Chapter 143: Allen Forms a Non-Human Team

Chapter 143: Allen Forms a Non-Human Team

Cough cough...

Allen awkwardly fastened his belt and looked at the four stunned Robins nearby. Putting on his most serious face, he bluffed, "A spider crawled into my pants. You have to believe me."

"Nanaue believes in Master."

Nanaue had drawn a black circle around his eyes as a makeshift Robin mask.

As for why Allen didn't call in his usual comedy troupe—it was raining outside, and the makeup would've run.

"Good boy, my most loyal Shark Robin."

Allen gave Nanaue an approving nod. "I promise I'll find you a pink dolphin."

"Yay! Nanaue likes pink dolphins!"

Nanaue waved his arms around in joy.

Joker, Riddler, and Penguin looked on helplessly. Another fool in the team—things were getting more and more absurd.

"Back to business."

Everyone gathered around the metallic conference table as Allen said solemnly, "Gotham's in trouble again. Batman and his not-so-bright brain got duped by the Meow Court of Owls…"

"Shouldn't it be 'Court of Owls'?" Edward asked, confused.

"'Meow Court of Owls' sounds a bit more derpy. It's my way of mocking them."

Allen continued, "They brought in Count Dracula and lured in the purebloods. From our brief interaction, it's clear those two groups don't get along. I think it's time we formed an anti-vampire team."

"We've beaten vampires before. You saying we can't handle them again?" Cobblepot scoffed.

Last time the vampires invaded, they had turned the tide, and since then, he no longer saw vampires as that terrifying.

"They can fly. And use magic," Allen added.

"I now fully support Batman the Funny's plan to form a superhuman team," Cobblepot said, immediately switching sides.

Mixed-bloods were too easy, and that overconfidence had inflated his ego—until he heard "flight" and "magic." The mood shift was immediate.

Everyone here was a regular human. Faced with hacks like that, retreat was the only rational response.

"Dracula alone is already a headache. Add the purebloods and the Talon Legion, and I suspect Bats tossed me this mess on purpose. And it's just us—no reinforcements."

Allen sensed the threat Dracula posed, so for once, he wasn't being reckless.

He wasn't afraid of dying and could escape intact.

But Joker, Riddler, and Penguin? Not so much.

"Maybe we could contact the Justice League or the Avengers? They wouldn't just sit by," Edward suggested.

"I disagree."

Allen looked stubborn. "Batman the Funny has a reputation to uphold. If I go begging others for help, I'll look useless."

"…"

Truth be told, the others didn't think Allen's reputation was all that big anyway. But since they wouldn't be fighting directly this time, they didn't feel pressured and let him do his thing.

"Unita Sun Sun."

"I'm here."

At his call, the AI Unita appeared beside him.

Allen thought for a moment and asked, "I want a list. Strictly non-humans. No superheroes with no-kill rules. And mentally… as normal as me."

"…"

Unita paused, uncertain if "normal like Allen" meant sane or not.

Soon, a holographic projection displayed a file.

Allen flipped through the pages, curious. "Unita Sun Sun, how do you even have this info?"

These weren't ordinary individuals. He didn't believe Old Baldy had stored this kind of data in Arkham Fortress in advance.

"I secretly connected to S.H.I.E.L.D., Checkmate, and other networks. I can pull any data I want—can even hack into Batman's computers," Unita said proudly.

Allen raised an eyebrow and asked darkly, "Could you remotely hijack Iron Man's suits? Or infect Cyborg's data center?"

"If you wish it, Commander, Unita can do it."

As she spoke, Unita puffed out her chest proudly—resulting in quite the visual ripple.

Cough cough… "We're righteous heroes. I was just asking."

Allen muttered sincerely, "Old Baldy's boy, you're such a filial child. Father is proud."

He quickly marked several candidates with his finger.

"Step one is done. Now let's plan for the crisis from the Dark Multiverse."

Allen tapped the table, and a virtual model appeared.

"Master, what's the Dark Multiverse Crisis?" Nanaue asked, fingers in his mouth and looking confused.

"Long story."

Allen explained in his own words: "A gateway to the Dark Multiverse is opening. We'll be facing all kinds of evil Batman variants. Imagine the whole Justice League, but every member is Batman—and evil. Plus, there's a big boss called the Bat God pulling strings behind the scenes."

