When you open your eyes, you will see a turbid sky.

Consciousness gradually returns to the body, and the lost reason also begins to return.

My head was buzzing, as if I had been hit hard by something.

I tried hard to recall my previous experience, but found that it seemed like a ball of paste and could not recall it.

Stand up and look around blankly.

A desolate, corrupt and old city is like a huge garbage dump.

The rotten smell almost made him want to vomit.

This is a small alley filled with garbage and debris.

Hide in the corner of the city and wait quietly for corruption to die.

"who I am?"

He Nannan said to himself.

"Jason? Is this name? Yes, I remember this vaguely, this should be my name."

The young man with fluffy and messy hair, severe mental damage, messy memory, and unconsciousness recalled his name.

He knocked his head hard, trying to remind himself of more things.

Memory flashes back to a clip.

He was tied to a chair in a secret room with a hood on his head, and his vision was dark.

He shouted helplessly, "Is anyone? Please... please help me?"

The fragments are fragmented and incomplete, and this memory disappears as soon as it appears.

Next is the next clip.

He lay in a pool of blood and shouted loudly, "No, don't do this again, please don't treat her like this again, she is innocent, please."

"For God's sake, do it on me, hurry up!"

Jason's head hurts more and more, and the memory clips disappear like TV snowflakes, and instantly disappear without a trace.

"Is that me?"

Is it me who was tied to a dark room with a headband on his head?

Jason fell into doubt.

Without long doubts, the memory returned to his mind.

This time he finally recalled more things, and he was 100% sure that the person tied to the chair was himself.

Because the hood of the person tied to the chair was uncovered, revealing his blood-filled face.

That face is myself!

Uncovering the hood was a clown with oil paint on his face, his green hair was like a dangerous chemical, exuding a strange smell.

The purple long windbreaker and pants, green tie, dark leather shoes, and his pale face make people feel uncomfortable.

The clown quietly put his head close to Jason's ears with his hands on his back, "Batman won't come to save you, Jason."

Jason struggled in panic and told the clown, as if he was telling himself, "No, he will definitely come!"

The clown showed a sad but serious expression, "It's been six months since Jason, it's time to face reality."

"screw you!"

The clown seemed very satisfied with Jason's reaction, let out a creeping laugh, and patted his shoulder hard, "It's this kind of spirit. You're really like an old bat, but this won't give you any benefits!"

"Why didn't you kill me directly?" Jason gritted his teeth and jumped these words from his mouth.

The clown felt like he was chatting with an old friend, and his palm touched his pale cheeks, touching Jason's shoulders, allowing him to support his body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I won't kill you, at least not yet. You are my partner now. Think about it, you and me, go out on the street, provoke a fight, and let the weak not fight back, we are like a pair of unbreakable and energetic two heroes."

The clown licked his lips and added, "Like the old bat and his new follower, look, your Batman forgets you, he has a new boy."

As if he was afraid that Jason would not believe it, he took out a photo and handed it to Jason. This was a photo of Batman and the third generation Robin - Tim Drake.

"No..." Jason's tone was crying.

The clown looked at the photo carefully and seemed to find his favorite baby, "You really think so? So Batman is not here? Strange, that pointed ear is always very active."

The clown enjoyed Jason's collapse, but his expression seemed to have a hint of pity, "I don't want to show you that photo, I really don't want to, but that's the only way to stop."

He walked to Jason, turned a crowbar from his sleeve like a trick, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and made a golf move.

Using the crowbar as a golf club, he pointed to Jason in a certain direction, "I know that's hurtful, but sometimes cruelty is a kind of kindness."

Bang!

The clown suddenly threw the crowbar on Jason's chest and slid him back with the chair.

......

Jason finally remembered one thing, that is his name - Jason Todd!

That guy, the guy named Joker, is still alive, and his memory tells him!

And he also remembered his purpose - killing Batman!

Because of love, Jason was filled with hatred for Batman who abandoned himself and regarded him as his father since childhood. It was not because he abandoned himself, but because he allowed the clown to live!

His mental memory was seriously damaged. After Jason Todd, who had crawled out of the dead grave, determined his goal, his confused gaze became clear in an instant.

He walked out of the alley, grabbed a passerby and asked, "Where is this place?"

Passers-by looked at the vicious Jason and swallowed, "Brooklyn... Brooklyn Sunset Park."

Jason, whose memory was damaged, did not notice the difference between New York and Gotham, and continued to ask innocent passers-by: "Where is Batman?"

"I...I don't know, but I have a newspaper here, and I just seemed to see a report from Batman, for you, man, don't hurt me, I can give you the money in my pocket."

"Save it for yourself to spend it!"

Jason let go of the passerby and snatched the newspaper from his hand.

The title of the first edition suddenly came into his eyes - "The motherland once again came forward to subdue the Middle East super terrorists and delivered an inspiring speech!"

"Motherlander?"

Jason looked at the close-up of the Feitian of the Motherlander on the home page of the newspaper, frowned slightly, "I remember that his dress and characteristics seem to be called Superman, why is he called Motherlander?"

Jason can't tell the difference between Gotham and New York now, and even forgot about Superman.

I guess I don’t even remember Batman’s real name now!

Shaking his head, suppressing the doubts in his heart, and continuing to look at the second edition.

The second edition of the news is about the gangster fires and incidents on Kenny Street, Manhattan, which are likely to be related to Batman.

"Triangles, Kenny Street, Iron Tiger, Batman!"

After Jason repeatedly recited these words several times, he tore the newspaper to pieces!

"Very good, Batman, prepare to welcome the rage of the reborn Revenge ghost!"

Even if Jason was resurrected from the dead, he still couldn't change his second-tier junior high school in his heart.
Chapter completed!