Batman Under The Red Hood Link

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.

Batman’s hand went to his belt. "Put the gun down, Jason." batman under the red hood

The warehouse. The same rusted beams, the same shattered windows overlooking the Gotham River. But this time, the Joker was tied to a chair in the center, gagged, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and delight. And standing over him was the Red Hood, who removed his helmet for the first time. Batman stood in the smoke, his fists clenched

"Or what? You’ll hit me? You’ll send me to Arkham? You won’t kill me, Bruce. That’s your whole problem. You have one rule, and it’s a suicide pact. You’d let the Joker murder a thousand people before you’d put a bullet in his head. That’s not justice. That’s cowardice." Batman’s hand went to his belt

Batman remembered every detail: the crowbar, the warehouse, the explosion that turned a fifteen-year-old boy’s laughter into silence. He had stood in the ashes, holding a shredded uniform, and made a vow. No more Robins. The pain was too sharp a tool to give to a child.

"You chose him. Next time, I won’t give you a choice."