Are you serious?

How could there be that many Batmen?

Everyone except Nanaue looked at Allen like he was nuts.

"Don't worry. Everything's under control. Unita Sun Sun, I want a custom anti-Justice-League suit. Analyze the specs. And make sure it looks cool."

"Yes, Commander."

Allen insisted on personally overseeing key functions. He was, after all, a certified alchemist—not just for show.

"Target number one: Vampire Drake. Coordinates: Sahara Desert."

A map appeared on the table, pinpointing the ancient vampire known to rival Dracula. The first known mutated hybrid vampire.

"But... how do we get from America to Africa?"

Allen turned to Unita, eyes wide, silently begging for a plan.

"Displaying quantum coordinates."

A second later, a holographic Earth model appeared, dotted with light points. Unita explained, "Arkham Fortress is equipped with quantum teleportation, with 365 global coordinates."

"Damn, that's badass."

Allen zoomed in on the Sahara Desert—sure enough, a teleport point was near their target. Though still several dozen kilometers away.

Just then, the table split open, revealing a display platform filled with models.

"Commander, these are travel tools miniaturized with Pym particles. Please choose freely."

There were submarines for underwater use, ships for the surface, multi-terrain vehicles, armed helicopters, and even a fighter jet capable of short-term space travel.

Turns out, this seemingly ordinary fortress was hiding a treasure trove.

Converted to cash, Allen's gear alone would land him on the global rich list.

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Sahara Desert

An endless ocean of golden sand.

Under the blazing sun, the surface of the dunes shimmered blindingly.

With a spatial distortion, five figures teleported in.

"Ahhh, it's too bright! My poor dog eyes are going blind!"

Allen covered his eyes and pulled out his sunglasses.

The four Robins had come prepared with theirs. Nanaue, lacking a proper fit, had sunshield plastic taped over his eyes.

They had warned Allen about the light—but he just had to challenge his own weakness.

A helicopter model lay on the ground. Allen pressed a Pym Particle control button, and it instantly grew back to full size.

"Time to show off some real skills."

Allen jumped into the cockpit and waved for the others to board.

They hesitated, unsure if Allen even knew how to fly. What if they crashed mid-air?

They reluctantly climbed in, watching as Allen poked around the controls like a curious toddler.

"How do I start this thing?"

Allen turned to Joker Robin.

Arthur forced out a smile more painful than crying. "Boss, maybe I should fly. I have experience."

"I found the switch!"

Allen pressed a red button.

BOOM!

A missile under the wing launched, exploding on a distant dune.

Edward and Cobblepot immediately clutched their seats, pressing themselves against the chairbacks for safety.

Nanaue strapped on two safety belts, recalling the last time Allen captained a deep-sea vessel.

With Arthur's help, the helicopter lifted off—albeit shakily, as if it could crash at any second.

"Don't worry, I've got the hang of this. Yeehaw!"

Allen yanked the control stick. The helicopter shot skyward.

He was having a blast. The rest were petrified—it felt like a roller coaster from hell.

"Yeehaw! I am the man who conquers the sky!"

The helicopter dove and then shot up again.

Moments later, he performed a full 360-degree aerial roll.

Bleugh!

Edward couldn't take it anymore. He leaned out and vomited a rainbow.

"Man, you're something else," he said to Cobblepot. "Not even a twitch."

"I… I peed."

Then they looked at Nanaue, who seemed totally unfazed.

"A demigod's child really is built different."

"Such a terrifying physique…"

Nanaue turned his head, dull-eyed.

"Ah?"

And promptly vomited his entire undigested breakfast.

Meanwhile, Allen was beaming. "Arthur, how's my flying?"

"Awesome! Amazing! Hahaha..."

Arthur couldn't stop laughing, tears pouring down his face.

He wanted to cry—but his laughter syndrome wouldn't let him.

"You're truly an optimistic soul—always smiling," Allen said with admiration.

The hell you mean optimistic.

My default setting is despair and madness.

Arthur realized that staying near Allen might just cure his mental illness—because by comparison, he actually felt normal.

Within the hour, they finally reached the heart of the desert and spotted ruined structures in the distance.

Exactly the place marked by their navigation—the prison of the vampire Drake.