I Join the Bat-Family

The son of Batman, the fifth Robin, Damian Wayne.

That arrogant gaze, which disdained the common folk, merely glanced at Allen.

His father was Batman, his mother a high-ranking executive in the League of Assassins, and his maternal grandfather was the Ninja Master. He truly had the capital to be arrogant, with wealth and influence at his disposal.

Bruce didn't quite know how to introduce Allen's identity, after all, he had once been a member of the League of Assassins.

"Dami, I'm your dad."

Given Allen's personality, how could he tolerate a brat showing off?

"What?"

Damian roared, "You have one chance to apologize."

Perhaps due to growing up in the League of Assassins, Damian's mindset was extremely radical as a youth. If Bruce hadn't been watching, he probably would have killed all the criminals in Gotham.

If they were all dead, Batman would be out of a job.

Besides, how could Bruce bear to see the Joker, his beloved rival, die?

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Talia if we've been intimate," Allen said with a sly smile.

That night, Allen had gone mad, stripping off both sisters' clothes, then putting them on himself and singing and dancing all night. It was incredibly exhilarating.

"Damn it, you're not allowed to insult my mother."

Talia's status was paramount in Damian's heart, and he immediately attacked in a fit of rage.

"Damian, calm down."

At this moment, Bruce's words had already gone in one ear and out the other.

Damian, ignoring everything, lunged at Allen with a punch, determined to teach the loose-lipped guy a lesson.

"Dami, since you refuse to acknowledge me, why must father and son fight?"

Allen easily dodged, his face full of mischief as he chattered on.

Under the verbal provocation, Damian was practically losing his mind.

Bruce, watching from the side, knew he couldn't persuade his son, so he decided to let him suffer a little, lest his rash personality lead to greater trouble in the future.

As for Damian's parentage, there was naturally no doubt.

Not to mention the genetic testing through technological means, but the timing of Allen's disappearance did not match Talia's pregnancy, with a vacuum period of at least a year and a half.

Thump.

Damian fell flat on his back.

With his speed advantage, Allen easily tripped him, not forgetting to mock, "Who taught you that amateur kung fu? You didn't even touch my clothes."

Unwilling to admit defeat, Damian got up to fight again, fully embodying the spirit of not stopping until he hit a wall.

"Master, who is he?"

Figure after figure descended onto the rooftop.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Batgirl, their eyes all fixed on Allen as he toyed with Damian.

"Holy crap, Bruce, you've secretly built up the Bat-Family."

Allen shouted excitedly, "I, Bat-Man, want to join too, perhaps under the name of Whip-Man."

The Bat-Family!

When Bruce heard it, he found it quite pleasing and immediately named it the Bat-Family.

"Of course, you're welcome, but you'll have to pass their test."

Bruce gave his adopted sons and disciples a look, signaling them to attack Allen together.

In an instant, five people surrounded Allen, with Bruce watching from the sidelines.

Immediately, Allen cried out in unfairness, "Three against five, ganging up on me, huh?"

"Aren't you just one person?" Batgirl asked, not understanding.

Allen raised his hands, "The one on my left is my ex-girlfriend, and the one on my right is my current girlfriend."

"Attack!"

At this point, even if they were slower to react, they would realize this person had serious mental issues.

The five of them launched their assault together. Even Bruce would have chosen to avoid their sharp edge.

Bang! Crack! Boom! Ah! Ya!

The members of the Bat-Family, who made criminals in Gotham City tremble in fear, were all lying on the ground in agony after just one exchange.

"I didn't even use much force, and you all went down," Allen boasted, "There wasn't any challenge at all."

This situation made Bruce lose face.

He had originally thought that Allen wouldn't win so easily, and at least suffer some hardship.

As a result, his subordinates went down so quickly.

Honestly, if Batman wasn't the protagonist in the comics, he would have died a hundred times over. The idea of him going head-to-head with Superman and being evenly matched is just unrealistic.

Allen, with his level 120 Thief class stat bonuses, didn't even need to use skills to deal with a few ordinary humans.

"I want to test your skills."

Bruce adopted a serious stance, genuinely wanting to gauge the opponent's depth.

"Sure, who am I to refuse you?"

At this moment, Allen dropped his playful demeanor and drew the sharp sword he carried.

Witnessing this, the five young heroes held their breath, eagerly anticipating whether their revered Master would defeat this person.

Instantly, the two moved as one.

In a flash of lightning and sparks, two figures crossed paths in the darkness.

Silence descended, awaiting the result.

One move to decide the victor.

"Father, your ears!" Damian shouted in shock.

"Ears?"

Bruce raised his hands in confusion and felt for the pointed bat ears on his cowl.

They were gone!

He only felt two holes, his fingers able to reach his scalp.

Hiss...

The cowl was made of high-tech composite material. A rifle shot at close range might not even penetrate it, and each one was a high-end piece costing a hundred thousand dollars.

If that sword had been an inch lower, slicing his neck...

Bruce dared not think further, feeling a chill on his neck.

"Yay, I have the ears here."

Allen turned back, making a V-sign with two fingers, the bat ears of the cowl strung onto them.

The winner was decided.

The Bat-Family had been utterly defeated.

"Batsy, are we a team now?"

"Yes."

He had no reason to refuse now; the opponent had won fair and square.

Besides, such a powerful ally was a sure bet, a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.

Tonight's mission to eliminate evil was canceled.

The five young heroes were slightly injured. Without their bat ears, if criminals saw their embarrassed state, it would be an indelible stain.

Allen wasn't about to let it go. He walked straight up to Damian and asked, "Want to learn some skills? Call me 'Daddy,' and I'll teach you."

Damian rolled his eyes and turned away, secretly hating that he couldn't defeat Allen. Otherwise, he really wanted to punch him a couple of times.

"I don't have much on me, but take this as a meeting gift."

Allen handed Damian a paper-wrapped hamburger.

He could see from Allen's sincere eyes that if he didn't accept, Allen wouldn't back down.

Moreover, Damian had never eaten a hamburger before. Thinking about how his father, Bruce, had always taught him through words but never provided the experience of normal fatherly love, he truly wished for an ordinary father, no matter how plain.

From the time he could remember, his memories were filled with training and studying.

Damian's stubborn expression softened, his heart finding peace.

He took the hamburger, unwrapped it, and took a big bite.

Though he hated to admit it, the hamburger was delicious.

"Tastes good, right?"

Allen smiled, revealing his gums, and said proudly, "This is food from the Wayne Avenue relief point. I've kept it tucked under my arm since noon to keep it warm."

Relief point food!?

Since noon!?

Kept warm under his arm!?

Pfft, gag...

Damian doubled over, and a colorful rainbow poured from his mouth.