Physical Recruitment of Robin the Clown

Chapter 84 Physical Recruitment of Robin the Clown

"Allen, it's been a long time."

The pink symbiote removed its undergarment, revealing the shape of Carter.

"I do not approve of your marriage."

Immediately, Allen frowned and said seriously, "Symbiotes reproduce asexually. You are both parasitized by symbiotes. This is an incestuous relationship. It is not allowed, absolutely not allowed."

The symbiotic relationship, which is different from a blood relationship, made Steve and Carter roll their eyes.

Besides, they already have grandchildren, what can you do about it?

"I've never even tried an illicit relationship; that's too much."

Alan's angry expression gradually turned into jealousy.

Holy crap, so that's where my anger came from.

He's really a sixth man.

"I'm hanging up, we have things to do."

The video ends.

The existence of Arkham Fortress makes perfect sense.

Having established a presence in the quantum realm beforehand, Steve undoubtedly possesses a wealth of advanced technology. Furthermore, by attracting talent from the multiverse, building a technologically advanced fortress base would be a piece of cake.

At this moment, Allen looked at Edward and Cobblestone with an expression that was so smug and twisted it was almost unbearable.

"Hehehe..."

Upon hearing the infiltration's laughter, the two immediately sensed something was wrong.

They're coming for them.

Allen, with a hand on one of the men's shoulders, said in a sinister tone, "You guys heard things you shouldn't have heard. What am I going to do with you now? Hehehe..."

"I didn't hear it, I'm actually deaf." Edward shook his head frantically.

"I'm a penguin, how could I possibly understand human language?" Cobblestone looked down at the tip of his nose, pretending to be a blank-minded penguin.

"This is putting me in a difficult position," Allen cried out. "Unita Sensen, is there a device that can completely obliterate someone's remains?"

"Reporting back to the Commander, there is a degradation liquid in the warehouse area that can corrode even steel," Unita said with a smile.

Electronic bitches, they're really vicious.

Allen nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad, not bad. I will not allow anyone to threaten Old Man Deng, so please go and die."

Steve's conquest of the multiverse is such a bombshell that it inevitably poses a danger to the current Captain America.

If the enemies of the multiverse knew that Steve was a symbiote illusion, they might fill the skies with alien warships the next day to kill Captain America Steve and thus prevent the illusion from being born.

"Allen!"

Edward grabbed his leg and shamelessly said, "The first time I lost to you, I was deeply impressed by your personal charm. Actually, I've always wanted to be your henchman, but I was too insecure and afraid of being rejected by you. Now that I'm about to die, I can only say what's on my mind."

Meanwhile, Edward kept giving Cobbler meaningful glances, and the latter immediately understood. He grabbed Allen's other leg and said, "Last time in the warehouse, your stunning beauty and unparalleled wisdom made me want to submit. Please accept my respect."

"I'm not as good as you all say."

Allen blushed with embarrassment, but said confidently, "Intelligence is secondary; as for appearance, I'm quite self-aware."

"Do you know why I don't pee during the day? I either hold it in until night, or I pee in my pants?" Allen asked, grinning.

"Why?" Edward asked cooperatively.

"I'm afraid that if I take a piss and see my reflection, I'll be so handsome I'll faint."

"..."

How can you say such things? Have you no shame?

Of course, he couldn't say what he really thought. Cobb flattered him, "Boss, you're really smart. You solved such a difficult problem perfectly. If it were me, I would just put a garbage bag over my face."

"You're a bit lacking in intelligence. You can't always carry a trash bag when you're out and about. The correct thing to do is to put your underwear over your head."

Allen smiled mysteriously and said smugly, "But I don't wear underwear."

"..."

So here's the question: how do you prevent hygiene problems associated with Allen's habit of hiding things in his butt crack?

The answer is that he wore a pair of pants under his hospital gown to hide something from others, so he wore an extra pair of pants to cover it up.

"Since you admire me so much, I'll reluctantly accept you as my underlings."

Allen pulled a black ballpoint pen from under his arm.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Edward asked nervously.

"Put on some makeup, don't worry."

Before long, Allen drew black eye patches around their eyes and said with great satisfaction, "From now on, you are Riddle Robin and Penguin Robin, my right and left hands, the Comedy Bat."

The Riddler and the Penguin exchanged a wronged look, then burst out laughing at each other's expressions.

Their peers will definitely laugh at them for the rest of their lives if they see this.

This is so damn embarrassing.

"Penguin Robin, I have high expectations for you. I will devise a plan to run for president. Riddle Robin, you will be my running mate. When that happens, we will take control of America and make the world grovel at our feet."

Allen spoke with great emotion, his left hand clenched tightly, like a supervillain envisioning an evil plan.

Boss, we don't want this, please don't do this.

They were already struggling to survive in Gotham, they never imagined they'd bring disaster to America.

One Batman can't handle it all, let alone a whole bunch of superheroes outside. If an anti-hero suddenly appears, they might really kill him.

"Two Robins aren't enough. The Batman Who Laughs always appears with three of them. I need to find another one."

Alan, his mind racing, asked, "Where is Arthur?"

"He's in Blackgate Prison," Cobblestone replied.

When Bruce invested in upgrading security at Blackgate Prison last time, the Joker Arthur was temporarily housed at Arkham Asylum, but has now been transferred back to his special prison cell.

……

A lonely moon hangs high in the sky.

In Gotham City, it's rare to have a clear night where you can see the moon.

The area usually has a dark, British feel, with overcast or rainy days that create a very oppressive atmosphere. It's no wonder that criminals are so prevalent there.

The city is sick, which has driven its citizens mad.

"Hehehe... Waaaaah..."

Arthur the Clown stared at the iron bars, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing wildly, his hands constantly scratching the scabs on his head until they were bloody and mangled, but he wouldn't stop.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

Arthur roared in anger, his mind filled with thoughts of how to kill Allen; his hatred for Allen far exceeded that for Bruce.

Once upon a time, he was the king of Gotham's underworld, always appearing in public as a respectable man in a suit and tie.

Now, with his head scalded and covered in scabs, those few sparse green hairs look particularly ironic.

Are you going to kill me?

Allen hung upside down in front of the iron bars, looking at Arthur, who was in a state of extreme mental collapse.

"I'm going to kill you."

Arthur jumped up, trying to hook his hands over the iron bars outside the window, but the position was more than three meters high, far beyond his reach.

Allen cut through the iron bars and nimbly leaped into the cell.

"The deeper the hatred, the deeper the love."

Allen knocks the Joker down with one punch, while simultaneously offering both physical and emotional support.

"You don't hate, you love in a twisted way."

"In Gotham City, everyone is a clown."

"They are clowns of emotions, clowns of life, clowns of work."

"Now the owls and vampires are going to kill all the clowns."

"Can you just leave the clowns you love so much to do alone?"

"You can't. You are their guiding light, you are the king of clowns."

"And you are my Robin the Clown."

……

(End of this chapter)