American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 75 Bat is in danger again

"I can't walk anymore."

Lillian, the Poison Ivy, squatted by the roadside, looking at Allen with a frustrated expression.

In the middle of the night, they kidnapped her from Arkham Asylum and walked her into the city.

To understand why Arkham is located in the suburbs, dozens of kilometers away from the city, walking there would be exhausting.

There's no way a car could possibly pass by at night.

"Little Green, one cannot be pretentious. To accomplish a criminal career, one must first suffer mental anguish, physical hardship, hunger, and deprivation, and have one's actions disrupted, so as to strengthen one's resolve and increase one's abilities. Oh yeah!" Allen made a cheering gesture.

"..."

Lillian was bewildered and confused. She couldn't understand classical Chinese at all and said in distress, "I don't want to commit a crime. I'm not mentally ill."

"You make it sound like I'm crazy," Allen said dismissively.

"As expected, mentally ill people won't admit they're sick," Lillian sighed.

Allen retorted seriously, "What does my mental problem have to do with my brain?"

"..."

Without brains, where does the spirit come from?

Forget it, I'm tired. There's no point in explaining to a mentally ill person. Lillian simply lay down on the spot, gazing up at Gotham's usual overcast night sky, as dark and deep as Batman's cape.

Allen lay on his side next to Lillian, one hand supporting the back of his head, the other on his hip, one leg crossed over the other, and said softly, "Mengmeng, stand up, you can do it, Mengmeng."

Who is Mengmeng?

Lillian asked resentfully, "What do you want to do?"

"Mengmeng is a pony," Allen replied earnestly.

That's not the question I asked.

Lillian was so angry that she frantically grabbed at her hair, turning her long red hair into a messy bird's nest. She angrily blew her hair out of her face, clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"He even claimed he wasn't sick, yet his emotions were so unstable. After Dr. Allen diagnosed him with bipolar disorder."

Allen raised his hands, asking for treatment options for Little Left and Little Right.

"Nurse Xiaoyou, do you mean to use soothing therapy?"

"Nurse Xiao Zuo, you suggested half an hour of physical therapy."

Allen nodded in agreement and said, "A half-hour treatment may not be enough to achieve the desired effect; it should start at least in an hour."

"What are you going to do?"

Lillian was so frightened that she quickly got up and moved several meters away.

After being beaten for an hour, he was barely recognizable as a human.

"Never mind, I'll treat you another day. The reason I asked you to come out of seclusion this time is to help concoct a potion to reverse vampires."

Allen stroked his chin and said cheekily, "I hope you can develop a drug that can transform people into succubi and save Gotham City."

"Are you crazy?"

Lillian was furious and refused, saying, "I'm a botanist, not a biologist. How could I possibly develop a biological reversal drug?"

clack.

Allen took out a lighter and lit it, saying calmly, "I'm easy to talk to, and I never force anyone. You shouldn't feel pressured, right?"

Suddenly, Lillian remembered the Joker who had become withdrawn in Arkham Asylum.

His head was covered in shocking charred scars; just thinking about it would make my scalp tingle.

She was very pleased with and cherished her red hair, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose it.

"As a Gotham resident, how can it be considered a stretch to do my part for Gotham?" Lillian's expression changed instantly, and she said very enthusiastically, "Let's go, I can't wait to help others."

Allen gave him an admiring look: "I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Just then, a car drove up from a distance.

"Prepare to hijack the car."

Allen leaped into the roadside ditch like a toad, reminding him, "Pretend to hail a taxi, and when it stops, I'll rob the driver."

"..."

This person's mental state is too unstable.

One second he's righteously determined to save Gotham, the next he's proposing to rob someone's car. He's constantly oscillating between heaven and hell; he's a person of both good and bad character.

What could Lillian do? She was now in their hands, and might actually get a beating.

With a helpless expression, he could only raise his hand and give a thumbs-up to indicate that he wanted to hail a taxi.

The roar of engines grew louder as they approached, their blinding lights making it impossible to open one's eyes.

*Sizzle*

With a sudden stop, a black off-road armored vehicle came to a halt in the middle of the road.

Allen immediately jumped out of the ditch and shouted, "Rob the soles of your feet, check for three moles."

The car door opened, and Damian cast a puzzled look at him.

"So it's one of our own." Allen said with a disappointed look, "You can leave now, I won't rob someone I know anymore."

"Get in the car, something's really tricky, I need your help."

Because vampires are too dangerous, Bruce was worried about Damian, so he arranged for him to provide support from the outside.

As expected, Bruce and Eric rushed to the eleventh floor of the Starlight Building, only to find it was indeed a trap set for them.

The only outside help we can get right now is Allen, so we sent a message to Damian to bring him over.

"Bat is such a worry."

Allen said helplessly, "It's because I spoil him."

Once in the car, Damian made a U-turn and headed straight for Gotham City.

"Set up a laboratory, and let Xiao Lü help research the antidote."

Allen will never forget Poison Ivy.

She is a professional with the ability to control plants, and she is more than capable of handling miscellaneous tasks.

"I'll take you to your destination first, then I'll take her to the secret laboratory," Damian replied.

The meticulous Bruce has more than one temporary base, which not only facilitates daily equipment replenishment but also reflects the immense wealth of Gotham's richest man.

Bases like laboratories are naturally indispensable, specifically for detoxifying toxins and preparing antidotes.

……

Starlight Building.

It is not a particularly eye-catching building among the many high-rise buildings in Gotham City.

The registration information indicates that it belongs to a pharmaceutical company.

At this moment, Bruce, panting heavily, looked at the enemy before him.

As soon as he and Eric entered the building, they were attacked by vampires and the Claw Legion. After a fierce battle, the two were separated.

"Batman, ha..."

The burly vampire sneered, "I want to take off your mask myself and see what you look like."

If you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much.

Bruce threw the batarang first.

When facing vampires, you definitely need to do your homework beforehand, since you can't treat them like ordinary people.

Underestimating your opponent often comes at a heavy price.

The Court of Owls and the vampires are not to be underestimated. The Claws deliberately pitted themselves against Blade, while the vampires targeted Batman, thus creating an advantage due to the information gap.

The batarang transformed into a sharp, silvery ray.

The burly vampire tilted his head slightly, deftly dodging the sneak attack.

"Is that all you've got?"

The burly vampire sneered, "Remember the man who killed you, Kenster."

In an instant, Kenster moved like a shadow.

Bruce's eyes narrowed, sensing something was wrong, and a silver-white blade popped out from his wrist guard.

This vampire is clearly different from ordinary vampires; it possesses special abilities, such as speed as the wind, which is something that normal physical abilities cannot achieve.

puff…

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the skin.

(End of this chapter)