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The phone on Finch's computer desk suddenly rang.

He was a little surprised. You must know that basically no one would call the landline here, and he was the only one who dialed out.

Finch picked up the phone, and the voice over there made him even more strange.

It was The Machine calling.

Words spliced ​​​​in the voices of various men, women, and children came from the other end of the phone, and Finch immediately took a pen to write down the information.

This is very wrong, TheMachine will never just call outside payphones and give them the number.

He hung up the phone, took the note to the bookshelf, and took out all the corresponding books based on the information on it.

Arrange the books in order, and you will get a string of social security numbers.

Finch entered the social security number into his screening system, and finally the person who jumped out of the computer made him stand up from his seat in shock.

"OMG..." he couldn't help muttering.

The photo displayed on the computer screen was exactly Grace.

Finch pursed his lips and immediately started calling Grace.

No matter how many calls he made, no one answered there.

It was so strange that Grace had been here this morning.

Finch knew that no one would pick up the call if he kept calling, so he immediately called Riise.

"Mr. Reaser, we have a new number." He said anxiously.

Riise on the other end of the phone heard something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a new number?"

"But the new number is Ms. Louisa, and I can't get through to her."

"What?" Reese was taken aback by his words.

"Mr. Reese, please go to Ms. Louisa's residence immediately, and I will notify Ms. Xiao."

"I'm leaving now."

Finch hung up and started making a second call right away.

What the hell happened...!

*****

Jason ran away from home.

Bruce looked at the messy Batcave and sighed with a headache.

He rubbed his temples, walked to the super computer, picked up the paper documents and scanned them, then put the paper aside and started to check the computer.

Jason was so smart that he even deleted his search history to avoid him.

Bruce had to spend time restoring Jason's deleted records.

He looked at the information displayed on the screen, it was a woman's record.

Combined with these paper materials, he probably knew what Jason was looking for.

"Master Bruce, I found this on Master Jason's bed." Alfred walked over holding a box.

Bruce finished the box, looked at the contents, and knew he had guessed right.

"He went to find his biological mother." Bruce rubbed his brows, his tone revealing helplessness.

During this period, perhaps because he spent a lot of time on the pre-supposition of Justice League, he divided Jason's attention less.

There was always some estrangement and conflict between Jason and him, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

Jason is a very good Robin, this is undeniable, but his character is more aggressive, which is caused by his early years wandering the streets of Gotham.

Bruce had said that to him many times, but Jason hadn't been able to correct it much.

In recent days, I don't know why some of Jason's behaviors have become more and more excessive.

Just the day before yesterday, he nearly threw a jewelry thief to his death.

For this reason, Jason had a fierce fight with Bruce, thinking that they deserved it.

Now Bruce knew the reason for his emotional instability.

Because Jason knew that the parents he thought were not his real parents.

Coupled with the conflict with Bruce, he went out impulsively to find his biological parents.

"Master Jason...is it alright?" Alfred frowned, looking very worried.

"He's not young anymore," Bruce said in a deep voice, "He has the ability to protect himself, and he also chose to act without authorization."

"But……"

Bruce glanced at the woman's location—Ethiopia.

"I'll be there tomorrow, and I'll give him a day." He estimated that Jason probably didn't want to see him now.

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the master did not give up on Jason in a fit of anger.

After all, the situation when the two quarreled these days was really too intense.

Suddenly, an incoming call was displayed on the supercomputer - Director Gordon.

Bruce pressed the answer button.

"what happened?"

"Batman, the Joker has escaped!"

*****

is blood.

It should be blood.

Grace saw Bruce lying in a pool of blood.

He was wearing shabby clothes, his whole body was drenched by the rain, his hair stuck to his forehead, his face was pale, and his abdomen was still gushing blood.

"No no no no!"

She rushed over, covering the wound on Bruce's stomach with her hands.

In that instant, her hands were covered with blood.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep, don't..." She panicked.

Why is this happening?

What caused all this now?

She took off her clothes, tore them into strips, and tied them to Bruce's wound.

But it was of no use, and his blood still couldn't be stopped.

Grace held his hand in a panic, it was very cold, as if there was no temperature.

"It's so hot...!" She touched Bruce's forehead, which was as hot as a flame.

