Chapter 321: The Powerless Rage of Superman—Utterly Broken
Ding-dong, ding-dong…
"Who is it?"
A mature, elegant-looking woman opened the door.
Pffft—
The next moment, a cloud of mist sprayed directly at her.
"Aunt May, you're still as charming as ever."
Looking down at the collapsed figure on the floor, Allen said coolly, "Too bad I'm not into older women."
Several burly men behind him stepped forward and carried Aunt May away.
The operation to kidnap superhero family members had officially begun.
While the Justice League and Avengers were locked in heated conflict, Allen quietly launched a surprise attack on the home front.
He pulled a feather from his pocket and left it at the scene—framing the Court of Owls.
At present, all the remaining members of the Court of Owls had been absorbed into the comedy troupe's outer circle.
In truth, Allen had no shortage of manpower at his disposal.
But with the Court of Owls lurking silently in the shadows, they made the perfect scapegoat.
He loaded Aunt May into a disguised vehicle and quickly moved her to a new location.
In the next instant, Allen stepped through a portal and arrived directly at Wayne Manor.
Alfred opened the door with a smile—an old acquaintance, someone who had once saved his life.
"Long time no see, Butlerman."
"Allen, it's been a while."
Pffft—
Another blast of mist, target secured.
He had Unita erase the surveillance footage while he was at it.
Tossing Alfred over his shoulder, he casually dropped another feather to mark the scene.
Second hostage acquired.
And this was only the beginning.
Allen wasn't stopping at family members—he planned to kidnap a few heroes too. The goal: equal opportunity torment for all.
The next day.
Hall of Justice.
Spider-Man Peter held out an owl feather before the assembled heroes, pleading, "Please… help me find Aunt May. She's the only family I have left in this world."
His face was filled with sorrow, completely lacking the usual confidence and energy of a superhero. He looked helpless—incapable of protecting the ones he loved.
Just then, Bruce received a transmission and immediately lost his composure: "Damian, you're sure Alfred's missing? And they left a feather?"
Same clue.
Bruce instantly suspected the same culprits. "It has to be the Court of Owls."
"But I thought they were already defeated?" Oliver said in confusion.
Could it be that the Court of Owls had risen again from the ashes in Gotham?
But that didn't make sense. They preferred working in the shadows—why would they suddenly carry out blatant kidnappings? It went against their nature.
"The Court may be gone, but the Parliament of Owls still exists," Bruce said gravely.
He recalled Allen once explaining that the Court was merely a subsidiary of the Parliament.
"What do they want?" Superman Clark asked.
It was too complex a question for Bruce to answer on the spot—and certainly beyond the understanding of someone who relied solely on brute force, like Superman.
"Our first priority is to relocate your families—to prevent the Parliament from exploiting any more vulnerabilities," Bruce suggested.
Everyone quickly agreed.
After all, how could they focus on fighting the Avengers while constantly worrying about their loved ones?
Suddenly, a holographic projection activated.
A group of masked figures wearing owl masks appeared, standing in formation, dressed identically in suits—impossible to identify.
"Members of the Justice League, it's an honor to meet you."
The leader spoke in a deliberately lowered voice. "The Parliament of Owls is here to reclaim everything it has lost."
"I'm warning you—release them. If you don't, I'll abandon my no-kill rule and hunt every last one of you to the ends of the earth."
Bruce flew into a rage the moment he saw the speaker.
His bond with Alfred was as deep as father and son—he would sooner break his own code than see his loved ones harmed.
"Calm down. It's a trap."
Clark placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder, analyzing the situation with unnerving calm.
Cunning villains often use such schemes to provoke emotional outbursts and mislead their targets.
In the projection, the masked figures parted, revealing a captive woman.
"Lois!"
At the sight of his girlfriend bound and gagged, Clark could no longer suppress his fury. He threatened, "Let her go now, or I'll slaughter your entire family—dogs included! You dumbasses have no idea who you're messing with. I'm Superman, dammit! You dare cross me?! I'll shove your heads right up your own asses—"
"Calm down! Don't lose it—it's what they want!"
Now it was Bruce's turn to restrain Clark. The others hurried to help, afraid he'd smash the projection in his rage.
Clark, burning with impotent fury, could only continue to rant: "Criminals like these don't deserve mercy. No more no-kill rule—if I see one, I end them."
The transmission ended.
There was no denying it—family was every superhero's Achilles' heel.
Which is why the heroes of the Justice League stood united in opposing the passage of the Superhero Registration Act.
…
"Cut!"
As the hologram call ended, Allen grinned in satisfaction. "Great job, everyone. Bonuses all around."
"Thanks, boss!"
"You're the best!"
"You're a legend!"
…
Everyone removed their masks—every single one a temporary actor.
No doubt, all hired from the Red Romance Theme Club.
With the performance done, the actors left.
Allen untied Lois and said sheepishly, "I feel like I'm cheating on Superman by deceiving him like this."
"…"
Lois rolled her eyes. "Let's just hope your idiotic plan works."
Allen had laid out his full strategy, and Lois had agreed to help.
Ever since the Real-Name Superhero Act passed, she'd felt uneasy.
After all, she was Superman's girlfriend. And with him making enemies left and right, her safety had become a real concern.
Allen raised his hand, slowly clenching his fingers into a fist. "Everything is going according to plan."
"Just make sure you're not the only one staying safe—look out for the others too," Alfred reminded him.
After all, it was clear Allen was helping Bruce in his own twisted way. Alfred fully supported that.
Meanwhile, Aunt May sighed, clearly distracted. "Peter… he's Spider-Man. That child was risking his life behind my back all this time…"
She'd never cared much for the flashy heroes flying through the sky—but once it involved her own family, her attitude did a complete 180. She now fully supported repealing the act.
"If you want to blame someone, blame Tony. Making a kid do dangerous jobs—classic bloodstained capitalist," Allen said, flinging dirt at his nephew without hesitation.
"No wonder that billionaire kept visiting us. So that's what he was really after…" Aunt May frowned, as if suddenly connecting the dots.
Well… maybe.
Maybe Tony just wanted to be Peter's uncle-in-law.
Allen looked up at the ceiling, wisely choosing not to speak his mind. Not great for team morale.
"Now that the Justice League's totally broken, next up—Avengers."
Allen flashed a toothy grin, full of smug mischief. "I'm gonna make them really uncomfortable. Hehehe…"
Watching him get lost in his own twisted fantasy, Lois leaned toward Alfred and whispered, "Is he always like this?"
Alfred tapped his temple and sighed. "He's got a few screws loose. But he means well."
"What a pitiful child," Aunt May murmured sadly.
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