark Gotham City, where Batman hadn't patrolled for four days.

Investigating the virus release was the top priority, but Red Hood wouldn't mind pulling out his pistol and blowing those bastards' heads off as he happened to pass by those demons and monsters that were finally starting to stir again.

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