Speaking Up for Robin the Clown

Chapter 91 Speaking Up for Robin the Clown

Gotham, shrouded in bloodshed, gradually returned to its former tranquility after a torrential downpour.

The citizens infected with the vampire virus, who had been greedily sucking the blood of innocent people, found their eyes regaining their calm as the cold rain lashed their faces.

Rainwater flows underground along the city's pipe system, while billowing steam rises from the street drains.

The fog, like clouds, resembled a veil draped over the surface of the sinful city, concealing the darkness and evil within the bustling concrete jungle.

Bruce, busy with rescue efforts, paused his journey and looked around at the citizens who had recovered, even noticing that the bite marks on their necks were healing.

"Could it be Allen?"

The only thing he could think of in this sudden turn of events was that it was orchestrated by Allen.

Although Gotham is often shrouded in clouds, it is not the rainy season now.

The sudden downpour was likely caused by the rockets that had been exploding in the clouds.

Allen walked over to Eric and looked down at him, saying, "Wake up, the floor is dirty."

At this moment, Eric felt completely powerless and couldn't even muster the strength to lift a finger.

"oh!"

Allen suddenly realized, "You must be overworking your kidneys. Try Shenbao tablets. It will benefit you and everyone."

Eric was too lazy to argue; he just wanted to sleep and recover his energy. He felt like he would die if he said another word.

"Don't be afraid, with Dr. Allen here, I guarantee you'll regain your former glory."

At this moment, Allen had already taken out a vial and retreated several meters.

"What do you want?"

Eric watched as Allen pointed a thumbs-up at a vial of medicine in his other hand.

Sometimes, when someone gives you a thumbs-up, it doesn't necessarily mean they're praising you; they might just be aiming at you.

puff!

Ok…

"Oh yeah, hit."

Allen threw the potion, hitting Eric squarely in the buttocks. Eric let out a muffled groan, caught completely off guard.

Instantly, it felt as if chicken blood had been injected into every part of his body, and his whole body stood up straight.

Eric immediately sprang to his feet and straightened up.

call……

"I'm fully recharged!"

As he spoke, hot breath came out of Eric's mouth and nose.

Allen's eyes widened, his mouth forming a W shape in shock, and he stubbornly said, "Even with the advantage of racial talent, I still have a slight edge."

He was strong-willed and never admitted defeat.

"well?!"

Eric looked down and was somewhat alarmed to find that a tent had already been set up.

"What did you inject me with?"

"Kidney tonic, you're getting a great deal."

"...!"

Are you sick?!

How am I supposed to face people now?

Eric angrily stated that he had always lived a solitary life, always walking on thin ice, and that all his friends were men. How could he possibly resolve this? Should he just bang his head against a wall?

Clang...

Allen smashed the glass and tossed out a sentence: "I'm leaving now, eh...

The next moment, the phantom disappeared into the misty night sky.

"Don't go! What am I going to do? Ouch..."

As soon as he took a step, his tight leather pants tugged at his crotch.

……

Holding an umbrella, they patrolled the skies above Gotham, observing the Penguin and the Riddler.

Their posture was rather ambiguous, like a couple in a princess carry.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, then immediately looked away.

Rumors circulate that their relationship is ambiguous, a zero-one game that crosses the line of friendship, but these are all false. They are absolutely the best partners.

"I'm straight," Copport said guiltily.

Edward deliberately looked down at the city and replied softly, "Me too."

It's both innocent and ambiguous.

The atmosphere was so awkward it was as if the fragrance of photinia flowers filled the air.

"How about we find a rooftop to rest for a bit?"

"I'll listen to you."

puff…

Just as Copport was about to adjust the direction of his umbrella, a locking net came flying from afar.

If you're not careful, you'll be caught in the net.

Suddenly, the ropes retracted, successfully capturing the two individuals.

The Batfighter deactivated its stealth mode, the canopy opened, and Damian sneered, "Let's see where you run now."

Damian specifically brought his fighter jet to hunt them down.

The stealth technology used is not some advanced black technology, but a special coating that uses electrons to convert it into a mirror-like reflective surface. Therefore, it can only achieve stealth at night, and becomes a light source during the day.

Edward and Cobblestone were not worried at all.

They are heroes who saved Gotham City; Batman has no reason to arrest them.

Before long, they met up at a rooftop.

Bruce and his group were waiting for Allen to appear and explain.

After all, all three of his so-called Robins are here.

Eh...

A figure swayed as it approached from among the tall buildings.

Then, he landed in a kneeling position.

"A superhero is coming, shall we?" Allen asked, grinning.

"So cool!"

"The funny bat is so cool."

"You're so handsome I'm jealous."

The three Robins chimed in enthusiastically.

Allen raised his hand and said modestly, "Keep it low-key. You've already exposed my only advantage."

"Where are Eric's men?"

Blade was an outside helper brought in, so Bruce was naturally very concerned about his safety.

"Sacrificed."

Allen solemnly clenched his right fist against his heart and said, "Let us observe three minutes of silence in memory of the heroes."

Seeing Allen close his eyes and bow his head, Bruce and the other two exchanged glances and considered for a moment before choosing to do the same as a sign of respect.

Everyone who sacrifices their life in the fight against crime deserves our respect.

"What are you doing?"

Less than a minute later, Eric arrived, wearing loose trousers.

Looking at the group of people, their faces solemn with grief, one's first thought shouldn't be that they were mourning the innocent citizens of Gotham City who died tonight.

"It's haunted! Contact Constantine immediately; he's an expert in the funeral industry."

Allen darted to the side of the three Robins, and at the same time, he began to untie their hands.

"I'm so glad you're alright."

Bruce awkwardly stepped forward to greet him, not wanting to tell the truth that he was offering condolences.

"Thanks to Allen's help."

If Eric weren't so dark-skinned, you could see his face blushing like a car taillight.

On his way here, wanting to conceal his erect penis, he had no choice but to steal a pair of oversized jeans.

"What a tragedy."

Suddenly, Allen shouted angrily, cupping Arthur's disfigured face in his hands, and demanded, "Who? Who beat you up like this, my clown Robin?"

"I'm fine, I'm used to it." Arthur curled up into a ball, feigning grievance, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I will seek justice for you. We are heroes."

Allen said with grief and indignation, "That was too cruel! Look how badly they beat the child; he doesn't even recognize his own mother anymore. What a terrible thing to do!"

"Where is conscience? Where is justice? Where is fairness...?"

While Allen was speaking out in protest, Bruce and the others all turned their gazes toward Oliver, the person involved.

When they arrived, they saw Oliver riding a motorcycle and beating someone up.

The Joker Arthur never fought back.

"This... I... sigh..."

Oliver sighed helplessly.

This time, there's really no way to reason with them.

Who would have thought that a notorious criminal would suddenly start doing things to save the world?

(End of this chapter)