I, Funny Bat

"Who are you?"

The man on stage drew his pistol and questioned him.

He was one of the high-ranking members of the Court of Owls, and he knew very well that the person in front of him was not the Joker they worshipped.

The crowd below were merely outer circle members, knowing very little of the details, and thus had mistaken the truth.

"Heh heh heh..."

Allen held both arms out, spreading his black cape, and announced loudly, "I am Funny Bat."

Who!?

Who is Funny Bat?

For a moment, the assembled rich fell silent, realizing their prolonged joy had been in vain.

"Where are the applause? Where are the flowers?"

Allen paid no mind to the fierce gazes cast his way.

Boom!

Boom!

Suddenly, two explosions sounded from outside the hotel.

At the same time, the clock struck precisely nine-oh-nine.

Looking out the window, Gotham City's iconic Twin Towers had flames erupting from the ninety-ninth floor.

No one present seemed surprised, as if they had known beforehand.

"The ritual begins, the wheels of fate start to turn under our control."

The man holding the gun beamed with satisfaction, as if everything was proceeding according to plan.

"Stop pretending."

Allen sneered, "You're just luring Batman into drinking five special metals, and then summoning the cute, pale, alcoholic boy Barbatos."

Cute, pale, alcoholic boy?

Don't you dare interrupt, you bastard! We are summoning the Bat God, Barbatos.

"Who exactly are you, and how do you know Barbatos's name?"

The man's eyes darkened. This was because only the high-ranking members of the Court of Owls, and their hidden allies, knew about the summoning of Barbatos.

"Because I play Genshin Impact."

"..."

Bang!

Seeing the other party spouting completely irrelevant nonsense, the man didn't hesitate and opened fire.

Allen clenched one hand, confidently stating, "In all martial arts, speed is the ultimate key. Believe it or not, I've already caught the bullet."

The man's forehead was about to sprout three black lines from embarrassment.

The bullet had clearly hit his shoulder, but it hadn't penetrated and had merely been deflected. Sparks had flashed, and everyone had seen it. You don't need to pretend anymore.

"So, I didn't manage to fool you all."

Allen said seriously, "I can only reveal my identity. I was once Batman, I was also Whip Woman Hero, and now I am Funny Bat. You will all be shrouded in the shadow of humor and tremble with fear."

Suddenly, a white light streaked through the air, like a fleeting white steed.

Allen nimbly took a step back, and a dart lodged itself in front of him.

Looking up towards the source of the attack, he saw a man clad in black battle armor, his cowl and mask resembling an owl.

The attacker was a warrior from the Talons.

"May I ask, brave sir, which hero are you?"

Clearly, the Talon warrior had no interest in conversing with Allen and lunged forward to attack.

Bang!

Allen kicked him away with a single sweep.

The Talon warrior rolled several times on the ground and stopped moving.

Instantly, the guests in the ballroom panicked and scattered.

They were pampered, wealthy individuals, and the sight of a fight filled them with terror.

Amidst the chaos, more and more Talon warriors appeared.

How could the Court of Owls' gathering not have their elite guards protecting their members?

Allen raised both hands and said softly, "Little Left, Little Right, we're fighting side-by-side once again. Aren't you excited?"

At that moment, a group of Talon warriors swarmed him.

With the full-level rogue class, Allen's physical abilities were enough to face all enemies alone.

In the blink of an eye, several shallow gashes appeared on Batman's suit.

Allen pushed the enemy back, retreated to create distance, and said with heartache, "My funny suit, I feel my funny value dropping like crazy."

As he spoke, he drew his rapier from his tactical belt.

His suit, which could block bullets, couldn't withstand the weapons of the Talon warriors. Allen naturally wouldn't engage in close-quarters combat anymore.

The man with the gun watched from the side and said, "The Talons have immortality, and their weapons are made of Promethium. Nothing in this world can resist them."

With a clang.

Weapons collided.

Allen's rapier broke. Even with the Shadow Blade skill augmented, it couldn't contend with the Talon warriors' weapons.

"Shit!"

After uttering a single word, Allen vanished into stealth.

The Talons injected with Serpent's Blood and Amber Gold immortality potions, along with their Promethium equipment, forced Allen to retreat.

You can call Allen crazy, but you can't call him stupid.

"Looks like he escaped."

The man with the gun smiled faintly, thinking the opponent was overestimating himself by confronting the Court of Owls.

"Who said I left?"

Allen quietly appeared behind him, grabbed him by the neck, and said triumphantly, "They are immortal, but you are not."

The man's face instantly contorted in fear, suddenly remembering he was just a normal person.

Bang, bang...

Allen landed two punches on him, smashing them heavily into his eye sockets, turning them into panda eyes. He then leaped out the window, leaving behind a parting shot.

"Don't try to act tough when you see me next time."

The man clutched his eyes with his hands, lying on the ground in pain, and shouted, "Capture him alive! I want to torture him to death with my own hands."

The next moment, the Talon warriors chased after him.

The Twin Towers exploded, and fire trucks quickly rushed to the scene.

At the same time, the Five Robins, who were investigating without any leads, temporarily put aside their current tasks and rushed to the accident site.

Fortunately, the Twin Towers were built with a strong emphasis on fire safety. Firefighters, carrying water hoses, successfully extinguished the fire after more than an hour of effort.

At this moment, on the rooftop of another building, Dick received internal police communications via a miniature radio.

"On the ninety-ninth floor of both buildings, nine charred bodies were discovered in each. The victims showed no signs of struggle, and it's clear they were burned alive while unconscious."

"So it seems this was premeditated. The same ninety-ninth floor, the same number of deaths, it can't be just a coincidence."

"But who would be so bored as to commit a meaningless murder like this?"

The Five Robins were baffled.

When they pursued criminals, those criminals at least had motives.

What benefit could this explosion bring?

Purely pursuing slaughter seemed a bit irrational.

"What if it wasn't criminals, but cultists?" Damian interjected.

The other four looked at Damian in unison, hoping to learn more.

"In my father's collection of books, I've seen information about evil rituals. Ninety-ninth floor plus nine people equals three nines, which flipped is three sixes, symbolizing a dark mark."

Damian added thoughtfully, "The story's location is the Twin Towers. From a distance, don't they look like a large door?"

"So, the cultists are trying to open a door to another world through a ritual, or perhaps trying to establish communication."

Upon hearing Damian's description, they fell silent for a moment.

When dealing with criminals, even with special abilities, they could find weaknesses and defeat them.

Facing superstitious individuals, they were truly at a loss.

It was said that Bruce's research into the occult stemmed from his experiences in Silent Hill.

His originally materialistic mindset, after witnessing the Child of the Demon and the ghost Sadako, made him believe. He then collected many occult books to study, so he wouldn't be clueless when encountering such enemies.

He also consulted Scarecrow on many occult matters.

Unfortunately, Bruce couldn't learn magic; he was purely a physical fighter.