Chapter 2080: Knight's Night of Terror (Twenty-Four)

Jason first met a woman, a woman named Christina Bell, wearing a pink shirt and glasses. She was not very strong, but her personality was volatile.

She looked a bit like a clown, but not him. Jason swept Bell down with a leg sweep at the fastest speed, but Bell lay on the ground and laughed wildly.

The lenses on the woman's face were broken, and some even pierced her eyeballs, but her bleeding eyes were always staring at a door next to her.

Jason narrowed his eyes, stepped over Bell's arm, and walked towards the door. Before he reached the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The hand covered with metal gauntlets slowly pushed the door open.

Blood, blood all over the room.

A young man in a red tights fell in the middle of the room, and his body was surrounded by blood.

That was Robin, who had been disemboweled.

Jason was stunned. He stood there and watched for a long time before rushing up, and Robin was only left with his last breath.

He said nothing, but let out a short breath, his eyes full of pain, and finally lost his voice completely.

Jason stood up in disbelief and looked at the blood around him, but at this moment, the woman's crazy laughter sounded again.

"Hahahaha! Poor little bird... What pitiful fantasy do you have again? Do you think Batman came to save you, or have you run away? You know you didn't!"

Jason rushed out and grabbed Bell's collar. Just as he was about to punch Bell in the face, the wound on Bell's eye suddenly began to bleed.

Some fragments of memories flashed through Jason's mind.

"You know what? As long as the optic nerve is not damaged, the human eyeball can experience a long period of torture before infection. You will see with your own eyes how weapons of various shapes pierce your most vulnerable parts."

"You can even see how the blood flows out, flowing across the surface of your eyeball, flowing out of your eye socket, and some people can even see how the needle inserted into the eyeball causes a wound in the vitreous body."

"Next, let's try..."

Jason whimpered in pain, then covered his eyeballs, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes suddenly went black.

Some strange perspective allowed him to see a tube blocking his vision, but he could not see anything when his eyes were focused.

Bell fell to the ground, and when Jason looked down again, the woman's eyes were full of various needles.

Jason covered his eyes and stepped back, but there was more and more black in his vision, and the thin sheets that looked like tubes and needles were first blood red one after another, and then pitch black.

He could only feel the blurry light and shadows flowing in front of his eyes and hear the heavy footsteps around his ears.

But there should be no one else in this room except him.

Is it an illusion?

Did he really leave the room?

Jason stumbled forward. Without vision, he could only rely on hearing to determine his position. Then he heard a heavier footstep and an angry roar.

Strong, very strong, this would have been a fight of equal strength, but Jason couldn't see now, so he was knocked out directly.

Albert King, Jason remembered that he had seen this name in the information of the Bat Base. He was a very strong man and showed obvious clown-like violent tendencies.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice again. It was Nightwing screaming, bones broken, bloody and blurred.

Jason shouted and rushed over, but he couldn't see anything. When a strong wind came, he dodged by instinct, seized the opportunity, and punched the attacker in the face.

Then a surge of rage surged in his heart, Jason held down the attacker tightly, punch after punch, one bone broke, then another.

But Albert's voice was still smiling.

"Just like that, recalling what you have experienced..."

Jason fell off Albert's body, and he suddenly found that he had no strength. He tried to use his waist muscles to straighten his body and stand up. When he wanted to use his arms, he only felt unspeakable pain.

The completely broken bones were inserted into the flesh, and his arm was almost crushed, but it was the injury caused by the blunt instrument, so it was still hanging on his body.

"People always say that the body has a strong ability to recover, but there is a situation - wrong recovery."

"When the flesh and blood want to heal, no matter what foreign matter is in it, the shattered bone fragments will be wrapped in the flesh, and as they gradually heal, they will become countless spikes in the flesh and blood."

"Without the support of bones, your arms will no longer have any function, but they will heal completely and become two ugly decorations, and become instruments of torture that bring pain."

In the dimness, Jason saw the two arms hanging on both sides of his body, like two weird tumors.

He used his only strength to run all the way upstairs, and saw Johnny in a white coat upstairs. He was the last person infected with the Joker virus to escape.

As expected, he heard Batman's muffled groan and the sound of heavy flesh falling down, and smelled a strong smell of blood.

Jason was no longer able to support his body, and Johnny's voice rang in his ears.

"The evolution of the human pelvis is very magical, which sacrifices the stability of quadrupedal support, but sometimes I can't help but wonder how to reverse this evolutionary miracle."

"This is actually not a difficult task. We only need some steel nails to make the body structure look more primitive."

