Batman's son, the fifth Robin, Damian Wayne.
His arrogant gaze, contemptuous of ordinary people, merely swept over Allen.
With Batman as his father, a core high-ranking member of The League of Assassins as his mother, and The Ninja Master as his grandfather, he had money and people at his disposal. He certainly had the capital to look down on everyone.
Bruce was a little unsure 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 some brat showing off?
"What?"
Damian flew into a rage. "I'll give you one chance to apologize."
Perhaps because he had grown up in The League of Assassins, Damian's thinking had been extremely radical in his youth. If Bruce had not kept an eye on him, he probably would have killed every criminal in Gotham City.
If they all died, wouldn't Batman be out of a job?
Besides, how could Bruce bear to let the Joker, his beloved rival, die?
"If you don't believe me, ask Talia whether she and I ever bared our hearts to each other." Allen smiled wickedly.
That night, Allen had insanely stripped the clothes off both sisters, then put them on himself and sang and danced all night. It had been utterly exhilarating.
"Damn it! Don't insult my mother!"
Talia held the highest place in Damian's heart, and he immediately attacked in fury.
"Damian, calm down."
At that point, Bruce's words had become nothing more than background noise.
Ignoring everything, Damian swung a fist at Allen, determined to teach this foul-mouthed bastard a lesson.
"Dami, since you refuse to acknowledge me, why must father and son turn on each other?"
Allen effortlessly dodged, his obnoxious grin never fading as he kept talking.
Under the verbal provocation, Damian practically lost all reason.
Watching from the side, Bruce knew he could not talk his son down. He decided to let him suffer a little, lest his reckless nature cause him serious trouble someday.
As for Damian's parentage, there was naturally no doubt about it.
Not only could technology verify their genes, but the timing of Allen's disappearance did not line up with when Talia had gotten pregnant. There was a gap of at least a year and a half.
Thud.
Damian fell flat on his back.
Using his speed advantage, Allen easily tripped him, not forgetting to taunt him. "Who taught you that three-legged-cat kung fu? You didn't even touch my clothes."
Unwilling to admit defeat, Damian got up and fought again, perfectly demonstrating that he would not turn back until he hit a wall.
"Master, who is he?"
One figure after another descended onto the rooftop.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Batgirl all watched Allen toy with Damian.
"Holy shit, Bruce, you secretly built a Bat-Family."
Allen shouted excitedly, "I, Bat-Man, want to join too! I can join under the name Whip Woman Hero."
Bat-Family!
Bruce thought it had a nice ring to it, so he immediately adopted Bat-Family as the name.
"Of course you're welcome, but you'll have to pass their test."
Bruce signaled his adopted sons and students, telling them to gang up on Allen together.
In an instant, five people surrounded Allen while Bruce watched from the sidelines.
Allen immediately cried unfairness. "Three against five? Ganging up on the outnumbered side, huh?"
"Aren't you alone?" Batgirl asked, confused.
Allen raised both hands. "My ex-girlfriend is on the left, and my current girlfriend is on the right."
"Get him!"
Even if they had been slower on the uptake, they could still tell this man had something seriously wrong with his head.
The five of them attacked together. Even Bruce would have chosen to avoid their edge for the moment.
Bang! Smack! Thud! Ah! Ow!
The members of the Bat-Family, feared by Gotham City's criminals, were all left lying on the ground in pain after a single exchange.
"I barely used any strength, and you're all already down." Allen smugly added, "There wasn't any challenge at all."
This left Bruce unable to save face.
He had thought Allen could not possibly win so easily, that he would at least suffer a little.
Instead, all his little brothers had gone down without a fight.
Honestly, if Batman had not been the protagonist in the comics, he would have died dozens of times over. The idea that he could go toe-to-toe with Superman was unrealistic just thinking about it.
With the attribute bonuses of a level 120 thief class, Allen did not need skills to beat a few ordinary flesh-and-blood humans.
"I want to test your skills."
Bruce assumed a serious stance. He truly wanted to gauge the depths of Allen's abilities.
"Fine. Who told me to spoil you?"
At that moment, Allen put away his obnoxious expression and drew the sharp sword he carried.
Seeing this, The Five Robins held their breath and watched intently, eager to see whether Master, whom they revered as a god, could defeat this man.
In an instant, both moved.
In a flash, the two figures crossed paths in the darkness.
Silence fell as everyone waited for the result.
The outcome had been decided in one move.
"Father, the ears on your head!" Damian shouted in shock.
"The ears?"
Bruce raised his hands in confusion and touched the pointed bat ears on his cowl.
Nothing!
He only felt two holes. His fingers could reach right through and touch his scalp.
Hiss...
The cowl had been made from an advanced composite material with high technological content. Even a rifle shot fired point-blank might not penetrate it, and a single one cost as much as one hundred thousand dollars.
If that sword had been a little lower and struck his neck...
Bruce did not dare think any further. His neck felt chilly.
"Yeah, I've got the ears right here."
Allen turned around and flashed a V sign, Batman's ears looped around his two fingers.
The winner had been decided.
The Bat-Family had suffered a complete defeat.
"Batsy, are we on the same team now?"
"Yes."
He had no reason to refuse now. Allen had won fair and square.
Besides, a helper this strong was a guaranteed win no matter how he looked at it.
Tonight's operation to punish evil and eliminate criminals was canceled.
The Five Robins were somewhat injured, and Bruce had lost both bat ears. If criminals saw them looking so pathetic, it would become an indelible stain on their reputations.
Allen refused to settle down. He walked straight over to Damian and asked, "Want to learn some skills? Call me Daddy, and I'll teach you."
Damian rolled his eyes and turned his head away, hating that he could not beat Allen. Otherwise, he really wanted to punch him twice in the mouth.
"I don't have much on me. Take this as a greeting gift."
Allen shoved a paper-wrapped hamburger into Damian's hands.
Damian could see from Allen's sincere expression that if he refused, Allen definitely would not let the matter go.
Besides, Damian had never eaten a hamburger before. Thinking of how his father Bruce had always only offered verbal guidance, and how he had never experienced normal fatherly love, he truly wished for an ordinary father, no matter how unremarkable.
Since he could remember, training and studying had occupied most of his memories.
The stubborn expression on Damian's face remained, but inwardly, he had already let it go.
He took the hamburger, unwrapped it, and took big bites.
Though he did not want to admit it, the hamburger was really delicious.
"Tastes good, right?"
Allen grinned so widely his gums showed and smugly said, "I got it from the Wayne Avenue relief station. Since noon, to keep it warm, I specifically tucked it against my body under my armpit."
Relief food!?
From noon until now!?
Kept warm under his armpit!?
Blegh... Urgh...
Damian bent over, and a brilliant rainbow poured from his mouth.
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