American comics: This guy is crazy

"I can't walk anymore."

Poison Ivy Lillian squatted on the side of the road and looked at Allen with a depressed look.

He kidnapped her from Arkham Asylum in the middle of the night and walked to the city on foot.

You must understand that Arkham is built in the suburbs, dozens of kilometers away from the city. Walking there on your legs can kill people.

It was impossible for a car to pass by at night.

"Xiaolu, you can't be pretentious as a person. In order to achieve a criminal career, you must first strain your mind, strain your muscles, starve your skin, deplete your body, and mess up your actions. Therefore, if you are tempted to endure, you will benefit what you can't do. Oh yeah." Allen made a cheering gesture.

"..."

Lillian was confused and confused, and could not understand classical Chinese at all. She said distressedly: "I don't want to commit a crime, and my brain is not sick."

"It sounds like I'm mentally ill." Allen said disdainfully.

"Sure enough, a mentally ill person will not admit that he is ill." Lillian sighed.

Allen retorted seriously: "I have mental problems. What does it have to do with my brain?"

"..."

No brains, where does the spirit come from?

Forget it, she was tired and couldn't explain it with mental illness. Lillian simply lay there, looking up at Gotham's cloudy night sky, which was as dark and deep as Batman's cape.

Allen lay on his side next to Lillian, holding the back of his head with one hand, putting his hand on his waist, crossing one leg over the other, and whispered softly: "Mengmeng, stand up, you can do it, Mengmeng."

"Who is Mengmeng?"

Lillian asked resentfully: "What do you want to do?"

"Mengmeng is a pony." Allen replied seriously.

"That's not what I asked."

Lillian was so angry that she tangled her hair in random directions. Her long red hair was messy and turned into a bird's nest. She blew her hair in front of her angrily. Her mental state was obviously on the verge of collapse.

"He also said that he was not sick. His mood was so unstable that Dr. Allen identified him as manic."

Allen raised his hands and asked Xiao Zuo and Xiao Right for treatment plans.

"Nurse Xiaoyou, you want me to undergo comfort therapy."

"Nurse Xiaozuo, I recommend half an hour of physical therapy."

Allen nodded in agreement and said, "A half-hour treatment may not have the desired effect. It needs at least an hour to start."

"What are you going to do?"

Lillian was so frightened that she quickly got up and hid several meters away.

After being beaten for an hour, he was no longer human.

"Forget it, I'll treat you another day. This time I ask you to come out to help refine the potion to reverse vampires."

Allen touched his chin and said cowardly: "I hope you can develop a drug that transforms into a succubus and save Gotham City."

"You're crazy."

Lillian was furious and refused: "I am a botanist, not a biologist. How can I develop a biological reversal agent?"

Bada.

Allen took out the lighter and lit it, and said calmly: "I'm easy to talk to. I never force others. You shouldn't feel forced."

For a moment, Lillian thought of the clown who fell into isolation in Arkham Asylum.

His head was covered with shocking burn scars. If it were him, his scalp would be numb just thinking about it.

She is very satisfied with and cherishes her red hair, and I can't imagine losing it.

"As a Gothamite, it's hard to do anything for Gotham." Lillian changed her face instantly and said very positively: "Let's go, I can't wait to help others."

Allen cast an appreciative glance: "I saw you right."

At this time, a car came from a distance.

"Prepare to carjack."

Allen leaped like a toad and hid in the ditch beside the road, reminding him: "Pretend to take a taxi, and when the car stops, I will rob the driver."

"..."

This mental state is too unstable.

One second, he was determined to save Gotham, and the next second, he proposed to rob other people's vehicles. He was wandering between heaven and hell. He was a good and bad person.

What can Lillian do? She is in the hands of the other party. There is no chance of physical therapy.

He could only raise his hand with a look of helplessness and raise his thumb to signal for a taxi.

The engine roared from far to near, and the dazzling lights made it difficult to open one's eyes.

Chi…

With a sudden brake, a black off-road armored vehicle stopped in the middle of the road.

Allen immediately jumped out of the ditch and shouted: "Robbing the soles of the feet to check if there are three moles."

The car door opened, and Damian cast a puzzled look.

"It turns out he's one of our own." Allen said with a disappointed look on his face: "You can leave, I won't rob acquaintances anymore."

"Get in the car, things are very difficult and I need your help."

Because the vampires were too dangerous, Bruce was worried about Damian, so he arranged for peripheral support.

As expected, Bruce and Eric rushed to the eleventh floor of the Starlight Building, and it turned out to be a trap for them.

At present, the only foreign aid that can be invited is Allen, so he summoned Damian to pick him up.

"Aba really doesn't let me worry."

Allen said helplessly: "Who asked me to pamper him?"

As soon as he got in the car, Damian made a U-turn and headed straight for Gotham City.

"Arrange a laboratory and Xiaolu can help research the antidote."

Allen won't forget Poison Ivy.

She is a professional and has the ability to control plants, which is more than enough to take care of some chores.

"I'll take you to the location first, and then send her to the secret laboratory." Damian responded.

Bruce, who is thoughtful, has more than one temporary base, which not only facilitates daily equipment supply, but also reflects the strong capital of Gotham's richest man.

Strongholds such as laboratories are naturally indispensable and are specially used to crack toxins and prepare antidotes.

…

Starlight Building.

Among the many tall buildings in Gotham City, it is not an eye-catching building.

The registration information indicates that it is affiliated with a pharmaceutical company.

At this moment, Bruce panted and looked at the enemy in front of him.

As soon as he and Eric entered the building, they were attacked by the Blood Tribe and the Claw Legion. After a fight, the two were separated.

"Batman, huh..."

The burly vampire sneered: "I want to take off the mask with my own hands and see what you look like."

Not enough words to speculate.

Bruce throws the batarang first.

When facing a vampire, you must do your homework beforehand. After all, you cannot treat them like ordinary people.

Underestimating your opponent often pays a heavy price.

The Court of Owls and the Blood Tribe are not vegetarian forces. They deliberately faced the Claw Legion against the Blades, while the Blood Tribe side targeted Batman, so they had the advantage of poor information.

The batarang turned into a silvery edge.

The burly vampire tilted his head slightly and easily dodged the sneak attack.

"This little ability?"

The burly vampire sneered: "Remember the person who killed you, Kenster."

In an instant, Kenster's figure moved, like a shadow passing by.

Bruce's eyes narrowed and he felt something bad, and a silver-white blade popped out of his wrist armor.

This vampire is obviously different from ordinary vampires. It has special abilities and is as fast as the wind, which is completely beyond the capabilities of normal physical fitness.

puff…

The sound of a sharp instrument breaking through the skin.