DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

On the rooftop of the Kyle Building, Edward and Cobblepot crouched next to a small rocket.

"It's really gratifying that Batman has come to this," Cobblepot said.

"That's right. Batman used to be so majestic, but now he is so utterly humiliated." Gotham's most peculiar duo was genuinely happy to see Batman in such a state. On weekdays, after all, Bruce beat up criminals pretty badly.

"Shut up, you two." Hidden in a corner and eavesdropping, Damian appeared from the side. He had vaguely heard them talking about launching a biological rocket and had caught them ridiculing his father. He couldn't help but step forward.

"Fire quickly!" Edward pressed the button. Flames burst out from the rocket thrusters.

"I can't forgive you." Damian pulled a dart from his waist and threw it at the rocket. The darts were magnetically attached to the rocket's surface.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded in midair. The rocket's propulsion unit was damaged, and it lost balance, crashing straight into a building. Then, a more violent explosion enveloped the surface of the building.

"There's more than one rocket." Cobblepot pointed to another rocket rising in the distance.

"What are you doing?" Damian demanded. With his weapons already in his hands, he approached the Riddler and the Penguin step by step. Unexpectedly, they were already standing on the edge of the rooftop. Edward put his arms around Cobblepot's neck, and the latter held his umbrella with one hand and hugged the other's legs with the other.

"Hehehe… Goodbye, Robin." The umbrella was used as a parachute, carrying the two of them to a distant place. This specially made umbrella not only provided upward thrust but also emitted jets around the edge to control its direction.

Damian could only rage helplessly on the rooftop.

At this moment, Arthur the Clown was on the rooftop of another building, remotely controlling a rocket launch.

"It's so fun, hehehe…" Just as his finger was about to press the button, an arrow hit the remote.

Green Arrow arrived in time to stop the Joker's insane behavior.

"Hehehe… Are you here to stop me?" Arthur stroked his pigtails calmly, his signature smile on his face. "What a pity! The rockets placed everywhere have timers. Even without me starting them myself, they will still be launched when the time comes."

Oliver didn't waste any time. He took a step forward and knocked Arthur down with the strong bow in his hand.

Boom!

Suddenly, fireworks lit up the night sky. The rocket exploded in the clouds, turning into brilliant fireworks that illuminated the already chaotic city.

Arthur did not resist and said to himself, "It's too late. It's too late for you."

"Tell me what you know!" Oliver shouted angrily.

"Hehehe… You all lost. Only the Comedic Bat and our three Robins are the winners, hehehe…" Arthur answered the question irrelevantly, his laughter becoming more and more insane.

In a secret location, the Court of Owls and its priests were performing a dark ritual. Inviting the vampires to invade Gotham was just a cover-up so that Batman wouldn't have the extra energy to stop them. The blood sacrifice of eighty-one people to strengthen the connection between the dark multiverse had been ongoing, held every nine days since the tragedy of the Twin Towers. In the center was a bat totem with nine people tied around it. The priest separated their wrists one by one, allowing the blood to flow along the blood grooves on the surface of the stone pile and into the magic runes on the ground.

Life is the foundation, and fear is the guide. It allowed Barbatos, the ruler of the dark multiverse, to more accurately lock onto the coordinates of the positive-matter universe. Faint energy fluctuations emanated from the totem.

At this time, the members of the Court of Owls showed fanaticism behind their masks. According to legend, in the distant ancient times, human vision and hearing were different from those of modern people. They could see supernatural things, and thus many incredible ancient books were passed down. For example, the Eastern Classic of Mountains and Seas described many bizarre creatures and capitals. But according to world geography, we can match it to the various regions in the book, but we cannot find the creatures and races recorded in the book. Of course, there are two special groups of people in the world. The first type is people who are born with no limitations in their vision and hearing. They can observe existence beyond their cognition. They are congenitally awakened and are likely to become mages and wizards. The second type is those who have experienced a serious illness and suddenly recovered miraculously. This is an acquired awakening, and they usually become shamans and priests.

At this time, all the blood on the sacrifice had flowed out. Above the totem, there was a darkness, and an eye suddenly opened. He fixed his gaze on the devout priest and bestowed upon him a dark power.

In the Blood Clan's sanctuary, Alan swaggered in, rubbing against the vampire babes with both hands. The two female vampires had expressions of disgust on their faces. There was a smell of garlic on his body that made their nostrils uncomfortable, and they had no interest in sucking his blood.

"Boss Frost." Alan was wearing sunglasses, holding a sausage in his mouth, and had a social look on his face. He said, "When you become rich, don't forget me."

"Rest assured," Frost promised readily. "I can successfully complete the ceremony. You have made an indispensable contribution, and I promise to give you a prosperous life when the time comes."

"Haha… I like dealing with straightforward people."

Mmm, mmm…

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Alan kissed the two female vampires on their faces in a lewd manner, leaving two burn marks on their lips. The two women struggled to break free from his embrace in pain.

"I like coffee with garlic, but I hate it so much. Nowadays, even prostitutes choose their clients when they go out to work." Alan held the sausage between his fingers, exhaled as if he were smoking a cigar, and said unhappily, "Boss Frost, the girls in your club are ignorant."

"…"

Frost smiled awkwardly. "I'll arrange for someone more sensible for you later."

"Exquisite." Alan took another bite of sausage and strode over to the dying Eric. The weak Blade Warrior suddenly regained his strength, bared his fangs, and said fiercely, "Traitor, I will tear you into pieces."

"He's still very new." Alan took a bite of the sausage and blew out toward Eric. Suddenly, he leaned back, holding his breath because the smell of garlic was too much for him.

"Brother, just get out there and talk about loyalty. How childish, hahahaha…" Alan laughed particularly loudly, and the vampires watching around him laughed along.

Eric's eyes gleamed with anger. If he hadn't been betrayed, he wouldn't have ended up like this. All of this was thanks to Alan.

"I really don't like your rebellious look." After that, Alan took off his sunglasses and put them on Eric, saying with satisfaction, "It looks much better now." He stepped aside and watched Frost order the ceremony to begin. The blood that had been collected earlier poured along the grooves and ditches, quickly covering the ritual array. Sharp metal spikes pierced Eric's limbs as he was tied to the stone pillars.

"Oh, oh… so exciting." Alan gloated and spoke to the female vampire next to him, who responded with an awkward smile, obviously not wanting to pay any attention to the madman.

"If it hurts, just scream," Alan shouted at Eric. "The worst that can happen is that everyone will laugh at you."

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