DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 165: Allen's Treatment for the Batman Who Laughs

Arkham Fortress.

"Unita Sun Sun, transmit Protocol One to the Batcave and allocate a lab for analysis."

"Understood, Commander."

Allen looked at the Batman Who Laughs, strapped to a metal frame.

"Mmph mmph mmph…"

The Batman Who Laughs had a prop gag stuffed in his mouth, letting out muffled whimpers as if he were trying to speak.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely cure you."

With a reassuring look in his eyes, Allen strode confidently into the laboratory.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team gathered around the Batman Who Laughs, clicking their tongues in disbelief at the sheer horror of this version of Batman.

"I feel like he's copying me, but I don't have any proof."

Arthur gave him a look of utter disdain.

The Batman Who Laughs made him deeply uncomfortable—utterly chaotic, a being who destroyed purely for destruction's sake.

"Nanaue thinks he's mimicking Master."

Nanaue tilted his head as he reached out and removed the metal eye visor from the Batman Who Laughs's face. Bloodshot eyes, bursting with madness, stared back at him.

"That's too creepy."

Nanaue quickly put the visor back on.

"We mentioned the Dark Multiverse earlier… so does that mean there are countless parallel worlds besides our own?" Morbius mused aloud.

Among those present, he was the most academically accomplished—he wasn't called "Doctor Night" for nothing.

"In Atlantean science, there is a theory of the multiverse. But the energy required to open a portal is beyond imagination."

Former King Orm, educated from birth in royal knowledge, could just barely follow Morbius' train of thought.

The rest of the team looked completely lost.

They hadn't even fully grasped the universe they were in—how could they care about others?

Before long, Allen returned holding a syringe.

"Boss… isn't that needle a bit… big?"

Edward was stunned. The syringe looked more like a knitting needle—maybe something for elephants.

"I was afraid the dosage wouldn't be enough, so I went with extra-large."

Allen proudly held up the arm-thick syringe. "Let me tell you—back in the day, I was an alchemist. You know the super-soldier serum Cap used? Mine is the improved version. So, developing an emotion-based virus? Totally reasonable."

He gave the syringe a shake.

Immediately, the multicolored liquids inside began swirling and mixing, glowing faintly with fluorescent light.

It didn't look like any legitimate biological concoction.

And the fact that it had been made in just fifteen minutes raised even more doubts.

"Boss… are you sure that stuff works?"

Morbius asked skeptically. As an expert in the biological field, and someone whose own powers came from a rare bat-derived serum, he could tell just by looking that something was off.

Typically, serums were either clear or lightly tinted. This… this was so dense and colorful it looked radioactive.

"It's a party, bro."

Allen said proudly, "I used to work on a redemption serum for mental illnesses—so I have experience. I call this one the Seven-Color Sleepless Shot."

"What's the deal with that name?" Arthur played along and asked.

"Great question."

Allen positioned the syringe and began his explanation. "As the name suggests, the recipient will develop seven new personalities, each taking turns to control the body, non-stop for seven days."

"Everyone lend a hand—pull his pants down. It's best to inject in the butt."

The Batman Who Laughs struggled furiously, but he was no match for the strength of several burly men. At that moment, the prop gag dropped from his mouth.

"Don't do anything rash! What kind of personalities are we talking about?!"

He was starting to panic.

He'd initially thought the treatment might involve enhancing certain emotions to suppress his madness.

But now it seemed Allen intended to overwrite his core personality with entirely new ones—a completely unexpected approach.

Allen replied solemnly, "You're no longer worthy of being Batman."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the needle plunged in.

"All of it, right in there… hehehe…"

Allen grinned wickedly, gleeful with excitement. The syringe contained at least two liters of serum, and with increasing pressure from his hand, the personality serum slowly began to enter the Batman Who Laughs's body.

"Ow ow ow ow…"

"Stop! That's way too much!"

"Maybe do it in multiple injections instead!"

"…"

The manic expression on the Batman Who Laughs's face noticeably faded. His tone was no longer the same arrogant, deranged drawl.

"It has to be a one-time injection—only then can the new personalities form completely. Wanna know what kinds of personalities?"

Allen smirked mischievously.

"What kinds?"

The Batman Who Laughs asked reflexively.

"Not telling. You'll find out for yourself."

Allen pressed down harder on the plunger.

As more of the serum was injected, the Batman Who Laughs's rear started to become visibly lopsided.

Pop—

Allen withdrew the syringe.

The Batman Who Laughs collapsed onto the table, lying limp with a dead-inside expression. He looked like he'd just been trampled by a squad of muscular men.

"Is he dead?" Nick asked.

Though he had the power of the god Set and could sense souls, the Batman Who Laughs came from the antimatter universe—he couldn't detect anything.

"He won't die. Give it a minute—he'll be back to life and kicking."

Allen waved it off, full of confidence.

Suddenly, the Batman Who Laughs sat up, holding his chest and curling into himself as he glared at the group. He burst into tears, crying out in shame and fury:

"You beasts! How could you do this to me?!"

"…"

A hulking muscleman acting all dainty and emotional sent a shiver down everyone's spine. Their gazes collectively shifted toward Allen, filled with silent accusation.

Sure enough, the man was nuts—he'd accidentally created a female personality. Everyone felt nauseated.

"This isn't right. I designed only positive male personalities—I just wanted another helper."

Allen rubbed his chin, scrutinizing the Batman Who Laughs to figure out where it went wrong.

"You haven't tormented me enough?! What are you planning now, you lunatic? I swear—I'd rather die than let you violate me again!"

Tears streamed down the Batman Who Laughs's face, filled with tragic determination like a virtuous woman defending her chastity.

"Ah, shut up!"

"Snap out of it!"

Allen was visibly disgusted. Without hesitation, he delivered a righteous beatdown.

The Batman Who Laughs sobbed harder, crying like a shattered porcelain doll.

"Damn it, I get it now."

Allen finally came to a conclusion and said seriously, "He's from the antimatter universe—so anything from the positive-matter universe has the opposite effect, becoming warped and twisted."

"That actually makes sense," Morbius nodded in agreement.

In the positive and antimatter universes, rules evolved in completely opposite ways—so naturally, outcomes would differ drastically.

But what kinds of seven female personalities had emerged in the Batman Who Laughs's body?

"Can't you inject him with another serum to correct it?" Orm asked.

"Too late."

Allen sighed. "I was worried he'd escape and reverse-engineer the formula, so I made it irreversible on purpose."

"…"

Moreover, Allen had crafted three extra personality serums for the Laughing Robins.

He'd run out of raw materials, so there was no way to produce a cure.

"So what do we do with them now?"

Russell looked at the now-flirtatiously demure Batman Who Laughs with undisguised disgust.

If they really had to keep him at Arkham Fortress, Russell would be the first to quit the Midnight Bruisers—this was just too gross.

"Easy. We hand him over to the Justice League."

Allen didn't want to look at the Batman Who Laughs either. Naturally, he wasn't about to admit this was his biggest blunder yet.

"Commander, there's an incoming comms signal from the Batcave."

"Patch it through."

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