DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 154 – Allen, You Don't Want the Child to Grow Up Without a Mother, Do You

Hearing the chatter among her subordinates, Talia felt utterly humiliated and retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. That night, nothing happened. There's no way there could be a child."

Oh...

That night.

She just confessed without meaning to.

The assassins of the League became even more convinced that there was some unspeakable secret between their leader and Allen.

"How is that impossible?"

Allen shouted, "You, me, and Nyssa—we all bared everything to each other!"

Ooh...

Stripped bare, and with sisters no less.

Tsk tsk... Looks like he's not the only one who got burned. No wonder Green Arrow insists on wearing that gaudy green—it's a silent protest against the trauma.

Clearly, birds of a feather flock together. The two sisters really know how to have a good time.

Now all the assassins were giving Talia odd looks.

Hmph... So this is what our leader is really like.

"Silence!"

Talia barked furiously, "Kill him!"

"You're cruel. Wicked woman."

Allen pulled over his bicycle and stood by the roadside, holding his Battleaxe Steak™ aloft the whole time.

The next second, a barrage of arrows came flying in. But Allen effortlessly weaved through them, dodging with uncanny precision as if he had a sixth sense for danger.

It was his incredible perception at work—he could predict where every threat would come from.

Suddenly, numerous figures launched into the air, weapons drawn, initiating a coordinated strike.

Thud thud thud...

"Eeyah!"

Before the assassins could land, Allen intercepted first, delivering chaotic, sweeping kicks that sent them flying. He maintained a high-kick stance and grinned smugly, "Shaolin Mighty Vajra Legs—come, challenge me."

Boom!

A burly man wearing a skull mask and covered in IV tubes stepped forward.

"You must be Bane, the King of Toxins."

Allen looked the nearly two-meter-tall Bane up and down and teased, "So, did Talia really have Batman's kid, and that's why you broke his back in jealousy?"

"Courting death."

With a roar, Bane charged. But Allen's nimble body danced away from every attack.

In a direct confrontation, the chemically enhanced Bane was a terrifying opponent—reportedly strong enough to lift a truck with both hands.

On top of that, the venom coursing through the tubes on his back could spike his adrenaline, doubling his combat power for a short time.

His muscles swelled and writhed as the dark green venom surged through the tubes and into his body. Clearly, Bane was going all-out to kill Allen—provoked beyond reason by his words.

Everyone in the League knew Bane had long harbored feelings for Talia.

Too bad it was always a one-sided crush.

Thus, his nickname: Simp King Bane.

"Looks like we won't need to step in. Leader Bane can handle him alone."

"Yeah, Bane once went to Gotham looking for trouble with Batman. Supposedly broke the guy's back."

"Some say that's fake. Batman still won in the end."

"I heard from a backchannel it was actually Azrael pretending to be Batman."

"You can't trust backchannels. I prefer believing in the real Batman."

...

As the leaders clashed, the assassins watched from the sidelines.

They had complete faith in Bane's power.

But then, Allen flipped mid-air, snatched a fallen assassin's blade, and twisted around behind Bane in one fluid motion.

The blade slashed down.

It sliced the venom tube clean off.

For anyone else, the venom was pure poison. Now it sprayed wildly from the ruptured hose.

"Argh..."

Bane instantly weakened. He panicked, turning his head to look behind him and fumbling to reach his back.

Problem was, his bulging muscles made it impossible to reach that far. His arms couldn't bend back that far, and his oversized neck muscles made even turning his head a struggle.

"My venom's leaking—argh...!"

Allen just watched Bane's panic with cold eyes. There was no need to strike again.

Bane's biggest weakness was his venom supply. Once that was breached, he was just a musclebound weakling.

Thud!

He collapsed like a sack of bricks.

Allen turned to the assassins and solemnly declared, "See that? Relying on drugs for gains just gives you useless show muscles. Looks good, but does nothing."

"Kill him!"

All at once, the assassins surged forward.

But Allen held back from fatal strikes out of consideration for his past with the League.

Instead, he focused on dealing heavy injuries—more efficient and less troublesome.

It wasn't out of mercy.

The League came all the way here—just sending them home with injuries was trouble enough. If he killed them, they'd need to send more just to retrieve the corpses. That wastes everyone's time.

Bringing them back to Gotham? Then someone would have to babysit them while they recovered.

Disgusting, right?

And if he did kill them, would a bunch of professional assassins suddenly be afraid?

More likely, they'd come back for revenge—crazier than ever.

Moments later, the street was littered with moaning assassins.

"How is he so strong?"

Talia's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

She recalled Allen's old days in the League—he used to get beat black and blue.

Sure, he'd grown stronger somehow, but it was supposed to be within reason.

Now it was clear—he wasn't even human anymore.

Allen reached for his waist and suddenly remembered he hadn't brought his gear. His old grappling hook was still sitting back at Arkham Asylum.

Then he looked up at Talia standing on the rooftop—and noticed the swords scattered on the ground.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

He picked up the swords one by one and threw them into the wall, forming a slanted ladder.

"Coming up!"

Talia tried to run, but it was already too late.

Allen stepped on the sword hilts like stairs and zipped up to the rooftop in seconds.

"Allen, listen—I can explain. We were just messing around. It was like last time, no harm meant," Talia blurted anxiously.

"Do I look like a fool to you?"

Allen stepped closer, still holding his Battleaxe Steak™—completely clean and protected throughout the whole fight.

Talia panicked. She remembered last time when this lunatic stripped her bare.

This time, in broad daylight?

Streaking in public would be the end of her dignity.

Desperate, she made a decision Bruce would never forgive.

"Allen, you don't want the child to grow up without a mother, do you?"

The rooftop fell into total silence.

Allen froze in place.

Even the wounded assassins on the street below stopped groaning—holding their breath, entranced by the sudden family drama.

But something felt off—Allen wasn't looking at her.

He seemed to be staring past her.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Talia's chest.

She slowly turned around...

Standing there was a young boy in combat armor, stunned silent.

It was her son—Damian.

Clang!

His short staff dropped to the ground as if struck by lightning. He'd heard everything.

"Mother... is he really my father?"

His voice trembled as he asked, clearly unable to believe this lunatic could be his biological dad.

"No, no... it's not like that..."

Talia was flustered. "Damian, listen to me—it's not what you think."

Allen butted in with a smirk, "The child's still young. Give him time to accept reality. What matters is that the family's together."

"Shut the hell up!"