American comics: This guy is crazy

At the end of the day's work, Barbara drags her exhausted body, feeling that the hard work outweighs the crime.

I couldn't help but blame the viciousness of the capitalists and their shameless behavior of squeezing the people at the bottom.

However, capitalists are an indispensable part of society and do not need superheroes to punish them. There are various human rights organizations that will come forward to defend their rights.

"I really wish I could have a hot bite."

Barbara took out the keys and carried the fresh food she had bought. There was a mentally ill person at home who needed to be taken care of. She couldn't help but think of how she was often responsible for cooking when she was with Nightwing.

"What are you thinking about? It seems like Allen and I are together."

Shake your head slightly to get rid of the absurd thoughts.

Click!

Insert the key into the hole and push the door open.

What came into view was the four Birds of Prey team and Allen sitting around the dining table, looking at him in unison.

"You are all here!"

Barbara smiled and said: "Then help me deal with the ingredients."

"No need, Alan made delicious food."

Harley couldn't wait to open the thermal cover, revealing the steaming beef fried buns.

As the saying goes, we share blessings and share disasters.

During the day, if they make a fool of themselves, they must prank Barbara.

"Alan, can you cook?"

Barbara cast an incredulous look, looking up and down with a hint of suspicion.

whispering sound…

Allen looked up at the ceiling at an angle of four or five degrees with an arrogant look on his face, and said to himself: "Should I tell you that I once served as an executive chef in the Assassin's League, and also opened a franchise restaurant chain in the Mutant Academy? Please Don’t just care about my great appearance, in fact, I have many dazzling places.”

As he spoke, Allen lifted up his hospital gown, exposing his belly button, and said very proudly: "For example, my belly button is pink. Isn't it so tender and cute?"

"..."

The girls really looked at him meaningfully and then looked away.

Sure enough, after living with mental illness for a long time, my brain circuit became a little abnormal.

Among them, Black Canary Dinah took a deep look at Allen, and suddenly remembered that the other person seemed to have really been in the Assassin's League.

She had been with Oliver the Arrow, and had joined the League of Assassins for a time, so she more or less knew things.

So far, the highest bounty target of the Assassin League is Allen.

Just for a moment, there was no connection between the two.

"Stop working so hard, come over and eat while it's hot."

Pamela stepped forward and pulled Barbara to sit down, expecting to see her embarrassed.

Harry couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, imagining the embarrassing scene where Barbara had soup splashing all over her face.

"I feel weird."

Barbara grabbed a beef fried bun and looked at her companion suspiciously.

"You can question my purity and chastity, but you can't question my cooking skills."

Allen looked up at the ceiling arrogantly, not daring to look at him, looking guilty, but his nervous look covered up Barbara's doubts.

"We've all eaten it, so we saved it for you to try." Helena helped.

"The relationship is great, thank you very much."

To be honest, after a busy day, Barbara really didn't want to cook anymore. Although the white rice was simple and easy to eat, the taste was so overwhelming that it made her already bad mood even worse.

With a pair of expectant eyes, Barbara gently took a bite of the fragrant beef fried buns.

"Ah, my eyes."

"Why did you cum in my hair again?"

"Splashing out this time?"

"..."

The expected thing didn't happen.

As a result, stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice.

The soup from the fried beef buns splashed out and onto the faces and hair of the four girls, who once again fell into a state of confusion.

What's going on? The plot doesn't develop as planned?

The four women looked questioningly at Allen's seat.

At some point, the seats were empty.

"what happen?"

At this time, Allen got out from under the table and reproached with an innocent expression on his face: "I was really careless. I got wet and sticky again. Let me wipe it for you."

As he spoke, Allen reached into his hospital pants.

Seeing this, the four women suddenly stood up and distanced themselves.

"Alan, what do you want to do?"

Pamela's first thought was that she wanted to take off her underwear and use it as a towel to wipe them.

"Get a tissue, or else?" Allen responded cowardly.

Sure enough, he pulled out one end of the paper towel roll from his pants, and kept pulling it out with both hands, and then pulled it longer and longer until it was all gone in one breath.

"Why do you put a roll of paper towels in your crotch?" Dinah asked with wide eyes.

Suddenly, Allen showed an intriguing smile and said shyly: "I am building a nest to hatch chicks and evolve into Kunpeng."

"..."

I finally admitted that I was young.

Poor little man.

The eyes of the four women became sympathetic, and they no longer blamed the prank just now.

Naturally, they could see that it must be Allen's manipulation, which made them make a fool of themselves again.

"Na na na..., what kind of look is this? I'm very big and I often get troubled by this."

Allen strongly defended: "My patients gave me the nickname Amazon Anaconda, and I was embarrassed to say it."

However, the eyes of the four women became more and more pitiful.

Explanation is a cover-up. No man is ever willing to admit that he is small.

"It seems that you don't believe it. I can only release the giant python to scare you young people."

Allen, who has always wanted to be strong in his life, immediately took off his pants.

"I believe you, I believe everything you say." Harley smiled sarcastically and made little movements with her gestures.

"I'm no longer alive. I don't have the face to see anyone anymore."

Allen walked quickly and ran to the toilet to sulk.

Why is it a small step? It's just because my pants are halfway down and I can't take a step forward.

What's going on?

Barbara was confused from beginning to end. In the originally harmonious atmosphere, Allen suddenly broke through.

"This beef fried bun is very delicious. Would you like to have one?"

"No thanks."

When they saw the fried beef buns, the four women became angry.

Bang!

Allen pushed open the toilet door, with his crotch pushed up high, and he cast a look of contempt with a proud look on his face.

"You shouldn't have stuffed the paper casing of the roll of paper towels inside, right?" Dinah bluntly exposed the disguise.

"No one else, it's always been like this." Allen said stubbornly.

"Why don't you dare to look at each other? Are you feeling guilty?" Harley took the opportunity to ask.

snort…

Allen snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "I can't tolerate a grain of sand in my eyes."

There was a bang.

A shadow shattered the glass and hit the dining table through the window.

It was a batarang standing sideways.

"Batman!"

Harley's neck shrank and her eyes wandered left and right, trying to find the Dark Knight hiding in the darkness.

After all, he has dealt with many times in Gotham.

"Aba has come to New York. It must be because I am not in charge of Gotham and I can't suppress the situation. He is such a careless guy."

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and vowed: "I don't have a funny suit, but it doesn't prevent me from taking on the identity of Bateman."