"Conning Street here. Joker's Gang maniacs have overwhelming firepower. Requesting immediate support."
"Central Headquarters, Joker's Gang has been spotted causing trouble on Wayne Avenue. Their numbers exceed a hundred. Requesting a mobile unit."
"Falls Street patrol squad requesting support. We've been surrounded by Joker's Gang."
Calls for help came one after another over the radios, leaving The Five Robins grim-faced.
The Court of Owls matter was not over yet, and now Joker's Gang had erupted in riot.
"Leave me alone and go quell the disturbance."
Bruce sensed the whiff of a conspiracy, but he still sent them out.
Gotham City could not be without the Bat-Family, nor could criminals be allowed to run rampant.
Everyone immediately rushed toward the city, hoping to finish the fight quickly and return.
At that moment, Allen rode out on his Electric Bicycle.
Naturally, the guards at Arkham Asylum would not open the gate for him, so as usual, he took an unconventional route.
Passing through a stretch of wilderness, Allen stopped and looked at the flourishing wildflowers.
"It's rude to visit a patient empty-handed."
Allen got off and picked some wildflowers as a gift for the visit.
He even thoughtfully wrapped them in the hamburger wrapper he had gotten from the relief station yesterday.
"Director Chen was right. Even a sheet of toilet paper has its use."
He sped all the way toward Wayne Manor.
"Butler Batman, open the door."
Allen shouted through the iron gates, but no one responded.
He turned to look at the doorbell button.
Ding-dong!
He waited for a minute, but still no one came.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"Could Batsy and Butler Batman have eloped?"
Allen calmly analyzed the situation, immediately dismissed the theory, and reached a conclusion. "Impossible. They must be hiding from me to watch dirty movies."
Ding ding ding-dong!
Ding ding ding ding ding-dong!
Ding ding ding ding ding ding...
In a fit of anger, Allen furiously pressed the doorbell, relentlessly jabbing the button with his finger. He was determined to summon someone out and question them.
Bzzzt...
A flash of electricity went off, and white smoke rose from the doorbell.
Allen helplessly withdrew his hands and looked innocently at the ruined doorbell.
After looking around and seeing no one, he secretly sighed in relief and comforted the doorbell. "I'm very sorry for making you bear pressure no doorbell your age should have to bear. I hope you'll learn to behave next time."
With that, he lifted the Electric Bicycle and tossed it over the wall before climbing in himself.
"Now that I'm here, how could I leave on an empty stomach?"
Allen figured the flowers were not free. At the very least, he had to mooch a meal, or he would feel like he had suffered a huge loss.
He rode the Electric Bicycle around the Wayne Family castle.
It made Allen say sourly, "This house is so big, taking a cab to the bathroom would cost at least the base fare."
He brought both himself and the bicycle into the elevator and went straight down to the underground Batcave.
Ding!
"Butler Batman, what happened to you?"
As the elevator doors opened, Alfred, covered in blood, came into view lying on the floor.
Allen hurried over in concern. "Alfred, the floor is cold. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Allen, hurry and save Master."
Alfred weakly pointed into the distance, where there was unexpectedly an entrance leading directly underground.
"Batsy is so naughty. He never listens to advice."
Peering down from the edge of the entrance, Allen wore an expression of disappointment before picking up the badly injured Alfred. "The only thing I can do is help you share a grave after you die."
"..."
You lunatic, what are you doing?
I told you to save Bruce, not throw me into the hole.
Unfortunately, Alfred found even speaking extremely difficult now.
Two corpses lay silently in the lush green pool of Serpent's Blood.
Bruce wore soft pajamas, though they were riddled with tears. He lay face down, submerged in the Serpent's Blood.
Beside him was Joker in a purple suit. Even in death, his face still bore an exaggerated smile.
After The Court of Owls revealed Batman's identity, Arthur meticulously planned his operation.
He first had Joker's Gang cause trouble throughout Gotham City, luring away The Five Robins, then attacked Wayne Manor alone.
Before entering, he pressed the doorbell and left behind a gift box.
Unaware of the danger, Alfred the butler picked up the gift box and opened it. Poison gas sprayed out, placing him under Arthur's control.
Arthur then found the Batcave and confronted Bruce head-on.
To deal with Batman, one could only ambush him, never challenge him to a fair fight.
After a fierce exchange, both fell into the cave and died.
Even though Bruce had not fully recovered, Joker could only force a mutual death.
As if fate were playing a joke, they had fallen right into the pool of Serpent's Blood.
Suddenly, Arthur's finger twitched. He then sat up blankly, deeply confused that he was still alive.
He reached up and touched his head in bewilderment, then his eyes widened.
"My hair grew back."
Arthur delightedly tugged two locks of hair before his eyes, seeing his recovered green hair.
Click!
Before he could stroke his hair, he heard a familiar voice that made his entire body tremble.
Following the sound.
In a shadow-covered corner of the cave, a small flame illuminated a face wearing a terrifying smile.
"Allen!?"
That was right. It was Allen, grinning so wide that his upper gums showed.
"Don't come any closer. Let's talk this out."
Arthur watched Allen slowly approach. He sensed what was about to happen. At that moment, even his laughing sickness was cured, and his face held nothing but terror.
"Joker, my student."
Allen said solemnly and righteously, "At your age, you should be studying crime properly and fighting justice, not wasting your mind on flashy nonsense like growing your hair out and dyeing it. As the dean of students at Gotham University, I must stamp out these unhealthy trends and guide you onto the path of crime."
"You're insane!"
Arthur scrambled to his feet and fled for his life.
He would rather face Batman than this madman.
Before he had taken more than a few steps, Allen had already pinned Arthur beneath him, setting the lighter in his hand to its highest flame.
You asked where the lighter came from.
He had taken it along with some cigarettes from the relief station.
As the saying went, he might not smoke, but he had to have them.
"Allen, no! I'm begging you, don't burn my hair. You can burn my armpit hair, burn all my body hair if you want."
Arthur pleaded through tears, clawing at the ground with both hands in an attempt to escape Allen's clutches.
"You bad student who refuses to commit crime properly, and you still want to bargain? Do you think the authority of the dean of students is thin air? This time, I'm burning your eyebrows too."
Allen had already used the lighter to ignite a lock of green hair. It sizzled, accompanied by the stench of burnt hair.
Arthur screamed helplessly in agony, "No! Please stop! Batman, wake up! Save me!"
Someone called for me?
It sounded like Joker's voice.
Bruce slowly woke up and looked up just in time to see Allen sitting on Joker, using a lighter to burn his hair.
"I must be dreaming. How could Joker possibly ask me for help?"
Bruce gave a bitter smile and lowered his head back into the pool.
Feeling the icy temperature of the Serpent's Blood, he abruptly raised his head and realized he was not dreaming.
"This isn't a dream!"
Bruce remembered what had happened earlier and instantly understood that the Serpent's Blood had revived him.
Looking again at Joker, who was apologizing to him while begging for help, Bruce decisively chose to stand by and watch.
First, he did not think he could beat Allen. Second, there was no reason to help an enemy. He even worried that if Allen went mad, he might burn Bruce's hair too.
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