Red Hood - Batman Under The

He pulled a pistol from his holster and pressed it to the Joker’s temple. The Joker began to giggle through the gag.

He pressed the detonator. But Batman was already moving. He didn’t go for Jason. He went for the Joker—not to save him, but to throw him through a window into the river below. The crate exploded, sending a shockwave that knocked Jason off his feet.

"You saved him," Jason whispered, blood dripping from his lip. "Again." batman under the red hood

The fight was savage. The Hood knew Batman’s moves—not just the counters, but the rhythm. He anticipated the Batarang flick, the cape feint, the grapple trajectory. He fought dirty, with knives and pistols, but there was a grace to it. A training Batman recognized.

"Look at him, Bruce," Jason said, gesturing to the Joker. "He hasn’t changed a bit. Still laughing. Still breathing. You want to know why I’m doing this? It’s not about the drugs or the territory. It’s about math." He pulled a pistol from his holster and

Then the Red Hood appeared.

"So I’m going to fix it," Jason continued. "I’m going to do what you should have done the first night. I’m going to end him. And then you and I are going to have a conversation about who really failed this city." But Batman was already moving

Batman stood in the smoke, his fists clenched. For a long moment, he didn’t move. The entire weight of his mission—the vow made over his parents’ graves, the endless night—hung in the balance.