The Fourth Calamity Knight, Red Hood, Never Wanted a Cat

The rain in Gotham is like an icy needle that pierces the night and also pierces the abandoned steel factory. Stained with a greasy sheen. This was Jason Todd's nightmare theater One, the stage for the clown's numerous "games". Now, empty and rusty, There was only the monotonous sound of rain hitting the iron sheet, and... He had never heard of The echo of stagnant screams. He leaned against the cold metal wall, his breathing turning into a heavy tide under the red hood. Wet cycle. The body under the armor is tense, and every nerve is still remembering The pain of being imprisoned, tortured, and betrayed. Batman can't save Him. Bruce chose the Joker over him. This cognition is like a ball The fire that never goes out burned his insides. His target tonight is an arms dealer who uses fear gas to make money. Scumbag. Simple, direct, a violent catharsis. He needs this. Just when he was about to take action, a voice sounded calm and precise, like surgery Cutting through the rain and the noise of memories like a knife. "Emotional actions leave holes, Knight." Jason turned around suddenly and pointed his guns at the source of the sound. On the eaves of the factory Under the shadow, a figure stands like a rock. Orange and blue armor, alone Eye mask, crossed hilts a death knell. Slade Wilson. He stands There, it seemed that it had already merged with the darkness, and I had been observing it for a long time. "Death knell," Jason's voice came through the voice changer, hoarse and full of warning, "You have no business here. Get out of here." Slade didn't move, his one eye looking at Jason from behind the mask, as if Evaluate a weapon, or an interesting specimen. "My 'Business' Style That's a lot, Todd. Especially when it comes to a guy wearing a shoddy replica of Batman. Product, an emotionally unstable former Robin. " Hearing the words "ex-Robin," the anger inside Jason exploded. "Shut up!" He growled, the muzzle of his gun steady as a rock, "Don't call me that name!" "Why?" Slade took a step forward, and the rainwater slid off his armor silently. "Denying the past cannot change the facts. You were his sharpest knife until he broke you. Now, you try to piece yourself back together from the fragments, but you only put together a mask of anger." His words were like poisonous stings, piercing Jason's deepest wounds with precision. Jason could almost smell the dust and blood in the Afghan warehouse, hear the clown's maniacal laughter and the muffled thud of a crowbar smashing bones. "What do you know?!" Jason roared, approaching, the muzzle of his gun almost touching Deathstroke's chest, "You're just a mercenary who works for money!" "I understand efficiency." Slade's voice was still steady, even with a hint of sarcasm, "I understand that anger is a tool, not a steering wheel. Look at you, Jason. You returned to Gotham, planned a war, used the army, drones... And the result? You lost. You lost to him again. Not because you were not strong, but because you were seen through by him. Your anger, your pain - all were scripts he had expected." Every word felt like a punch. Arkham Knight's failure was another thorn in the side. Slade cruelly turned it inside out, exposing it to the freezing rain. "What about you?" Jason countered, trying to take back the initiative, "You came here just to teach me a lesson? Analyze my failure? Save it!" "I'm here because you represent some kind of... Possibility." Deathstroke glanced at the gun Jason was holding tightly, his stance, and the almost uncontrollable tension radiating from his body. "A man who was perfectly cast and then cruelly destroyed weapons. The potential for reinvention is limitless, as long as it's in the right hands. " He tilted his head slightly: "Batman wants to save you, but the method he uses is to restrain you." Tie. He wants to make you a 'good soldier' again. But I... I accept what you are now look. Angry, broken, dangerous. I can teach you how to convert these Turn it into a strength, not a weakness. " "Be your apprentice? Like Ross?" Jason smiled, but pulled the trigger The fingers loosened slightly. There was a dangerous, dangerous quality in Slade's words. The twisted logic attracted the dark part of him. "No." Slade denied simply, "Rose is another matter. You And I... We are the same kind. We all understand that sometimes, the only thing that works The language of violence is violence. The difference is that I have already accepted this, and You are still struggling with this, while you are addicted to killing and longing for someone's recognition. Can? Batman's? Even… His? " Jason was silent. Rain trickled down his hood. The words of the death knell are peeled apart It broke through his layers of defense and touched the core that he didn't want to admit - he didn't want to admit it. Just wanting to prove Batman wrong, maybe, deep down, he still The desire to be seen, to be recognized, even in a twisted way. Slade saw him waver. He moved forward again, so close that Jason You can feel the coldness and power emanating from the opponent's armor. He didn't try Tu touched Jason's gun and just looked at the eyes on his mask that should be location. "We can make a deal, Jason." Deathstroke's voice lowered a little, It almost became a whisper in the sound of rain, "One cooperation. One goal. I propose For intelligence and strategy, you provide… Your unique perspective and understanding of the city understanding. Afterwards, you can continue your 'revolution', or..." He After a pause, he said meaningfully, "... You can see a clearer path. A path only for the strong." Jason looked at Deathstroke, the living legend, the most dangerous man in the world. One of the people. He offers not redemption, but recognition—to the Red Hood. Approval, approval for Arkham Knight, approval for all Jason Todd's anger and Painful recognition. This is a darker temptation than any false security Comfort is even more exciting. Slowly, very slowly, he lowered the muzzle of the gun. This is not surrender; Rather, it is a cautious, tentative acquiescence. "... What goal?" Jason asked, the anger in his voice being replaced by a sense of exhaustion. Replaced by curiosity. The corners of the mouth under the Deathstroke mask seemed to curl up in satisfaction. "A goal worthy of your time and mine." He turned around and motioned for Jason to follow on, "Come on, Knight. Let's add some... Effect to Gotham's night." Rate. "BOSS" The old man is so sexy, I am so happy, I have been thinking about it for a long time. At this point, you will look like you are eating shit, hahahahaha00c Yes Sorry (90-degree bow) Offended and deleted! ! ! Thanks to my wife for your spiritual food. With your hard work, I finally tasted delicious food in the world... Looking forward to your return

Wait, why haven't I read this book in a while? There are so many red locks. Jj You are sinful! ! ! ! ! !

It's been 25 years, boss, can we still have food? [Melted] [crying]

Teacher, you have to believe that we have been waiting for you, and we hope that you will come back one day. As long as there is a cook cooking, I will brag about it [crying]

Is there any kind person who can give me a group number?

Teacher, are you ready to go home for dinner? Teacher, please don't leave. Teacher, how can I live without you?

The soul is back, the soul is back

Damn, as long as you don't give up and come back to update one day in the future, everything else is completely fine. I can refresh it every once in a while [shy], hehe, it's like reading a new barrel riding article

When I was reviewing it today, I suddenly realized that a few chapters were locked (thumping the ground)

Teacher, I will always wait for you to come back [crying]