DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"Stevie!"

Alan's face squeezed into the video frame as he waved frantically.

Steve instinctively raised a hand to slam the disconnect button, but Alan stopped him. "Don't you dare hang up. If you hang up on me, I will fly directly to Stark Tower and find you."

Suddenly, Steve froze, his hand hovering over the console. He asked, his voice full of weary resignation, "What is it, Alan?"

For a moment, everyone else in the base was shocked.

They really know each other.

"Explain to them who I am." Alan was incredibly smug, his hands on his hips, waiting for Steve to sing his praises.

"You're Alan." Steve couldn't figure out what was going on. They were all in this together; didn't they already know each other's backgrounds?

Alan reiterated, "I mean, my identity in S.H.I.E.L.D. during World War II."

"During World War II?" Steve recalled. "S.H.I.E.L.D. weapons expert, commando team member. What's wrong? Is there a problem?" It was ancient history. He didn't understand the point of bringing it up again.

"Hey, hey, hey… you all heard him. I wasn't talking nonsense, was I?" Alan looked at everyone with a triumphant expression, as if the word "awesome" were tattooed across his forehead.

Bruce wasn't surprised. They had met in the League of Assassins. Logically, Alan should be middle-aged by now, but he still looked young, which meant there was something else going on. But for his history to trace back to World War II was another matter entirely. Under normal circumstances, he would be in his seventies or eighties. Captain America had been frozen, so his body had remained unchanged, a fact mainly attributed to the super-serum. S.H.I.E.L.D. had conducted a comprehensive physical examination on him and concluded that the Dionysus Factor had also played a major role; otherwise, he might not have been successfully resurrected.

Eric was shocked beyond belief. From World War II to the present, Alan was a veteran of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Fury himself would have to be respectful when he saw him. Damian looked disappointed, the satisfying scene of Alan being humiliated having failed to materialize. As for Pamela, no one cared about the changes in her expression.

"Steve, have you seen Bucky?" Alan asked casually.

Steve sighed. "Bucky's situation is terrible. He's been living in hiding, worried that Hydra will find him and use him to commit more crimes."

"You could try Professor X. His psychic abilities might be able to help," Alan suggested.

"Maybe. It's worth a try." Steve said, "I'm hanging up now if you have nothing else to do."

The screen went black.

Stark Tower.

Tony Stark, who had been hiding just out of frame, let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God he didn't mention the Stark Industries shares." When Howard had founded Stark Corporation, he had given Alan 30% of the shares. Now, they would be worth more than ten billion dollars. However, after several rounds of financing and dilution, only 15% of the shares remained, all of which were managed by Tony. Combined with his own shares, he had full control over the huge business empire.

"Don't read too much into it. Alan is your uncle's generation, after all," Steve said.

Tony was so depressed he almost vomited blood. If Alan was from his uncle's generation, and Steve was from the same generation, that would make him the junior.

"You've developed quite a sharp tongue. Did you learn that from him?" Tony asked, eyeing Steve suspiciously.

"Not much. Just a little."

Inside the base, Alan had no idea that he was a billionaire. The matter of the shares had long since been thrown out of the window and was not taken to heart at all. At the time, he hadn't taken it seriously, and after experiencing a series of events, he had forgotten about it completely.

"'Bats, I have a piece of information. The vampires may have locked up the citizens in a warehouse in the suburbs. Please analyze which location would be suitable." The information from the female vampire still needed to be verified, but it was just a matter of making one more trip.

Bruce took out the map of Gotham City and analyzed the possible locations by comparing the information.

Alan recounted the whole story in detail, adding some embellishments. "My beloved sold out her own kind for me and watched the sunrise with me. She was willing to give up her long life just to pursue a moment of sweet memory. This feeling is too heavy, too overwhelming." Clenching his fists, Alan tried hard to squeeze out a few tears.

Damian guessed the truth. "I'm afraid you forced her to watch the sunrise, didn't you?"

"Hey… you little brat, you're so cold." Alan suddenly felt ashamed and retorted, "You little witch, you don't understand love."

"…"

So hurtful. He had actually called him a witch. Damian's face instantly turned red with anger, and after a long moment, he managed to say, "You can keep imitating Batman, but you will never have a Robin to accompany you."

"I don't have a Robin!?" Alan's eyes widened as he repeated the words. "I don't have a Robin!" His expression seemed irritated, and his eyes darted back and forth. At this moment, Pamela looked over, watching the madman and the child bickering with interest. By chance, their eyes made contact.

Alan looked at Pamela, a nasty smile spreading across his face.

Oh no. He's coming for me!

Pamela turned around and pretended to be busy. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Alan standing beside her. She asked in panic, "What are you doing?"

"Robin, my Robin, hehehe…" Alan let out a creepy laugh, his hands reaching for his armpits.

"Alan, calm down! We have no grudges against each other! Don't do anything rash!" Pamela kept backing away nervously, while Alan pressed forward, a marker in his hand.

"Stop!"

Unfortunately, how could a mere woman resist Alan, whose strength was measured in tons? Alan was seen painting on Pamela's face with a marker, and soon he announced with satisfaction, "My Poison Ivy Robin."

Pamela looked aggrieved. Alan had drawn a black domino mask around her eyes. So embarrassing. So shameful. Robin is the most annoying person in the world. Pamela covered her mouth, wanting to cry but unable to, feeling completely hopeless about life.

Damian, who had witnessed the whole process, grimaced in disgust. If that could be considered a Robin, then what was he? Sure enough, the world of the mentally ill was truly incomprehensible.

"I have a clue," Bruce said, completing his analysis. He marked the locations consistent with where citizens might be held captive. "There are three locations. It's obvious they want us to split up and defeat them one by one."

Alan narrowed his eyes and said proudly, "I am very smart. I saw through their conspiracy at a glance."

"There may be three warehouses. I've already invited Green Arrow to help." Bruce, who was always cautious, had considered the possibility that alerting the vampires might cause them to take extreme actions, so he had invited a like-minded friend to help.

"Green Arrow is coming to Gotham? Isn't that going to be quite lively?" Alan couldn't help but yearn, "It would be great if Her Royal Highness the Princess could come. I've been away for so long, she must be heartbroken. Oh, my damn, addictive charm."

"Who is the Princess?" Bruce asked.

"Diana."

Bruce asked in disbelief, "You know each other?"

"What's so strange about that? During World War II, we all served in the commando team together, so it was natural for us to develop feelings for each other. I was also the first man to land on Paradise Island and go back to her parents' home to meet my mother-in-law. Is there any problem with that?" Alan said with a beaming face.

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