"No, wake up," Grace's hands were shaking in panic, "Don't leave me..."

Suddenly, she couldn't feel Bruce's heartbeat.

Grace touched his wrist, but there was no heartbeat, she immediately reached out to touch his neck, still no.

She lay down on Bruce's chest, still unable to hear what she wanted to hear.

"Poor boy, will you come with me?"

Someone's voice suddenly appeared behind him, familiar and kind.

Grace turned her head and looked over, and there was Ivan standing there.

"You're going to be my best on-air prop, aren't you?"

The man smiled softly and rubbed her head.

Grace raised her hand and slapped his hand away.

"No!" she roared.

*****

"No!"

Grace opened her eyes suddenly, but was stimulated by the light and closed them again.

Not only her forehead, but even the clothes behind her were wet.

Panting heavily, she gradually opened her eyes. After getting familiar with the light, she was finally able to see the surrounding situation clearly.

There is no Bruce who fell in a pool of blood back then, and there is no Ivan who wanted to take her away.

Was she just... dreaming?

Grace raised her head and just wanted to move her arms, but found that she was firmly tied to a chair.

Her mind was already working, and she knew what was happening to her.

Who is that man with the twisted clown face?

She wanted to struggle hard, but found that she couldn't even use her hands.

Is it because she was injected with drugs, or the effect of the poison gas she inhaled has not faded?

"You're awake!" A voice full of surprise.

Grace turned her head and looked over, the man with the clown face was looking at her excitedly.

He dragged a chair and walked towards her, his voice was annoyingly loud.

"Hello, Dear!" The man made a gesture right at her.

Grace looked at him indifferently, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh!" The man raised his face immediately, as if he just remembered this question, "This is really rude, you can call me a clown."

What a fitting name.

"You don't need to introduce yourself, of course I know you, our lovely Lady Grace Louisa."

The clown stood up and came over, grabbed Grace's hair and pulled it back, causing her head to hang up.

"Hmm..." He looked at it carefully for a while, then let go of Grace again.

"It seems to be nothing special. How did that bat value you?"

Grace didn't make any sound the whole time, even though the clown just tore her scalp, the pain was unimaginable.

She closed her eyes and realized who the man in front of her was.

She had also been seriously investigating Gotham when she reunited with Bruce a long time ago.

I know there is a man named Joker who is old enemy with Batman.

I also know that Bruce has already arrested this person in a mental hospital called Arkham.

This man is a complete lunatic.

"You know what? I just heard that Batman went to Washington to catch a criminal and came back."

Regardless of the expression on Grace's face, the clown began to speak on his own.

"Out of curiosity, I went to Washington to look for that criminal, at this moment!" He suddenly raised his voice.

"I got more interesting news from that man's mouth."

The clown held his chin, smiling strangely and frighteningly.

"How interesting Batman has a new sidekick."

"Ah, but," the clown curled his lips with dissatisfaction, "but that criminal is too boring."

"You are my new pleasure, not his."

"But it would be a pity if he was unhappy, so I helped him."

"Then he died laughing hahahahaha!"

The clown patted his thigh and laughed wildly, as if he really thought this was a very pleasant thing.

He laughed for a while, then gradually quieted down.

"Why are you so serious?" He stared at Grace.

Grace didn't answer him at all, but just looked back with indifferent eyes.

"It's boring." The clown complained in a low voice.

"Grace, besides being a SEAL, is there anything special about you?"

He seemed to be asking her sincerely.

"Oh yes, in order to prevent you from moving around, I gave you some medicine." The clown looked at her apologetically.

"Come on! Tell me about your relationship with Batman?"

The clown looked at her expectantly.

Grace remained motionless, not saying a word.

The clown looked at her disappointedly and said, "You are so boring."

He walked behind her, brushed her long hair that fell on her shoulders, and took out a needle from the inner pocket of the suit.

"I'm so sorry, but I feel..."

He plunged the needle into Grace's neck so hard that she twitched.

"You'll be much more honest this way."

Grace knew it was Veritaserum before her mind went hazy.

The author has something to say: That's right, Brother Tong's plot is going to be published too hehe (x

I continue to run away with the lid on the pot (slip