DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 160: Gotham's Rising Star—Midnight Bruisers

"Commissioner Gordon, could you please share any details about the case?"

Outside the museum, a reporter from Gotham TV pressed forward urgently, nearly jamming the microphone into Gordon's face in her eagerness to get a scoop.

"No comment."

Gordon replied with a stony expression. He had no patience for pushy reporters who clung to the "right to know" like flies buzzing endlessly, digging for answers, or even deliberately guiding narratives to stir public opinion.

"I get it, I get it."

Just then, Midnight Bruisers and the Comedy Troupe appeared before the reporters, instantly drawing all attention their way.

They had walked out of the museum completely unharmed—clearly privy to what had gone on inside, unlike the others who were either escorted out under guard or carried out on stretchers.

"Sir, may I ask your name?"

The beautiful reporter smiled, already mentally preparing a polished line of questioning to maximize audience impact.

Before she could continue, Allen snatched the microphone and thrust his face into the camera lens, full of enthusiasm.

"Good evening, wholesome citizens of Gotham! I am the superhero 'Comedic Bat,' the guy who's been standing on your rooftop while you're sleeping. I lead not one, but two elite teams—Midnight Bruisers and the Comedy Troupe—dedicated to protecting every lonely night in this city. Working night shifts can be hard on the body, so if you're feeling the heat, come cool off at the Riddle Penguin Funhouse. For the next three days, sign up for a membership and get 20% off—we promise value, excitement, and a truly unique experience!"

"Please give me back my microphone."

The reporter tugged on the mic, trying to reclaim it, but Allen wouldn't let go.

Having sneaked in a plug for his side business, Allen got back on track.

"I'm sure everyone's eager to hear some explosive news, and who better than Comedic Bat to deliver the exclusive scoop? Come on, follow along!"

He motioned for the cameraman to keep up, then walked straight over to the Talon Priest. With a flourish, he yanked back the hood to reveal a horrifying, twisted face.

"Take a look, everyone. These humanoid creatures live underground. They kidnapped Gotham's elite and tried to use their influence to destroy the entire city. Thankfully, under my brilliant leadership, Midnight Bruisers and the Comedy Troupe stopped a catastrophe."

The Talon Priest barked something in an unintelligible language.

Allen didn't have the patience for that. He raised a fist and punched him.

"Speak English!"

"You're all doomed! Batman has already fulfilled his ultimate destiny!"

"Hi-yah!"

Without hesitation, Allen launched a swift kick at the raving priest and waved to the officers.

"Take him away. Interrogate him thoroughly."

The police hauled the Talon Priest to the transport van.

Meanwhile, Allen turned back to the camera and clarified, "As always, Comedic Bat is humble and approachable. What you just saw was purely a righteous act against villainy. Did you feel the justice in that?"

The cameraman wisely nodded the camera up and down—he didn't want to get kicked.

Just then, four Gotham elites were escorted out. They ran toward the cameras, shouting wildly.

"Help us! We're not crazy! It's all a conspiracy!"

"That guy's insane! He's not a hero—don't believe him!"

"I'm a sane man! He wants to lock us in Arkham!"

Allen reached over and pulled the camera toward him with a pained expression.

"See what I mean? These non-human Talon Priests drove Gotham's elites to the brink of madness. Luckily, we rescued them in time. Otherwise, they'd have become mind-controlled puppets, causing irreversible damage to the city."

"They've secretly been creating Talon assassins from the corpses of the dead. It's a vile desecration."

"Those guys in leather? Assassins from the League of Assassins, who committed crimes against humanity—all for money!"

He laid out the full identities of the villains and dropped bombshell after bombshell.

Normally, the police would keep these things under wraps, fearing public panic.

But now, with Allen hogging the spotlight, the beautiful reporter wisely stepped aside. She didn't need to lift a finger—and she was already considering a long-term partnership.

"Here comes the big boss of the League of Assassins. Let's get an interview."

Allen shoved the mic in front of Ra's al-Ghul's face.

