Saving Batsy in Progress

The investigation concluded, and everyone returned to the Batcave.

Photos were uploaded to the computers, displaying scenes from the investigation sites.

Bruce had a habit: whenever he investigated something, he would mark the locations of crucial clues with a special symbol that only his disciples could find and recognize.

Red Hood Jason frowned and said, "It's incredible. All locations have a hidden floor between the twelfth and thirteenth floors. It's a missing level that can only be accessed by a special sequence of elevator buttons. The staircase entrance is a sealed wall."

Pointing to the arranged photos, Red Hood Jason exclaimed, "It's obvious this group has been lurking in Gotham City for a very long time. The earliest building was constructed fifty years ago. Moreover, based on the current environment, half of the strongholds are already abandoned."

In the photos, there were multiple group pictures with people wearing owl masks, and feathers scattered near windows.

Dick added, "The stronghold in Wayne Tower showed clear signs of a struggle. It's estimated that it was a fight where one side was outnumbered."

Allen was now sitting in Bruce's usual spot.

He currently had his fingers interlaced, resting his chin on them, feigning a deep thought. He lowered his voice, imitating Batman's tone, and said, "Synthesizing all the clues, the answer is clear as day."

"Gotham City's wealthy, through their proxies, approached the Joker. They deliberately led them to one of the strongholds, subtly guiding them to explore more locations, and finally set a trap in Wayne Tower to capture Bruce alive. I've already figured out the identity of the mastermind."

Damian asked urgently, "Who is it?"

Of everyone present, Damian cared about Bruce the most, after all, their father-son relationship was a significant factor.

Allen scanned everyone present with a grave look in his eyes and slowly said, "Harry Potter!"

"Who?"

Who is Harry Potter?

It sounded a bit familiar, but his mind had no information about this person.

"Harry Potter is a wizard from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His messenger is an owl, so he must be the culprit," Allen said with mock seriousness.

Wizards were involved now.

Why didn't he just say Doctor Strange was behind it?

The Five Robins felt that Allen wasn't being helpful and could only act as muscle when it mattered.

Before any plan could be discussed, Allen stood up first, excitedly saying, "My children, your king is going out to defeat the evil wizard Harry Potter and rescue Princess Bruce of the Bat Kingdom."

"..."

The Five Robins looked at Allen, who was riding an electric bicycle, and only one thought crossed their minds.

Get lost, you lunatic.

"September 8th, Gotham City, night, moderate rain.

Commissioner Gordon stood on the rooftop in his raincoat, activating the Bat-Signal to summon Batman.

The cold rain hit Gordon's solemn face.

The number of cases handled by the police department had clearly increased in the past two days. Batman, the protector of justice, seemed to have vanished into thin air. If this continued, Gotham would be on the verge of chaos.

As the Commissioner, Gordon felt immense pressure.

Unfortunately, he was in the rain, otherwise, he would have liked to light a cigarette to ease his mood."

Gordon looked at the imposter Batman beside him and asked speechlessly, "Are you impersonating the narrator?"

"Also, I quit smoking years ago."

"You don't smoke?" Allen's eyes widened. "If you don't smoke, and I don't smoke, where will the finances come from? Where will the military funds come from? What you smoke isn't cigarettes, it's bullets fired at the enemy. I suggest you smoke two packs a day and contribute to world peace."

"..."

Gordon seemed to have guessed who the visitor was. It had to be the mentally unstable Bat-Man.

He had to admit there was progress; he was actually wearing the Batman suit, but his speech immediately gave him away.

"I'm looking for Batman. The situation is a bit tricky," Gordon said seriously.

"Bro, Batsy and Wonder Woman are getting married on Themyscira. Didn't they invite you to the feast?"

Allen couldn't resist adding a jab, "Looks like you guys have a fake friendship."

"..."

Gordon's heart sank. Batman was unreliable. This crazy person was just wandering around and not doing anything. He could only rely on himself.

"Gotham City is now under my jurisdiction."

With that said, Allen fired his grapple gun and traversed the city in the rainy night.

Actually, Allen had a concrete plan in mind for finding Bruce.

"Next, let's get this show on the road, cough... spit."

Swinging in mid-air, with rain falling, he swallowed a mouthful of rainwater before finishing his cool pose.

During the day.

After careful consideration, Penguin and Riddler felt that Allen's suggestion was worth trying.

They immediately found a cheap and spacious venue and hired a professional renovation team to assess whether it could be renovated according to their requirements.

"Cobblepot, five themes for the trial run, at least $300,000 invested, $100,000 in annual rent, and another $50,000 for props and costumes."

Edward, moonlighting as the financial manager, calculated the initial expenses.

Penguin said nonchalantly, "That's a trivial amount of money, not worth mentioning."

Cobblepot had the capital to boast, after all, his inherited family assets were well-known in Gotham City.

However, Cobblepot was an ambitious entrepreneur, not an aimless rich kid.

Of course, his entrepreneurial goal was to build an underground kingdom.

"Then leave it to me. With your wealth and my intelligence, we'll have no problem dominating Gotham."

Edward was very confident, but then his expression turned somber. Another formidable rival in Gotham, surpassing him in intelligence, had appeared.

Bang!

A figure burst through the window.

Cobblepot and Edward nervously prepared to draw their weapons to deal with the intruder.

"Penguin, Riddler, you have failed this city."

The chandelier overhead cast light onto the figure, their entire face hidden in shadow. A familiar sense of dread spread through the room.

"Batman, you can't do this. We haven't done anything."

Penguin nervously raised his umbrella, which had a built-in firearm. He could launch a surprise attack, and he knew Batman's suit was bulletproof, but it gave him a little sense of security.

"Batman, you should only intervene when we're committing crimes. This is unreasonable."

Edward's hand moved towards a drawer, preparing to cover his buddy's escape.

Allen stood with his hands on his hips, asserting, "Do you even understand preventative measures?"

"Allen?"

"It's me."

A false alarm. Edward wiped the sweat from his brow and signaled Cobblepot to put away his weapon. "Don't be nervous, guys. It's the Bat-Man I met earlier today."

"You scared me to death."

Cobblepot lowered his umbrella, still shaken. "I was wondering why Batman had been quiet these past few days. I thought he might be watching us in secret."

Allen casually sat down on a chair and said seriously, "Batsy is missing. I'm looking for him."

"Really!"

Cobblepot laughed excitedly. "That's fantastic! Finally, no annoying guy will stand in my way. Gotham will soon be under my heel."

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine as he noticed Allen staring at him coldly.

"Is Gotham still Gotham without Batman?"

"Is there even a point for Gotham to exist without Batman?"

Listening to Allen's hushed words, the two were thoroughly terrified.

What are you going to do!?

You lunatic, are you going to destroy a city?