Chapter 226 – Allen Encounters Agatha Again
"Where's my Shark Robin?"
Seeing no sign of his loyal Nanaue, Allen grew solemn. "Batman can't be without Robin. Likewise, the Comedic Bat cannot be without Shark Robin."
"He's playing with Morgan."
Tony pulled up the surveillance footage.
On screen, Nanaue was playing in the pool with little Morgan riding on his back.
Morgan clutched a calico cat in her arms, laughing nonstop.
"If he's spending time with my granddaughter Morgan, then that's fine. I can handle things on my own."
Seeing Nanaue so genuinely happy, Allen didn't have the heart to interrupt such a warm scene. For a moment, he felt he wasn't doing a great job as a host.
Tony had looked into Nanaue's background. The only criminal charge on record was stealing a dolphin from an aquarium, which caused a glass tank to shatter and led to the suffocation deaths of several marine animals.
Afterward, Nanaue stood trial and was sent to prison.
In short, he was utterly non-aggressive—like a single-celled organism.
If that weren't the case, Tony would never have let his beloved daughter near him.
In fact, if Nanaue were truly dangerous, Allen wouldn't have left him alone with Morgan either.
The group stepped through the portal.
Captain America, Black Widow, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Doctor Strange, Wong, and the Comedic Bat himself.
Just like how the Hulk tends to show up in major battles—
When it came to smaller problems, Hulk usually caused even bigger destruction.
War Machine was offering official support, though his abilities largely overlapped with Iron Man's.
At the time, S.W.O.R.D. agents had established a containment perimeter outside Westview.
The small town in the distance looked normal enough, but crossing the warning sign made one vanish instantly.
The director received a full briefing and then turned things over to the Avengers.
"It's a magical barrier."
Stephen observed the area with a spell and said grimly, "Their magic power far surpasses mine."
"Quit whining, baby. Don't be such a wimp."
Allen jumped in with a jab, then strode confidently toward Westview. He turned back and added, "If you're not happy about it, fight me. Who's afraid of who?"
The next moment, Allen seemed to pass through a bubble-like air wall and disappeared from sight.
"Is he always this intense?"
Tony glanced at Steve, who responded calmly, "You'll get used to it."
"Should we follow him?" Hawkeye asked hesitantly.
"Let's wait a bit before deciding."
Stephen was curious to see what the second-generation Sorcerer Supreme was really capable of.
Even if they had to wait a day with no outcome, it wouldn't be too late to check again.
…
In a hospital reeking of disinfectant and mold,
Allen slowly came to and found himself wrapped in bandages.
"That familiar feeling is back."
Unfazed, Allen broke into a confident grin. "Back when I was at Greenhill Rehabilitation Center, they used to tie me up just like this."
"Though the binding feels restrictive, it always ignites my rebellious spirit. The more I struggle, the more helpless I feel—and that's just so addictive."
Click click click…
The sound of high heels echoed, getting closer and closer.
A nurse approached Allen with a tray of medication and asked, "Don't be nervous. You're sick—you need treatment."
"What a shame."
"What is?"
Noticing Allen's disappointed expression, the nurse asked without much thought.
"It's a shame I didn't end up back at Greenhill. I still can't let go of my browser history."
"…"
Not long after, Allen stepped out of the hospital room—dressed in a nurse's uniform.
The real nurse had been tied up on the bed, left in only her underwear, securely bound.
Wearing a face mask, Allen crept down the eerily quiet hospital corridor.
It had the distinct vibe of a horror film.
As he passed a wall of portraits, one particular photo caught his attention.
In the position labeled "Director" was none other than Agatha.
"The person's right, but the plot's all wrong."
Following the directional signs, Allen soon found the director's office.
Knock knock knock…
"Come in."
Allen politely knocked and got a response.
He opened the door and stepped inside.
A figure stood at the desk, organizing documents.
Her mature charm remained intact—gold-rimmed glasses and a head of long gray hair gave her an unusual allure.
"Director, I've discovered a secret."
Allen's eyes sparkled mischievously. He lowered his voice as if revealing a major conspiracy.
"Who are you?"
The director looked up and saw a man wearing a woman's nurse uniform. Clearly not a hospital employee.
Click!
Allen locked the door behind him, removed his mask and nurse cap, and grinned wickedly. "Agatha, remember me?"
"I'm not Agatha. I don't know you."
The director reached for the desk phone—likely to call security to subdue what she assumed was an escaped mental patient.
After all, this was a psychiatric hospital. No doubt the lunatic had broken free.
"Still pretending?"
Allen slammed a hand down on the phone and growled, "Trying to deny you're just a mount?"
"A mount!?"
The director leaned back in panic. "Calm down! I'm an old woman—I can't take this kind of rough treatment! You'll kill me!"
Wham!
Allen punched her in the eye.
The director cried out in pain, covering her eye with tears streaming down her face. "Why did you hit me!?"
"You're under a chaos magic curse. I'm trying to purge it."
Wham!
Before she could react, Allen landed another punch.
With both eyes now in agony, the director could only cradle her face in misery.
"Help! Someone—!"
Just as she tried to scream, Allen clamped a hand over her mouth, puzzled. "Why isn't it working?"
"Wait, I've got it!"
He suddenly remembered the priest's purification spell—Cleansing Light—which dispels negative effects.
A moment later, a white light enveloped the director, calming her into docility.
"Allen!?"
Agatha's tearful eyes fluttered open. The soreness made it impossible to stop crying. She weakly asked, "Why do my eyes hurt so much?"
"There was a mental patient who attacked you. Luckily I was here in time to save you. No need to thank me." Allen spoke solemnly, shamelessly twisting the truth.
Rubbing her bruised eyes, Agatha muttered, "That mental patient was you, wasn't it…"
"Hey hey hey—falsely accusing a mental patient? Do you realize how deeply that wounds their fragile heart?"
Allen pouted, sighing. "You don't understand. You'll never understand."
He cast a healing spell to treat the bruises around her eyes.
The two of them sat down face to face in a now calm setting.
Allen took the lead. "Are you here to steal the Scarlet Witch's magic?"
"I don't need to steal anyone's magic. I'm a full-fledged Sorcerer Supreme–level spellcaster. Why would I need to peek at someone else's magic?" Agatha explained, then added, "I detected violent traces of chaos magic, so I led my witch coven here to investigate."
Her voice trailed off.
No need to ask—clearly, the entire witch coven had been mentally rewritten within Westview.
"Did you discover anything?"
"No."
All Agatha remembered was entering Westview. As for what happened afterward—or how long she was there—it was all a blank.
"Last question."
Allen leaned in with a sly grin. "How's that Silence Staff I gave you working out?"
"…"
Instantly, a flood of unpleasant memories surged up in Agatha's mind.