"As the leader of the League of Assassins—also known as the 'Ninja Master'—Ra's al-Ghul, do you feel even a hint of remorse for the atrocities you've committed?"

"Allen! I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!" Ra's roared in fury.

Even shackled hand and foot, he still tried to lunge at Allen.

But the Wayne Enterprises-brand shock cuffs instantly activated.

A jolt of electricity sent Ra's al-Ghul straight to the ground, teeth clenched in pain.

"You all saw that, right? How violent. How terrifying."

Allen sneered, laying on the sarcasm thick.

"The ninja profession originated in the Land of Chrysanthemums—a country infamous for crimes against humanity. This guy calls himself a 'Ninja Master'? That tells you everything about his dark little heart. If he weren't so old, I'd have summoned my inner sea cucumber, raised my golden right leg, and hit him with a spinning roundhouse that would've knocked him into a 'Yoshi!' You think I'm joking?"

Back home, viewers weren't even paying attention to the fire at Wayne Tower anymore. They were all switching channels to watch the live broadcast.

Watching Allen's animated commentary and vivid storytelling on-screen, they were totally hooked.

Usually, they kept their distance from criminals. But seeing them up close in such pathetic states? It was downright cathartic.

This guy might be dressed like Batman, but his quirky, humorous style felt way more relatable.

Overnight, the buzz around Comedic Bat completely overshadowed the fearsome reputation of the real Batman.

Meanwhile, all four Robins were being interviewed by different news outlets.

One reporter nervously approached Nanaue.

"C-could I interview you for a moment?"

"Hi!"

Nanaue raised his four-fingered hand and waved at the camera.

Then he began to introduce himself: "Nanaue is Shark Robin of the Comedy Troupe. Nanaue is Comedic Bat's pet. Nanaue likes pink female dolphins. Nanaue likes chips…"

Meanwhile, Joker Arthur, Riddler Edward, and Penguin Cobblepot practically forced their way into interviews.

"If that camera doesn't point at me, I'll be pointing this at you! Hee hee hee…"

The Federal TV cameraman immediately focused the lens on Arthur.

No one wanted to call Joker's bluff—he was dead serious, and gambling with your life wasn't worth it.

"Mr. Joker, is there anything you'd like to say?"

The terrified reporter blanked out, unable to think of a question, just praying Arthur would speak so the interview could end quickly.

"Correction: I'm now Joker Robin—a hero with the Comedy Troupe protecting Gotham."

Arthur raised an eyebrow—though the mask sadly covered the gesture—and continued, full of passion.

"Comedic Bat said things that changed my life. Now, I serve time at Arkham during the day, and protect Gotham at night."

His eyes deepened with emotion as he spoke with a tone of admiration:

"He said I don't hate—I just have a twisted kind of love."

"He said everyone in Gotham is a Joker."

"He said, you are emotional Jokers, life's Jokers, workplace Jokers."

"He said the Court of Owls and vampires are trying to kill all the Jokers."

"He asked, 'Can I just sit back and watch the ones I love get wiped out?'"

"He said, 'No. I can't. I am your guiding light, your Clown King.'"

"That's why I stood up. Because I am your Joker Robin."

"Hee hee hee…"

…

Cobblepot stood tall and declared proudly, "Edward and I are no longer criminals. We're legit businessmen. Surely you've heard of the Riddle Penguin Funhouse?"

"What? You haven't?!"

Edward jumped in: "Memorize this—999 Washington Street. Open 24/7. Premium service guaranteed. First-time customers get 50% off. Don't miss out!"

…

Arthur spread the Joker's gospel, and many viewers found themselves moved, even starting to understand and accept him.

Meanwhile, Edward and Cobblepot shamelessly advertised their business. The Riddle Penguin Funhouse was about to see a massive surge in traffic.

As for the adorably dumb Nanaue, he won over a solid fan base of his own.

At last, Allen walked over to the four members of Midnight Bruisers, preparing to give them a grand introduction.

After all, superheroes need to eat too—and going commercial? What's wrong with that?

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