Batman, Green Arrow

"I'm requesting a transfer out of Snow Mountain Base."

"Life here is unbearable. There are always strange things mixed into the meals."

"As long as Allen is at the base, I don't want to stay another day."

"You two leaders must provide a solution, otherwise, everyone would rather betray the organization."

Talia and Nyssa were surrounded by a group of League of Assassins members, venting their dissatisfaction with Allen.

That energetic young man was just too much trouble.

They had to be cautious when eating, and live in fear even when using the restroom. If they weren't outmatched by him, they would have already swarmed him and given him a Face-Shattering Kick.

Seeing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Talia quickly tried to calm everyone down. "Everyone, please be quiet. We will definitely provide an explanation."

They couldn't afford not to resolve this. It was unknown when The Ninja Master would return.

If he came back to find everyone gone, and they were held accountable, they might lose their eligibility to inherit the League of Assassins.

Relatively speaking, eliminating Allen was a trivial matter, at most deserving a symbolic scolding.

The sisters, who were usually rivals, achieved a rare moment of tacit cooperation.

As night fell.

Inside the base, lights were out for rest.

In the darkness, two figures crept towards Allen's room.

They pushed the door open smoothly and tiptoed to the bedside.

Moonlight cast from outside the window illuminated the silhouette of a person on the bed.

"Strike!"

Swish...

The sword was drawn, and its gleam reflected in the moonlight.

A sharp sword light slashed out like a silver-white ribbon, cutting through the bulging quilt, causing goose down to fly everywhere.

The base was located in a snowy mountain, with temperatures perpetually below zero. It was essential to have down quilts; otherwise, one could freeze to death in their sleep.

One sword strike after another, as if venting the pent-up frustration of recent days.

They couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and lived in fear even when using the restroom. Life was unbearable.

As they continued to slash, the sisters couldn't help but reveal smiles of satisfaction and cruelty on their faces.

That feeling of revenge served and utter relief was simply exhilarating.

However, as they kept cutting, they realized something was wrong.

How did another person join them in the slashing?

Weren't they supposed to be the ones carrying out the assassination? Had someone else gotten involved?

For a moment, they stopped their actions and stared at the extra person.

Using the moonlight, they clearly saw his profile.

Hiss...

It was Allen!

"Why did you stop?"

Allen asked, confused. "What are you guys playing? Can I join?"

Are you crazy? We're here to assassinate you, and you want to join? Then who are we supposed to assassinate?

Nyssa's mouth twitched. "Shouldn't you be in bed sleeping?"

"Who says sleeping has to be done in bed?"

Indeed, there was no rule that one had to sleep in bed.

Considering Allen's unusual behavior, it was entirely possible for him to do something illogical.

"Roar~"

Allen suddenly realized. "You two wicked women are here to kill me."

The next moment, two sharp swords were pressed against their necks.

It was too fast.

So fast they didn't have time to react.

Nyssa explained in panic, "Calm down, we were just playing around."

"Allen, we're really just playing with you."

Talia quickly chimed in.

Failing to ambush and being counter-killed was their own fault if it got out. In fact, The Ninja Master wouldn't help them seek revenge; he'd probably find it incredibly embarrassing.

Although the Lazarus Pit could revive him, the problem was that the Blade of Redemption was lost. Resurrecting him with it would likely turn him into a bloodthirsty, rampaging monster, which was naturally not the outcome they desired.

Furthermore, if the time of death exceeded twenty-four hours, it would be beyond saving. After all, everything had its limits.

"Take off your clothes, heh heh heh..."

"..."

Had the fool finally seen sense?

Or was he harboring ill intentions, lusting after her?

Before long.

Talia and Nyssa emerged from the room, wrapped in bedsheets, their faces showing a mix of relief and disappointment.

A madman was still a madman; one couldn't understand him with ordinary logic.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Allen was happily singing and dancing in a women's martial arts uniform.

"Kuang li kuang, yi kuang kuang, kuang li kuang, yi kuang kuang, the sun sets west, the sky turns black, ai ai ai..."

What ill intentions could Allen possibly have?

He was merely lost in his own mental world.

A helicopter hovered above the snowy mountain, and three figures leaped out.

The members of the base were tearful; they had waited for the Ninja Master's return.

The past month had felt like an eternity.

Ra's al Ghul brought back the future Batman and Green Arrow, immediately receiving a warm welcome from all the members.

"Father, you're finally back."

"Welcome back, Father."

Nyssa and Talia led the welcoming party, their expressions eager, as if they had important matters to discuss.

However, the topic concerned Allen, and they worried he might overhear if they spoke openly.

"Boss, you're back."

Allen swung over, holding the Grappling Hook Claws.

This sight made Ra's al Ghul frown. Why was this guy still here? He had even learned how to use grappling hooks.

Bruce and Oliver's faces now showed the sharp, defined features of youth, not yet having grown into the eccentric, middle-aged men they would become.

Seeing Allen's strange attire, they both felt a surge of curiosity at the same moment.

Within the League of Assassins, members respectfully referred to the Ninja Master as their leader. For someone to run out shouting "Boss" was truly out of place.

Ra's al Ghul subconsciously ignored Allen, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Allen, what's for dinner tonight?"

Nyssa had a flash of inspiration, using this as an excuse to send Allen away so she could report on recent events.

"Don't worry, I've watched The Complete Chinese Chef. I can make curry even out of a pile of shit. Just wait and enjoy some Ganges Cuisine."

"Yee-haw..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen swung away on his grappling hook towards the base.

Once they confirmed Allen was long gone, Nyssa recounted their recent hardships in detail.

The more Ra's al Ghul listened, the more his veins bulged on his forehead. He became increasingly certain that this child could not be allowed to continue. If left unchecked, the entire Snow Mountain Base would likely fall apart.

"The Four-Party Summit is approaching. Let Allen represent the League of Assassins, and while he's at it, have him go to Silent Hill to retrieve the Blade of Redemption."

The meticulous Ra's al Ghul devised a plan.

Everyone present immediately understood the Ninja Master's intentions. Given Allen's personality, he was bound to offend all three parties. At that point, the League of Assassins could unilaterally distance themselves and use the three parties to deal with Allen.

It had to be said, the Ninja Master was truly cunning.

The four parties were ostensibly cooperating, but in reality, they viewed each other as rivals. Eventually, they would turn against each other, and the interests involved were not that significant.

As for the Blade of Redemption, Ra's al Ghul didn't mind making the trip himself afterward.

"Who is willing to accompany Allen on this trip?"

When Ra's al Ghul asked, everyone took a step back in unison.

They couldn't wait to get as far away from Allen as possible and were certainly not willing to risk going with him. What if the other three parties, in their anger, decided to silence everyone who accompanied him?

Bruce and Oliver looked around in confusion, a circle of empty space forming around them, isolating them. They felt a sense of impending doom.

Ra's al Ghul gave them no chance to refuse. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders and said righteously, "I am very pleased that you are willing to make this trip. I hope you return safely. The organization will not forget your contributions."

Bruce: "..."

Oliver: "..."