The Death of Allen? ? ?

Chapter 92 The Death of Allen? ? ?

Oliver walked over slowly.

Allen immediately stood in front of Arthur, showing a protective attitude towards his own.

At the same time, Arthur obediently curled up, as if afraid of being beaten again.

"Stop your outrageous behavior and don't cause any more harm to my Robin the Clown," Allen said angrily.

Oliver stopped in his tracks, realizing it was a blatant act, but he was already in deep trouble.

Normally, Arthur's bank robberies and gang shootouts don't harm ordinary people; at most, he often causes trouble for Batman. Strictly speaking, he's not exactly unforgivable.

This time, he genuinely saved the lives of millions of Gotham citizens, and Oliver decided to apologize and make amends regardless.

At least in this incident, the Joker is a hero.

Allen chose Arthur as Robin because he knew the Joker's name was Arthur.

If it were Jack, Jerome, or Jerome, they would have sent him to his death on the spot.

Arthur is a clown who wouldn't lay a hand on the weak, and for that reason alone, Allen allowed him to live.

"The Joker, yes..."

"Stop!"

Before Oliver could even open his mouth, Allen immediately corrected him, "He's Robin the Clown."

"..."

Damian, standing nearby, had a strange expression on his face. He had already guessed that the last argument had led Allen to hire three criminals as Robins, and he felt as disgusted as if he had eaten shit.

From then on, the name Robin became a derogatory term.

"Robin the Clown, I sincerely apologize for what I just did, and I hope you can forgive me."

Oliver is flexible and has a very upright moral compass; a hot-tempered hero would probably have become an anti-hero.

"Waaaaah... Hehehehe..."

Arthur wanted to pretend to cry, but his innate laughing disorder wouldn't allow it.

Allen, hands on his hips, looked just like a haggling auntie at a market, and said aggressively, "Look at how you beat him up, he's not even able to cry or laugh. He's not very bright to begin with, and you're still bullying him. Don't you have any sympathy?"

How the hell can you blame me for this?

Batman (Bruce) beat him even harder, but he didn't cry or laugh.

Oliver wanted to argue, but knowing Allen's personality, he figured he wouldn't be easily fooled, so he bluntly asked, "Is ten million enough?"

"So what if you're rich? Besides money, what else can you and Ah Bat be? What else can you be?"

Allen sneered, but his body obediently extended his hand.

"I don't have a check on me, I'll bring it later."

Oliver retreated to the sidelines, becoming withdrawn. After going out to save the world and losing ten million dollars, he couldn't help but wonder if he should continue being a hero.

Allen kicked Arthur and urged, "Stop pretending, you can't even fake it properly."

"Hehehe... Boss, how do we divide ten million? It seems much easier than robbing a bank." Arthur got up excitedly, his face, swollen like a pig's head, full of smiles.

"What's there to divide? We're saving the money for QQ's presidential campaign later," Allen said, rolling his eyes.

Penguin is devastated.

They actually let him run for president.

The question's name is getting weirder and weirder. It used to be called QQ Pet, but now it's just shortened to QQ.

Allen walked straight up to Bruce and said triumphantly, "Bat, it's your turn."

"What's wrong with me?"

Bruce's worst fears came true.

This guy is coming straight for me.

"Your feigned innocence feels like something a stranger to me."

Allen clutched his chest, heartbroken, and said sadly, "Back then, they abandoned me and wouldn't let me play with them. Can you imagine how much damage that would do to the psyche of someone with a mental illness?"

"No, you can't. You're only thinking about Gotham."

As he spoke, Allen said in a sinister tone, "So, I'm going to take Gotham from you, and then make you unemployed, hehehehe..."

Thank you so much!

Bruce laughed at this way of retaliating.

"You see, you couldn't save Gotham, it was our comedy troupe who settled things."

Allen's expression was one of pure smugness.

Bruce couldn't help but say, "Allen, thank you for everything you've done."

"Stop with the pleasantries, just compliment me on my looks," Allen said dismissively.

"Um... you're really handsome."

Bruce felt much better after comparing his treatment to that of Oliver, the rich second-generation next to him, and praising him for saving ten million.

"Rice."

Allen then approached Damian and boasted, "I now have three Robins. How about joining the comedy troupe?"

snort!

Damian turned his head away haughtily, not wanting to pay any attention to the madman.

Then, Allen walked up to Eric, glanced at him, and said listlessly, "Never mind, we're not the same species."

"..."

Blade's personality is serious and he didn't pay any attention to Allen's words and actions.

I really want to sing a song.

Allen walked to the edge of the rooftop and sang loudly towards the bustling Gotham City.

After being invaded by the vampire virus, various government departments are now carrying out rescue work, making the usually quiet Gotham nights bustling with activity.

"How lonely it is to be invincible... how empty it is to be invincible..."

While he was singing, he felt someone tap his shoulder. Allen shook his body and said impatiently, "Let me finish singing."

As a result, the slapping sensation became increasingly intense.

Tsk…

Upon turning around, Allen wisely shut up.

Everyone on their side stood ready, watching the Claw Warriors that had quietly appeared on the other side.

The vampire problem was solved, but the troubles of the Court of Owls remained.

The Claw Warriors split into two lines, and a terrifying-looking creature shrouded in a black robe emerged from the stairwell.

It was surrounded by wisps of dark aura, and four fangs were exposed on its upper and lower jaws.

Owl Priest!

Barbatos, the bat god, bestowed upon them dark powers, and the aura emanating from the owl priest instilled deep fear in all who beheld him.

"Batman, obey your destiny and complete your destined ending."

His words left everyone scratching their heads.

After all, Allen knew the full picture of the major events, and even Bruce himself was skeptical.

"The matter is settled, please settle the bill."

The death knell speaks at an inopportune time.

He was a mercenary by nature and had no interest in understanding so-called destiny. Besides, he didn't believe in destiny at all.

boom!

He raised his hand and unleashed a beam of dark energy.

The owl priest's unsportsmanlike sneak attack sent the death knell flying to the side.

If it weren't for his special metal armor, he might have been completely destroyed on the spot.

"You lowly ant, you should be grateful that you were able to accomplish such a great feat for the great Barbatos," the owl priest said emotionlessly.

This scene sent chills down everyone's spines.

We were all fighting hand-to-hand with cold weapons, what's the point of you using magic to blast people like that?

"Brother, we're on the same side."

Suddenly, Allen raised his hand and decisively chose to defect: "We were on the same side before. In fact, I've been working undercover among them all along."

boom!

The Priestess of the Owls raised her hand and unleashed another beam of energy, blasting Allen off the rooftop and sending him plummeting straight down the building.

The Court of Owls had witnessed Allen's two-faced behavior and naturally could no longer believe his lies.

However, there was an inexplicable sense of exhilaration in my heart when I saw Allen being blasted to pieces.

(End of this chapter)