DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 150: Allen Has Become the Kind of Person He Hates

Gotham's night was far from peaceful, with brutal battles erupting in the darkness.

Drake clashed with Dracula.

Both were legendary figures in the hybrid world, respecting each other deeply and fighting with everything they had. The result was an extraordinarily intense confrontation.

Meanwhile, Morbius and the other two faced off against the purebloods.

The pureblood aristocrats were numerous, but the trio proved powerful and well-coordinated after a brief period of adjustment, quickly entering a state of seamless cooperation.

Orm took on a Talon warrior, freezing him on the spot and hiding nearby to await Commissioner Gordon's team before making his retreat.

Allen had already called ahead to notify Gordon, assigning him to clean up the battlefield.

At Blackgate Penitentiary, Bruce had funded the construction of cryo-cells specifically designed to imprison Talon warriors.

Gordon, having detained Talons more than once, was now highly experienced—he even had a freezer truck ready for transport.

Naturally, Allen wasn't idle either. He deployed all three Robins, excluding Nanaue.

Joker Arthur rallied his gang.

Penguin Cobblepot and Riddler Edward mobilized their men as well.

Their target: the Court of Owls, through a series of kidnappings of Gotham's wealthy elite.

Now that Dracula, Talon warriors, and purebloods were being handled by others, Allen set his sights on the Court of Owls.

They were, after all, just regular people. It would be overkill to get involved personally.

This was where Gotham's two major crime syndicates—Joker Gang and Penguin Gang—came in.

Previously, Allen had lacked the manpower to go after the Court, but now the situation had changed. Their countermeasures had all been tied down, leaving him free to act without restraint.

Besides, with that annoying Batman out of the picture, Allen was starting to let himself go.

Inside a dilapidated warehouse—

"Are you people insane? I'm Senator Magellan!"

The middle-aged senator stared fearfully at the thug in front of him wearing a Joker mask, unable to understand why the Joker Gang would target him.

He'd never wronged them—on the contrary, he'd even paid them for dirty work in the past.

And now, out of nowhere, he'd been abducted.

"You're exactly who we want."

Allen, wearing a robber's mask and casually chewing on a carrot, said coldly, "You rub me the wrong way. What's wrong with grabbing you to blow off some steam?"

"I-I haven't done anything to offend you! You can't treat me like this!"

Magellan nearly burst into tears. So he was just a scapegoat?

"Still mouthing off? I'll stab you to death. Thrust thrust thrust—"

"Aaaahhh—!"

Allen started jabbing the carrot at Magellan's belly, breaking it in half.

The senator screamed in terror, even though it was just a carrot—the fear was real.

Allen tossed aside the leafy remains, then pulled out the Redemption Blade from behind.

He pressed the rusty blade against Magellan's face and introduced it in a sinister tone: "See the rust? This here is a tetanus blade. One cut and you'll die from infection. Kekeke…"

"I'll pay! Let me talk to Arthur, I can buy my way out!"

Thinking fast, Magellan came up with an offer no criminal could resist.

But next to him, Arthur removed his Joker mask to reveal the iconic clown makeup—his expression awkwardly blank.

With Allen present, it was clear who was running the show.

Realizing this, Magellan forced a smile worse than a grimace and asked, "What do you want from me? I'll cooperate."

"Now that's the attitude. You made me show my cold, ruthless side."

Allen patted his chest dramatically and exhaled. "I almost scared myself."

Then, from his armpit, he pulled out another whole carrot and held it to Magellan's lips. "Have a cigar, friend. We're partners now."

Cold sweat soaked Magellan's temples. He could tell this man was unhinged, wildly unpredictable. So, wisely, he bit down on the carrot to avoid angering him again.

"Tell me everything you know about the Court of Owls. I'm very interested. Don't play dumb."

Allen gave a chilling laugh. "In fact, I hope you play dumb. Kekeke…"

Magellan immediately hesitated. It was clear he knew something but was afraid to say it.

"Knew we got the right guy—you're one of the Owls."

Allen grinned and pulled out a photo.

