I, the Comedy Bat

Chapter 25 I, the Comedy Bat

"Who are you?"

The man on stage pulled out a pistol and questioned him.

He was one of the high-ranking members of the Court of Owls, and he knew very well that the person in front of him was not the Laughing Bat they worshipped.

The people in the audience were merely peripheral members who knew very little about the details, so they mistakenly believed it to be true.

"Hehehe..."

Allen stretched out his arms, puffed out his black cloak, and loudly proclaimed, "I am the Comedy Bat."

who!?

Who is the comical bat?

For a moment, the wealthy crowd fell silent, realizing that all their joy had been for nothing more than blind happiness.

Where is the applause? Where are the flowers?

Allen was completely oblivious to the menacing glares directed at him.

boom!

boom!

Suddenly, two explosions were heard outside the hotel.

At the same time, the clock struck exactly 9:09.

Looking out the window, the iconic Twin Towers of Gotham City were ablaze on their 99th floor.

No one present found it strange at all, as if they had known beforehand.

"The ceremony begins; the gears of destiny are now in our hands."

The man holding the gun wore a satisfied smile, as if everything was going according to plan.

"Stop pretending."

Allen scoffed, "It's just about tricking Batman into drinking five special metals and then summoning the cute, white-stockinged, alcoholic boy Barbatos."

Cute white-stockinged alcoholic boy?

Don't you dare barge in, you idiot! We're summoning Barbatos, the god of bats.

"Who are you, and how do you know Barbatos's name?"

The man's eyes were gloomy, because only the high-ranking officials of the Court of Owls and their hidden allies knew about the summoning of Barbatos.

"Because I play Genshin Impact."

"..."

Bang!

Upon hearing the other man spouting irrelevant nonsense, the man did not hesitate to fire his gun.

Allen clenched his fist and said confidently, "In martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. Believe me or not, I've already caught the bullet."

The man was so embarrassed that three black lines appeared on his forehead.

The bullet clearly hit your shoulder, but it didn't penetrate and bounced off. The sparks were fleeting, and everyone saw it. So stop being so stubborn.

"I managed to fool you."

Allen said seriously, "I have no choice but to reveal my identity. I used to be Batman, I used to be Whiplash, and now I am the Comedy Bat. You will all be trembling and peeing in the shadow of comedy."

Suddenly, a white light flashed by, as swift as a fleeting moment.

Allen took a step back, and a dart was stuck in front of him.

Looking up at the source of the attack, a man shrouded in black armor, his headgear and mask shaped like an owl, stood out.

The attackers were warriors from the Claw Legion.

"May I ask which hero you are?"

Clearly, the Claw Warrior had no interest in talking to Allen and launched a surprise attack in a dive.

Bang!

Allen raised his foot and kicked him away.

The Claw Warrior rolled several times on the ground and then stopped moving.

Instantly, the guests on the battlefield scattered in panic and fled.

They were pampered rich people, and fear arose in their hearts at the sight of the fighting.

Amid the chaos, one Claw Warrior after another appeared.

How could an Owl Court gathering not include its elite protection team?

Allen raised his hands and said softly, "Left and Right, we're fighting side by side again. Aren't you excited?"

At this moment, a group of Claw Warriors attacked.

The max-level thief class grants Allen physical abilities sufficient to take on multiple enemies single-handedly.

In the blink of an eye, several shallow tears appeared on the bat suit.

Allen forced the enemy back, then retreated rapidly to create distance, lamenting, "My hilarious battle suit... I feel my humor level dropping like crazy."

As he spoke, he drew a soft sword from his tactical belt.

Even with a suit that could protect against bullets, it couldn't withstand the weapons of the Claw Warriors, so Allen naturally couldn't engage in close combat anymore.

The man with the gun, watching from the sidelines, said, "The Claw Legion is immortal, and their weapons are made of titanium. There is nothing in the world that can withstand them."

With a loud bang.

Clash of weapons.

Allen's soft sword broke, and even with the Shadow Blade skill, he was still no match for the Claw Warrior's weapon.

"Shit!"

After uttering those words, Allen vanished into the shadows.

With the Claw Legion injected with Dionysus Factor and Amber Gold Immortality Elixir, and equipped with beryllium metal, Allen had no choice but to retreat.

You can call Allen crazy, but you can never call him stupid.

"It seems they've escaped."

The man with the gun smiled faintly, thinking that the other party was overestimating themselves by going against the Court of Owls.

"Who said I left?"

Allen appeared silently behind him, grabbed him by the neck, and said smugly, "They are immortal, but you are not."

The man's face instantly showed terror, and he suddenly remembered that he was an ordinary person.

bang bang...

Allen punched him twice, landing hard on his eye sockets, giving him black eyes, then left a comment and jumped out of the window.

"Don't act all high and mighty next time you see me."

The man, clutching his eyes, lay on the ground in agony, shouting, "Capture him alive! I want to grind him to death with my own hands!"

The next moment, the Claw Warriors gave chase.

……

The Twin Towers exploded, and fire trucks rushed to the scene.

Meanwhile, the five young heroes, who were investigating without any clues, temporarily put aside their work and rushed to the accident site.

Fortunately, fire-fighting facilities were given great importance when the Twin Towers were first built. Teams of firefighters carried water hoses and worked for more than an hour to successfully extinguish the fire.

At that moment, on the rooftop of another building, Dick received internal police communications via a miniature radio.

"Nine charred bodies were found on the 99th floor of each of the two buildings. There were no signs of struggle when they died, so it was clear that they were burned alive while unconscious."

"Then it seems to be a premeditated act. The same ninety-ninth floor, the same number of deaths, it can't be as simple as a coincidence."

"But the question is, who would be so bored as to commit a meaningless murder?"

The five young heroes were completely bewildered.

When they hunt down criminals, at least the criminals have a motive.

What benefits can this explosion bring?

The pursuit of pure killing is somewhat irrational.

"What if it wasn't done by criminals, but by cultists?" Damian said.

The four of them looked at Damian simultaneously, hoping to know more.

"I saw information about evil rituals in my father's collection of books. Ninety-nine floors plus nine people make three nines, which, when flipped over, are three sixes, symbolizing a dark mark."

Damian added thoughtfully, "The story takes place in the Twin Towers; doesn't it look like a giant door from a distance?"

"Therefore, cultists may be trying to open the door to another world through rituals, or they may be trying to establish communication with it."

Upon hearing Damian's description, they fell silent for a moment.

Even with special abilities, one can still find a weakness to defeat criminals.

When you encounter someone who's superstitious, you're really helpless.

Bruce's research into the occult was entirely based on his experiences in Silent Hill.

Originally a materialist, after witnessing the Devil's Child and the female ghost Sadako, he couldn't help but believe in them. So he collected many books on mysticism to study, lest he be completely clueless when encountering such enemies.

I also had the opportunity to consult with Zha Kang on many mystical questions.

Unfortunately, Bruce can't learn magic; he's purely a physical warrior.

(End of this chapter)