I Join the Bat Family

Chapter 19 I Join the Bat Family

Damian Wayne, the fifth Robin and son of Batman.

That arrogant, disdainful gaze merely glanced at Allen.

With her father being Batman, her mother a high-ranking member of the League of Assassins, and her maternal grandfather a ninja master, she has everything she needs – money, connections, and the right to be arrogant.

Bruce was a little unsure how to introduce Allen's identity, after all, he had once been a member of the League of Assassins.

"Rice, I'm your father."

Given Allen's personality, how could he tolerate a brat showing off?

"What?"

Damian roared, "I'll give you a chance to apologize."

Perhaps due to growing up in the League of Assassins, Damian's thinking was very extreme in his youth. If it weren't for Bruce watching over him, he probably would have killed all the criminals in Gotham.

If they all died, Batman would be out of a job.

Besides, how could Bruce bear to see the Joker, with whom he had a love-hate relationship, die?

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Talia if she's ever been completely honest with me," Allen said with a sly smile.

That night, Allen went on a rampage, stripping the two sisters of their clothes, then putting them on himself and singing and dancing all night long, having an incredibly enjoyable time.

"You're despicable! You're not allowed to insult my mother!"

Talia held the highest position in Damian's heart, and he immediately attacked in anger.

Damian, calm down.

At this point, Bruce's words had already been ignored.

Damian, disregarding everything, threw a punch at Allen, determined to teach the loose-tongued guy a lesson.

"Rice, since you refuse to acknowledge me, why must father and son kill each other?"

Allen easily dodged, chattering on with a smug look on his face.

Under verbal provocation, Damian completely lost his mind.

Bruce, who was watching from the sidelines, knew he couldn't persuade his son, so he thought he would teach him a lesson so that his reckless nature would not cause him great trouble in the future.

As for the issue of Damian's bloodline, there is no doubt about it.

Putting aside the possibility of using scientific methods to test genes, the timing of Allen's disappearance doesn't match when Talia was pregnant; there's at least a year and a half of gaps.

puff.

Damian fell flat on his back.

Using his speed advantage, Allen easily tripped him, not forgetting to taunt, "Who taught you your lousy skills? You didn't even touch my clothes."

Unwilling to admit defeat, Damian got up and fought again, fully demonstrating that he wouldn't give up until he hit a wall.

"Sir, who is he?"

One figure after another descended onto the rooftop.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Batgirl all watched as Allen toyed with Damian.

"Bruce, you've secretly built up the Bat-family."

Allen shouted excitedly, "I, Batman, want to join too! I can join under the name of Whiplash Man!"

The Bat Family!

Bruce thought it sounded nice and immediately named it after the Bat Family.

"Of course we welcome them, but they will test us first."

Bruce gave his adopted sons and disciples a signal, instructing them to gang up on Allen.

For a moment, the five men surrounded Allen, while Bruce watched from the sidelines.

Immediately, Allen cried out that it was unfair: "Three against five, is this bullying the weak?"

"Aren't you alone?" the bat girl asked, puzzled.

Allen raised his hands: "My ex-girlfriend is on the left, and my current girlfriend is on the right."

"superior!"

At this point, even if they were slow to react, they would realize that this person had a serious mental illness.

The five of them launched an attack together, and even Bruce would have chosen to temporarily avoid their attack.

Thud! Smash! Bang! Ah! Ouch!

The members of the Bat Family, feared by Gotham City's criminals, were all lying on the ground in agony after just one encounter.

"I didn't even use any force, and you're all lying down," Allen said smugly. "It wasn't challenging at all."

This whole thing has made Bruce lose face.

He had expected Allen to win too easily, and at least suffer a bit.

As a result, all the underlings lay down so easily.

To be honest, if Batman weren't the main character in the comics, he would have died a hundred or eighty times over. The idea of ​​him going head-to-head with Superman and going toe-to-toe is just unrealistic.

With Allen's level 120 thief class attribute bonuses, he doesn't even need to use skills to fight a few mortals.

"I want to test your skills."

Bruce adopted a serious stance, clearly eager to gauge the opponent's strength.

"Okay, since I'm the one who spoils you."

At this moment, Allen dropped his cheeky act and drew the sword he was carrying.

Seeing this, the five young heroes held their breath and watched intently, eagerly anticipating whether their revered master could defeat this person.

In an instant, the two moved simultaneously.

In a flash, two figures passed each other in the darkness.

Silence reigns as we await the outcome.

One move decides the outcome.

"Father, the ears on your head!" Damian cried out in shock.

"ear?"

Bruce raised his hands in confusion and touched the pointed bat ears on the mask.

empty!

I could only feel two holes; I could reach my scalp with my fingers.

hiss…

The mask and helmet are made of high-tech composite materials. A rifle might not be able to penetrate them even if it fires close to the helmet. They are high-end products with a single component costing up to 100,000 US dollars.

If that sword had been a fraction lower, slicing right across his neck...

Bruce dared not think any further, feeling a chill on his neck.

"Yes, my ear is here."

Allen turned around and made a "V" sign, with bat ears on two of his fingers.

The outcome is decided.

The Bat Family suffered a complete defeat.

"Bat, are we on the same team now?"

"Calculate."

He has no reason to refuse now; the other party won fair and square.

Furthermore, with such a powerful ally, it's a sure-fire deal either way.

Tonight's operation to eliminate evil and persecute criminals has been cancelled.

The five main characters all have some injuries, and they don't have two bat ears anymore. If criminals see them looking like this, it would be an indelible stain.

Allen wasn't about to stop. He walked straight up to Damian and asked, "Do you want to learn a skill? Call me Daddy, and I'll teach you."

Damian rolled his eyes and turned his head away, secretly regretting that he couldn't beat him, otherwise he really wanted to punch him twice in the mouth.

"I don't have much on me, so this is a small gift for you."

Allen handed Damian a paper-wrapped hamburger.

He could tell from Allen's sincere eyes that he wouldn't give up easily if he didn't accept it.

Moreover, Damian had never eaten a hamburger. The thought that his father, Bruce, had always taught him through words and he had never experienced normal fatherly love made him wish he had an ordinary father, even if he was just an average one.

From as far back as I can remember, training and learning make up the majority of my memories.

Damian's stubborn expression masked his inner turmoil.

He took the hamburger, unwrapped it, and started taking big bites.

Although I hate to admit it, the burger was really delicious.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?"

Allen grinned, his gums showing, and said smugly, "This is food I got from the Wayne Avenue relief station. I've been keeping it close to my body and under my armpits to keep it warm since noon."

Relief food!?

From noon until now!?

Providing close-fitting underarm warmth!?

Pfft... ugh...

Damian bent over, and a brilliant rainbow poured from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)