DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"Alan, you betrayed Batman?" Pamela's eyes were full of disbelief. Just before, he had been filled with a righteous enthusiasm to save Gotham, but now, he had suddenly turned around and stood on the side of the enemy.

"Young lady, when you're out there trying to make a living, it doesn't matter who you associate with. The most important thing is to find a strong enough supporter." Alan showed no signs of guilt, admitting it very frankly.

"You take it all for granted. It makes me feel… strange," Pamela said dejectedly.

"We're all adults here. Don't be so naive." Alan flicked his hair and said coolly, "Back when I was with the Corleone family, I got compromising video of the hot-headed Sonny Corleone with his brother Michael's wife, Kay. I used it to frame them both, but the whole time I was an undercover agent for the FBI. When it all fell apart, I met with the family's consigliere, Tom Hagen, on a rooftop. I asked him if he could give me a chance, telling him I wanted to be a good person. He just told me to "go tell it to the judge." So, I went to find the Owl Judge.

"…"

Pamela was in a daze, not understanding a single word. It was a dizzying web of betrayal and counter-betrayal, a narrative so convoluted even a large intestine wouldn't dare to wrap itself in such a way.

"Comedic Bat, let's take care of this woman together," Frost suggested. After all, the fact that Pamela Isley, the Poison Ivy girl, was able to develop a reversal serum was like a ticking time bomb. Only by dealing with it as soon as possible could they feel at ease.

"Killing her would be such a waste, hehehe…" There was a sense of vulgarity mixed in with Alan's frivolous smile. Everyone looked at Pamela's curvy figure, delicate facial features, and red hair and immediately understood what he meant, smiling lewdly.

"No! I would rather die than let you succeed!" Pamela was so frightened that she was at a loss, and her body began to glow green to protect herself. Of course, she was just using her special ability to make her entire body full of poison to avoid being contaminated and violated.

"What are you laughing at?" Alan's expression became solemn and righteous. "I just wanted to use her as bait to lure out Batman. How can you be so filthy-minded!"

"…"

Yes, their minds were dirty. It was completely misleading due to Alan's obscene expression. It did make sense. Poison Ivy was the only one who could develop a reversal serum. Batman would definitely find a way to rescue her. All they needed to do was spread the news and wait. And who, among them, could accurately locate Batman?

"Without further delay, I will perform the Blood God Ceremony first." Frost couldn't hide the excitement on his face; he had long dreamed of the Blood God's possession. By then, even if he couldn't defeat the ancestor Lilith, he could at least pin the Thirteen Princes to the ground. Then, he would lead the half-blood army to create a whole new era.

"You've drunk too much blood. You're blood-drunk," Alan couldn't help but sneer.

Frost's face changed instantly. It's true that you helped a lot, but that's no reason for you to show off. I am the leader of the half-bloods; don't I have any dignity?

Alan pulled over a chair, sat down, and gave his three Robins a look. Immediately, the three of them began to massage his legs and shoulders.

"We are the villains. Can we please use our brains?" Alan began to talk loudly. "If you hold the ceremony without any preparation, you will just be waiting for Batman to mess things up. This guy is very insidious. If he bombards you with a missile, you won't even have time to cry."

"What do you think we should do?" Frost couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The criminals in Gotham City were smart, no wonder they could stand on their own when they were sent out. Wow… look at that professionalism! So professional!

"It's simple. Little Green here is tied to the rooftop of the building to attract 'Bats's attention, and Deathstroke will hold him back. You release the hybrid army, and they wreak havoc throughout Gotham. Even if Batman pulls his hands away, he still needs to save the people and will have no time to care about you." Alan had a smug look on his face, and the plan he described shocked both the Owl Judge and Frost.

This guy was born to be a villain.

"Great!" the Owl Judge lamented. "No matter what Batman decides, he won't have time to stop us. He will definitely rescue Poison Ivy first to redevelop the serum, and then he will have to start rescuing the citizens. Even if he knows our location, he will be powerless to do anything."

"So, what do you do?" Frost asked.

"I won't interfere. I'll let my three Robins play with him. Hehehe…" Alan let out a creepy laugh, and the three Robins laughed similarly. Looking at the Gotham F4's appearance, they were all terrified.

Night fell. The Bat-Signal cast a shadow of the bat symbol on the dark clouds.

"Alan, can you put me down? The light is so hot on my back, hiss…" Pamela was tied to the searchlight, her body fixed in a way that formed a bat shape.

Alan lay down beside the lamp and consoled her, "Little Green, hold on for a while. I'll turn off the light once 'Bats' comes."

"Alan, please don't do this. The entire city of Gotham will be ruined because of it," Pamela pleaded.

"What nonsense." Alan said sternly, "Once you enter the gate of sin, it is as deep as the sea. Don't try to persuade the prodigal to turn back."

"What do you want?" Pamela really couldn't understand it. It didn't make any sense.

Alan looked at her innocently. "I'm a mentally ill person. Do I need a reason?"

"…"

For a moment, Pamela forgot that he was mentally ill and could never do things according to common sense. On the side, Deathstroke was terrified, completely unable to predict the thoughts of a mentally ill man. When dealing with superheroes like Batman, at least there were clues to follow, and one could find weaknesses that could be targeted, but it was impossible to guess what was going on in the mind of a psychopath.

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the sky. Batman had arrived. Immediately, Deathstroke stepped forward to fight.

Snap!

Alan turned off the searchlight, watched the fight between the two for a while, and then left quietly. At the same time, hundreds of vampires emerged in various locations throughout Gotham City. Their eyes were red, and they had lost their minds. They had been imprisoned for quite some time and were already extremely hungry and thirsty. As soon as they rushed into the city, they caught people and sucked their blood, even breaking into residents' homes to attack them. All of Gotham's police forces were wiped out within an hour.

Prompts from teammates kept coming through the communicator.

"Master, the number of calls to the police is increasing. Vampires are spreading all over the place."

"Bruce, the vampires are just like zombies. They spread from person to person, and they're not afraid of firearms. Gotham will fall within one night."

"Master, I found Penguin and Riddler on the rooftop of the Kyle Building. They must be plotting something."

Bruce couldn't pull his hands away at all and didn't dare to be distracted for a moment as he faced Deathstroke.

"Batman, the facts are set in stone. You can't save this fallen city," Deathstroke taunted.

"Name a price and do something for me," Bruce asked, an idea forming in his mind.

Deathstroke flatly refused. "I will not accept employment from my enemies."

"Make an offer and release Poison Ivy."

"One hundred million."

"Deal."

The two stopped, and Bruce asked for the bank account number. Deathstroke hesitated for a moment, then decisively reported his account number, but in his heart, he was regretting that he had offered too little. After the transfer was completed, Deathstroke made a phone call to verify, put away his weapon, and turned around to retreat.

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