Jason looked down and saw that the skin on his abdomen was completely cut open, revealing pale and yellow bones. The pelvis, hip bone and greater trochanter were nailed together in a weird way.

He found that he could manipulate his legs in the original way, but he was no longer walking upright, but on all fours like a beast, and every step forward brought unbearable pain.

But he still kept moving forward in the direction where he could hear the sound until he came to Batman's side.

Until he touched Batman's cold body.

"Uh..."

Jason woke up suddenly, and he sat up with his hands in a panic. He looked around blankly and found that he was still in the prison of the Batcave.

His eyes were dry from staying up late for a long time, and his arms, waist and legs were a little sore from the previous battle.

A nightmare, Jason thought, it was crazy.

Two seconds after waking up, the details were a little fuzzy. He also thought that it might be his physical discomfort that caused some of the plots in the nightmare, and he didn't know when the damn parasite would finish his work.

But the voices of those people always echoed in Jason's ears, as if there were some differences, and as if they were all blurred into the same voice.

Jason sat there and recalled those creepy words and the fear of empathizing with those tortures.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and Jason keenly heard the footsteps of Batman mixed in.

Wait, didn't he send the criminals to the Gotham Police Department?

Is Batman's departure also part of his dream? When did the dream start? Did Peter communicate with him?

Anyway, the two of them were going to come back to see him again, watching him stay in a cage like a prisoner, just like watching animals in a zoo.

"...It's really a bit tricky, but I have to leave for a while, I hope he can get professional treatment."

Jason heard that it was Batman who was talking, and he didn't expect him to talk so long.

"I agree to do this, we will cooperate as much as possible, the Bat Family will provide you with all the conditions you need, we just hope he can get better soon."

Jason heard that it was Nightwing who was talking, he instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but soon felt a little confused, he always felt that the topic discussed by the people outside the door was related to him.

"We can't leave him alone." Barbara's voice came again, "This is not good, right, Tim?"

"I don't know." Tim's voice also came, he said: "But since this doctor can cure Batman, then Jason can also..."

"I'm very sorry, doctor, but I hope all treatments are within the controllable range. He can only be carried out in the designated room. I will monitor the whole process. The Bat Family will not restrict your actions, but they have the obligation to ensure your safety and the safety of the entire treatment process."

"No problem." A strange voice appeared, Jason quickly pricked up his ears to listen, he heard the man say: "Due to special circumstances, I will not follow the patient confidentiality principle for the time being, you can fully understand the situation of psychological treatment."

"But you'd better find us a quieter and more comfortable residence. No psychologist can make people feel happy in prison, and during the treatment, I will move within a limited range."

"No problem... I will let Nightwing..."

The voice gradually weakened, and the anger in his heart overwhelmed other emotions. Jason got up from the ground, rushed to the railing, and grabbed the railing with both hands.

When the group walked in, Batman walked over first, looked at Jason's expression and said: "I hired a psychiatrist for you, he has a very high professional level, during the time I leave here to Washington, you have to cooperate with the treatment, Jason."

"What do you mean?! Do you think I'm sick?! I'm not as fragile as you think! Batman! Put away your useless sympathy!"

"Okay... Jason..."

Jason looked at Nightwing who was speaking and said: "Here it comes again, the tone that all of you are doing this for my good, only I am making trouble..."

Nightwing took two steps back helplessly, turned his head to look at Batman, as if waiting for his opinion, while Peter persuaded from an objective perspective: "It will take some time for the symbiote to recover from your physical injuries. During this time, you will often feel weak or painful."

"Anyway, you need to rest for a while. Living with a professional doctor is better than living with us, right?"

Peter shrugged and said, "Then you can only watch us go out freely. It will be even more unbearable if you want to move yourself."

"I don't think he should leave the Batcave." Barbara emphasized, "Do you expect him to be self-conscious? He will definitely go to eat cold drinks, fried chicken, three bags of potato chips a day, and go to the gym regardless of his injuries. We have to watch him..."

This is a sure win for Jason. He suddenly doesn't object to living alone.

At this time, a figure walked out from behind Batman, which was inconsistent with the style of the strange costumes of several people in the Batcave.

The man was wearing a well-tailored red-brown striped peaked lapel three-piece suit, with a blue pocket square folded into a flower pattern in his pocket.

When he walked out of the shadows and came to the front of the cage, Jason saw a pair of slightly distracted gray eyes.

"Hello, Jason."

The voice was low and the tone was soft, but the voice was too familiar.

Jason suddenly remembered something, hurriedly took two steps back, shrank into the depths of the cage, and stared at the figure in disbelief.

And the low voice came again.

"I said you would find me."

Unexpectedly! The dumplings in front are again!