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And yet—he stepped off the roof into the dark.

Because Hood was wrong about one thing. Batman had never had a free minute. Every choice was a chain. Every rescue a repayment of a debt that could never be paid.

“That’s my point.” Hood holstered the gun. “You choose . You had your free minute in an alley when you were twelve. You chose the cowl. I had mine in a grave. I chose the hood.” He backed toward the fire escape. “We’re not different, Bruce. We’re just free in different directions.” batman under the red hood free

He dropped out of sight.

Batman’s jaw tightened.

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

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. And yet—he stepped off the roof into the dark

Batman didn’t move.