DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 166: Allen's Going to Solo the Ravager

"When are you planning to make your move, Allen?"

As soon as the video call connected, Oliver asked anxiously.

"I just finished a C-section. Thankfully, both mother and baby are fine."

As he spoke, Allen deliberately turned sideways to keep the frenzied and panicked Batman Who Laughs out of frame.

He had originally planned to ride the Batman Who Laughs to stir up trouble in the Dark Multiverse—but now, the game was over before it even began. Totally broken.

"The situation is critical. The Dark Knights couldn't find worthy opponents, so they've gone ahead and shown up in cities protected by heroes, announcing their takeover."

Oliver added, "The files you asked me to send to Iron Man have been delivered. He's making arrangements now."

"Don't worry. I'm about to make my entrance."

With that, Allen ended the call.

In the Batcave.

Oliver stared blankly at the now-black screen, starting to seriously question whether it was wise to trust a lunatic.

He then turned his eyes to the nearby monitors, all showing footage of cities once protected by heroes—now turned into playgrounds for the Dark Knights' destruction.

Metropolis, Superman's city.

Central City, protected by the Flash.

Evergreen City, Cyborg's domain.

Coastal City, home of Green Lantern.

As for Wonder Woman's Themyscira and Aquaman's Atlantis, there were no live feeds available. The former was shrouded in a divine barrier, and the latter was located beneath the sea.

Oliver's only consolation: his hometown, Star City, was still safe—at least for now.

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Boom!

Superman's body was sent crashing through a skyscraper, landing hard in a plaza—right beneath a statue of himself.

Chasing him came the Ravager, like a terrifying beast from nightmares.

His skin was hardened and covered in backward-facing barbs, looking like some demon that had crawled straight out of the abyss.

The citizens of Metropolis watched in horror as their once-mighty godlike protector struggled helplessly in battle. Panic swept the streets.

The Ravager hailed from Negative Universe One.

That universe had been annihilated by the Doomsday Virus—a catastrophe that began when Batman tried to kill a corrupted Superman, resulting in dire consequences.

The Ravager stood over Superman and said condescendingly, "Clark, I've killed you once before. I don't mind doing it again."

The Doomsday Virus allowed its host to grow stronger through battle, evolving toward a perfect form with no weaknesses.

"I won't let you succeed," Superman said firmly.

He would never allow anything to endanger the human world. Even knowing he was outmatched, he still chose to give it his all.

His eyes suddenly glowed red—heat vision blasting out.

The next instant, the Ravager's eyes lit up too, unleashing his own heat vision.

But his was hotter, more powerful.

The two beams clashed midair. In less than a second, the Ravager's heat vision overwhelmed Superman's and began pushing steadily forward.

"Ahhh—!"

Clark roared in defiance, but deep down he was panicking.

He knew—if the enemy's beam struck him, it would burn right through his brain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as the heat vision was about to reach him, explosions echoed in the sky.

The Ravager glanced up, confused. The blasts were spread across the Metropolis skyline.

With his super vision, he could clearly see numerous micro-rockets disintegrating in midair, ejecting a large number of unknown objects.

Taking advantage of the moment, Clark lunged forward and locked his arms around the Ravager's neck.

Surprised by the sneak attack, the Ravager casually grabbed Clark's arm and slammed him into the ground.

The difference in strength was massive.

Clark couldn't even restrain him. If it weren't for his Kryptonian physique, he'd be dead ten times over by now.

The Ravager planted a foot on the emblem on Clark's chest and sneered, "When are you going to start using that brain of yours?"

Beep beep beep beep—

Just then, Allen appeared wearing a high-tech Bat-suit. He nodded in agreement, saying, "Big Blue, is your brain just for decoration? Using only your body—how low-class."

"Who are you?" the Ravager asked in confusion.

Was there another Batman in this universe?

Clark tried to get up, but the foot on his chest was like a pillar holding up the sky—immovable.

"Isn't it obvious?" Allen tapped the glowing red-and-blue bat ears on his helmet and said, "I'm the Laughing Bat from the Gag Universe. I'm here to invade your universe. I demand that the Dark Knights withdraw immediately, or I'll shatter the Source Wall and release that Auntie-whatever from beyond the veil. We all die together! Everybody dies!"

Pow!

The Ravager punched Allen straight out of the sky and muttered, "So many lunatics…"

Beep boop beep beep—

As he turned back to finish off Superman, Allen casually returned, completely unharmed, and declared smugly, "I'm wearing the Anti-Justice Mecha. Built using alchemical techniques. This baby can take a two-hour beatdown, easy."

Allen had long prepared this specialized armor to counter the Dark Knights.

It wasn't just made of adamantium—it incorporated every known technique from alchemy, plus a full suite of modules tailored specifically to battle the Dark Knights.

The armor had a sharply angular design, jet-black with a glossy obsidian sheen, and gold alloy highlights at the joints and seams.

After all, Arkham Fortress's warehouse was packed with the first Bat's premium stash.

"You're here to save him?" the Ravager asked.

He clearly didn't consider Allen a threat. If Allen wanted a fight, the Ravager was more than happy to oblige. He was confident he could wrap it up in a few minutes.

"Nah, don't get me wrong." Allen replied casually, "I'm just here to enjoy the show. Once you kill Superman, then I'll defeat you."

"Defeat me?"

The Ravager laughed like he'd just heard the best joke ever. "You think that pile of junk you're wearing can beat me?"

Allen corrected him, "Don't lump me in with brainless Big Blue here. Please don't insult a lunatic's intelligence."

"…"

The Ravager was getting a headache. He decided to deal with this motor-mouth madman first.

"Sidoop."

Allen suddenly pointed to the sky and said in a cheeky tone, "Notice anything strange?"

"What strange?"

The sky looked the same to the Ravager—just sky.

"There's no sun."

Allen took a sudden step backward and leapt.

The Ravager's eyes flared, heat vision twitching—ready for a sneak attack.

"Relax. I just wanted to show off my plan to beat you." Allen rambled on, "While you two were awkwardly doing your little bromance routine earlier, I launched weather-control missiles and changed the clear sky to overcast. After all, both Superman and Doomsday draw their power from a yellow sun."

He then pulled out two grenades, flashing them proudly. "One's a kryptonite smoke bomb. The other's a kryptonite frag. I don't think I need to explain how those affect you."

"…"

At the mention of kryptonite, the Ravager's expression changed.

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