There is a legit reason why Jason
does what he does,
If one man wasn't willing to kill the bad guy and put a end to them, then someone else would have to do it it's self.
It never effected him, or hit him that he was killing people, in his own eyes he was a hero, to the rest of Gotham, he's just like them...A killer.
The rain washed away the blood on his hands and his brown leather jacket, picking up his knife he walked away from the dark area under the train bridge, he left the body hugged against the walls with blood spilling from his mouths.
Once he had returned to his bike, he drove off, back to his little apartment in the gutter, that's all he could afford.
He removed his jacket the then his black t-shirt showing the massive bruises and Cuts across his chest. He groaned heading towards the Bathroom,
Flicking on the dim light he picked up his rag.
Wetting the rag with hot water he cleaned the cut across his chest he got from a hunting knife, He growled after he finished cleaning the whole thing.
Once he was fully undressed he took a shower.
Meanwhile
Detective Lawrence was at the 'Murder' sight, she used her flashlight looking around, "Flawlessly done." She praised, in a British accent, Gordan then said, "We're always so close but we never make it in time."
Lawrence Rolled her eyes flicking off her light, "He's on us, Gordon....He learned our every move, which was to be suspected." She retorted, "We need to think ahead of Redhood, I want that man in prisons cells and see who this lunatic is."
Gordon swallowed hard, He nodded to what Detective Lawrence was saying, she nodded back walking away.
Jason was patching his self up listening to the Cops radio for the next possible crime...
