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Lightning split the sky. For a moment, the helmet’s lenses glowed red.

Batman knelt on a rooftop edge, cape pooling like black oil. Below, a deal was going down in the abandoned fish market: The Hood’s men trading stolen medical supplies for two kilos of plastique. Batman had stopped three such deals this week. But he wasn’t here to stop this one. batman under the red hood free

Batman moved. Not at Hood—past him. A Batarang sliced the rope holding a suspended pallet of explosives, dropping it into a closed dumpster just as a spark from a gangster’s cigarette would have caught it. Lightning split the sky

“The shipment,” Hood continued. “The plastique. The ‘free’ medical supplies stolen from a corrupt distributor. You see? That word means something to me.” He tapped his chest. “ Free . As in, not controlled. Not bent into a shape that breaks the first time Gotham sneezes.” Below, a deal was going down in the

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 .”

A voice crackled through the rain. “You’re late. Or early. Honestly, I can never tell with you.”