American comics: This guy is crazy

"Jason, Tim, and Stephanie, the three of you will check out where the master is staying one by one."

"Damian and I infiltrated Wayne Tower to investigate."

Dick's qualifications and abilities qualify him for a leadership position.

In the multiverse, Dick succeeds as Batman.

"Report, I haven't gotten in the car yet."

Allen, who is wearing a bat suit, naturally wants to integrate into the team.

Dick thought for a moment and suggested, "Ask the clown. The master went out to hunt him down last night."

"So, Batman ran away with the Joker."

Allen had a look of realization on his face, then he held his chest and said heartbrokenly: "Bruce would rather choose the clown than me, you have changed."

Shet, I felt goosebumps from embarrassment even if I stayed for a second longer.

Five Xiaoqiang turned around and went about their own business.

Seeing that the members of the Bat Family all had transportation provided by their master, Allen was so envious that he wanted to explode on the spot.

Nightwing drove a multifunctional armored combat vehicle, with Damian sitting in the co-pilot.

Tim and Stephanie share a Batmobile.

Jason has a cool off-road motorcycle.

Watching the Five Xiaoqiang drive out of the Batcave, Allen was left alone in the wind.

"I'm so envious and want it so much."

It seems Bruce didn't prepare a vehicle for him.

Allen looked at Ah Fu, who was clearing the table, and came forward mischievously: "Butler, do you still have a car? You don't want me to walk on two legs."

Ah Fu stopped what he was doing and said calmly: "Master has many cars, I will open the warehouse for you."

Ah Fu just pressed a button on the operating table, and a platform rose from the water beside him.

On the platform, steel wire ropes secure various vehicles.

"Wow wow wow..."

Allen touched the cool-looking Bat Chariot and said excitedly: "Knight Chariot."

"Yeah yeah yeah..."

"Dark Night Motorcycle."

This is the happiness of the rich, simple and simple.

"What kind of car do you want to drive?" Ah Fu said meticulously: "I can help you unlock it electronically, and then install a bound sensor electronic component in the glove, so you don't have to worry about being stolen when you go out."

Allen pointed to the lightweight and foldable electric bicycle: "I want this one."

"..."

Ah Fu's expression paused and he asked in confusion: "Why?"

If you don't choose a tank or a motorcycle, why are you shouting so excitedly? !

Allen was a little shy and said, "I don't have a driver's license."

"..."

After a long time, Ah Fu said with difficulty: "You really obey the law."

…

In a dark abandoned tunnel.

The Joker led the gang and kidnapped the former underground king of Gotham City.

"Joker, are you disrupting order and trying to make enemies of everyone?" the gang boss threatened with a bruised face.

The clown pointed the revolver at his head and said with a ferocious smile: "I am order."

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed through the tunnel.

The clown put away the revolver and said coldly: "My order is chaos."

At this time, the white light from the distant tunnel was approaching.

Didi didi...

Not long after, the trumpet sounded.

The members of the Clown Gang, who were waiting in full formation, held the guns in their hands and looked at the person arriving in front of them in disbelief.

Batman rides an electric bike?

Yes, Allen tracked this down.

Wandering around Gotham City, it's not easy to find the hidden Joker.

Bruce has an informant, Commissioner Gordon, to provide clues, but Allen has clues of his own.

He spent a huge sum of five dollars to ask the homeless man about the scope of the clown gang's activities.

Although the five dollars was a white-collar relief fund, it was the only money Allen had left. He felt heartbroken for a long time, which made him even more determined to fight against crime.

If one of the clown gang members is caught, they will be beaten mercilessly, so after beating hundreds of gang members, they finally find the exact location.

"Joker, you have failed this city."

Allen walked to the electric car, and the light shone from behind, reflecting his tall and narrow figure.

The criminal's nightmare, Bateman appears.

The way he appeared on the stage really shocked the members of the Clown Gang, and he really looked like the embodiment of extreme fear.

"Jiejiejie..."

The Joker responded with a crazy laugh. He knew that Batman was missing and that he was just an impostor, so he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Jiejiejiejie..."

Allen's laughter was more penetrating and more terrifying in comparison.

"Why are you laughing?" the clown asked in a deep voice.

"If you laugh, I will laugh."

Who says superheroes can't use a villain's laugh? Allen likes to laugh like that.

"Alan?"

"it's me."

It turned out that a patient was visiting, and the clown couldn't help but let down his guard and asked: "You are dressed like this, are you sick?"

"Do you have medicine?"

"..."

The clown took a deep breath and felt that the other party's condition was too serious and he could no longer communicate normally.

Immediately, he raised his hand to signal his men to fire.

Suddenly, gunshots and firelight intertwined in the tunnel.

Waiting for the gunfire to subside, the clown could not see Allen's figure. At the same time, all of his men fell limp and passed out on the spot.

There was a cold touch on my neck, and a whisper sounded in my ear: "Do you have medicine?"

The clown trembled with fright, and from the corner of his eye he saw Allen sticking to the side of his face.

Batman is a normal person, and the Joker is naturally not afraid of him, but the problem is that Allen is a real psychopath, and he can't guess what he will do.

"What do you want to do? I can give you money." The clown argued aggrievedly.

"How much?"

"Ah!" Allen suddenly looked solemn and said in a low voice: "Don't think about using money to tarnish my principles of justice."

"Then what do you want from me?"

The clown had an urge to cry because he was really afraid that his psychotic sense of justice would overwhelm him and kill him on the spot.

No matter how much he jumps around in front of Batman, the presupposition is that he has a no-kill principle.

"Good question."

Allen snorted coldly: "Where did you hide Aba? You didn't answer the phone or reply to the text messages. Escape can't solve the problem."

"I do not know."

The clown denied it: "I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Don't say yes."

Snap.

At some point, Allen took out a lighter and lit it in front of the clown. He licked his lips and threatened: "I just like your unruly look. I hope you can stay unruly..."

"What are you going to do? No... no!"

As the flames approached, the clown shouted anxiously.

Unfortunately, Allen remained indifferent and continued what he was doing.

A burning smell then entered his nose, and the clown hurriedly shouted: "I said it, I said it all."

If he doesn't confess, his hair will be burned off.

Allen stopped the torture of burning the bright dome and waited patiently for the answer.

"Not long ago, a man came to me and offered me 10 million to guide Batman to the mezzanine between the 12th and 13th floors of the Kline Building."

Snap.

As soon as the Joker stopped talking, Allen lit the lighter.

"Don't, don't, don't..."

The Joker continued: "The result of my investigation is that that person is a representative of the rich people in Gotham City and has been helping the rich do dirty things."

Not long after, Allen rode his electric bicycle out of the tunnel with satisfaction.

The clown who was staying in the tunnel was crying in grief. His iconic green hair was now only a layer of charred scalp.

"I've already said it, why are you still burning my hair? Why..."