Hood tilted his head. “No one you see gets hurt. There’s a difference, old man.” He stepped closer, boots silent on gravel. “But that’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re here because of free .”
He was waiting for him .
Batman’s jaw tightened.
“I executed four monsters who walked out of Blackgate because a judge got paid off.” Hood’s voice hardened. “You call that killing. I call it freeing the next kid they would have trafficked.”
Below, chaos. Hood’s men scattered. The deal shattered. batman under the red hood free
But the word free echoed in his skull like a bell rung in an empty church.
“You killed four people last week,” Batman said. Hood tilted his head
The rain over Gotham never fell clean. It always carried something—ash, grease, or the faint iron taste of old violence.