It showed a boy around five or six playing in a park. The photo was clearly taken covertly.

The moment he saw the child's face, Magellan's eyes widened in horror. "Please, don't hurt my son! He's innocent—he's only six! You can't—"

"Hurt him?"

Smack! Allen slapped the photo onto his face, fuming: "What kind of monsters do you think we are? We're principled criminals! We'd never hurt an innocent child. Shame on you for thinking that. I'm very disappointed."

Magellan let out a long sigh of relief.

At least these criminals had some kind of moral code. In this line of work, that made them practically saints.

"But your dear wife… now that's a different story."

Allen's tone shifted as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"No no no! I'll tell you everything. Just please—don't tell Connie. She doesn't know anything!"

Magellan crumbled completely.

The child in the photo was his illegitimate son.

Coming from a humble background, Magellan owed his political career entirely to his wife's resources.

If this ever got out, it would mean more than just losing his Senate seat. He'd be ruined and penniless.

America's wealthy were shrewd. Prenups were the norm, and infidelity meant losing everything.

And with no money, his mistress would ditch him in a heartbeat.

Allen asked righteously, "Senator Magellan, what's your view on the Court of Owls—a vile, insane organization?"

What could he say? They were powerful and deeply entrenched. Offending them was suicide.

But hearing Allen's implication, Magellan quickly adapted. "For the country, for the people—such evil must be physically eradicated!"

"Spoken like a true patriot. Congratulations, you've earned the approval of Gotham's Comedy Troupe."

Allen declared seriously, "As the head of the troupe, I hereby name you an honorary peripheral member."

"Thank you… for your trust, Mr. Troupe Leader." Magellan responded awkwardly.

The Comedy Troupe?

Seriously? Could they be any less professional?

Even Chaos Troupe would be better.

"Excellent. Every new member must complete an induction."

Allen brought over a chair, set up a video camera, and began a Q&A session.

He asked about the Court of Owls and the members Magellan knew.

It was clear he was collecting evidence.

With so many secrets already exposed, Magellan had no choice but to comply.

He'd spent his whole life climbing the social ladder—he couldn't afford a fall from grace.

He thought back to his childhood on a rural farm. That hardship had fueled his ambition.

After a thorough interrogation, Allen shut off the camera and waved his hand. "Untie our good senator."

"When can I go home?"

Magellan looked completely deflated, like a balloon with the air let out.

The more dirt they had on him, the closer he was to falling not just from power, but into a ditch.

"Don't be in such a rush."

Allen threw an arm around his shoulders. "You still need an ID photo for your membership card. Strip him."

"Strip me!?"

Magellan jumped back, clutching his chest like a maiden, tears brimming in his eyes. "I told you everything! Please don't—"

"What are you saying? It's just standard induction protocol."

Allen gave a signal, and the Joker gang instantly understood.

Under pressure, Magellan reluctantly undressed. Cameras clicked away as they forced him into poses—like a Playboy bunny.

When it was over, he put his clothes back on piece by piece, feeling like he'd just been violated by a gang of gorillas. He was utterly humiliated.

Allen flashed his teeth. "If you betray the Comedy Troupe, I'll mail three copies of this evidence to every major newspaper."

Magellan looked like his soul had left his body and nodded numbly.

Two Joker goons were ordered to take him home.

Allen removed his mask and turned to Arthur. "You know what to do, right?"

"Leave it to me, boss. I've got this."

Arthur grinned wickedly, back in his element.

Cobblepot and Edward were doing the same elsewhere.

If you can't destroy it head-on—then rot it from within and take over.

"The Court of Owls has infested Gotham… and now, the Comedy Troupe will infest them. Kekeke…"

Allen chuckled, but his smile slowly faded. His expression darkened.

"I've become the kind of person I used to hate."

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Half an hour later.

Magellan was dropped off at the kidnapping site.

He sat in his car, trying to compose himself, but didn't start the engine.

Scenes of humiliation played over and over in his mind until his emotions collapsed.

"I'm filthy… sob sob sob…"