Chapter 49 Mutant Bat Home? It's Furry.

The second underground laboratory that Allen discovered at some unknown time is actually only a few kilometers away from the lighthouse, and Batman and Superman are monitoring the lighthouse's situation.

Allen closed his eyes, sensed the body within the lighthouse, and said, "The lighthouse is merging with my body. 'Trishkel' isn't moving as fast as we thought, but I'm afraid its power will be fully released in three days." Then everything will proceed as before.

The 'Matthew' inside is a madman; communicating with him is essentially pointless, and Eren had long since given up on trying to understand 'Matthew's' thoughts. Abandoning his own body is the only option; with the power of the 'Smoke Mirror' gone, 'Trishkel' is unstoppable. If Eren remains in the Lighthouse, he will only be forced to merge with the alien debris once more, contributing to the world's destruction.

His colleagues in the emergency department were clearly more experienced in dealing with such large-scale public health emergencies. He only needed to organize what he knew and trust in the strength of his colleagues, which was what Dick taught him.

Allen felt that Batman and Superman could also offer some help; at least the two of them hadn't turned into mutants, which was already a huge help.

Dick stared blankly at the bustling scene before him, momentarily thinking he had returned to the Bat Cave.

He shook his head and looked into the depths of the laboratory, where he saw a brown, wrinkled red robin.

Dick: ...?

Red Robin has clearly mutated as well; he is now a vibrant, 6-meter-tall tree.

This small tree has dark green, oblong leaves, and its back is covered with a row of light pink flowers.

Dick approached Red Robin, who was frantically whipping the keyboard with a twig without turning his head, and carefully touched the purplish-red berries growing on his brother's head.

Red Robin suddenly lashed Dick's hand with a twig and said, "Don't touch me, those are my fruits."

After saying that, he pulled the fruit off his head and stuffed it into his mouth.

Dick looked at his younger brother, who immediately became energetic again, and suddenly sighed: "That's great, you are a coffee tree."

Tim the coffee tree didn't feel anything was wrong. He had more fingers and full energy, and he no longer had to worry about sleep problems.

Thinking of this, he continued typing harder, rows of experimental data and tables flashing across the screen, making Dick dizzy.

Dick rubbed his eyes and gave Red Robin, who was firing at full power, a wide berth.

“But at our current pace, I’m afraid it won’t be enough to develop an antidote for the spore virus within three days that can both protect Allen and cure him…” Dr. Edward (Frangipani version) stood behind Red Robin, looking at the tables filled with complex data, his expression somewhat worried. “While I do love frangipani, I can’t perform surgery on patients if I maintain this kind of physical condition!”

Nurse Maggie, with her wings and downy fur, lovingly cradled Alan the rabbit and fed him apples with a spoon.

“Look at it from another angle,” Alan’s idol—the renowned surgeon Dr. David Peterson—walked over cheerfully and patted Dr. Edward on the shoulder. “Maybe we won’t have to perform surgery on humans anymore? Oh… I need to learn how to treat trees for pests, and the 108 techniques for caring for vines… Sounds really interesting!”

The two Hawaiian doctors calmed themselves down in just three seconds. Then, the old Hawaiian tree, covered in boils, embraced the young Hawaiian vine and walked into the laboratory. The two doctors happily went to study the advantages of turning animals into plants.

A rabbit named Allen seemed to have a look of regret on his fluffy face, and Dick felt like he could hear Allen's inner thoughts—"If only I had turned into a vine too!"

Dr. David Peterson was clearly interested in Allen as well. Before entering the lab, he picked up the rabbit, and the old tree rubbed its head like it was its grandson's, remarking as they walked, "Oh, I've watched many videos of your surgeries before. Your hands are incredibly steady; you're a very promising rising star... If this hadn't happened, you would definitely be in my lab by now, and I would have a full schedule of surgeries for you, never letting you stop for a moment! It's a pity you're a rabbit now... Would you like to try holding a scalpel?"

Allen nodded seriously: "I can give it a try, Dr. Peterson!"

Dick: ...

Can someone explain what the next plan is?!

Constantine took a drag of his cigarette, receiving disapproving looks from the pulmonologist*N. Under the glares of the group of monsters, he sheepishly stubbed out the cigarette, then patted Dick on the shoulder. "There's nothing we can do about it. Allen can only remain in rabbit form for now. But if you want to do something to the rabbit… um…"

Dick followed Damian expressionlessly, "Little D, wait for me!"

**

Inside the lighthouse, Allen's body was completely swallowed up by the lighthouse's inner wall in just a few seconds, so fast that 'Matthew' and Luther had no time to stop it.

According to their original plan, things shouldn't have turned out this way.

If 'Trishel' were to completely merge with Allen, everything would be beyond their control. Allen's mind would be completely consumed, and all their plans would ultimately come to naught—a monstrous form dominated by 'Trishel' was not the outcome they desired; what they needed was the genetic code controlled by Allen.

But it was too late to say anything now; 'Matthew' realized he still didn't quite understand Allen. He used past experience to predict Allen's choices, but Allen had changed too much in Brudhaven.

He felt that his son no longer thought rationally, but had become an impulsive and foolish idiot.

Worse still, they are now trapped in this lighthouse, and the prison he originally intended to use to imprison Allen has become their prison.

Matthew also hurriedly appeared in the laboratory with Peter. The real Daredevil had a furrowed brow and a complicated expression.

“I have no recollection of him.” Matthew took a deep breath. “But I have a feeling that he… is me.”

Batman had clearly anticipated this; he glanced at Daredevil and then retrieved some data from Batcomputer.

The timing of 'Matthew's' anomaly is quite unique. Around that time, a major event recorded by Batman occurred—the moral order of some superheroes was reversed by Scarlet Witch and Doctor Doom, even Iron Man and Captain America were not spared. Iron Man donned white armor and transformed into an evil capitalist, Captain America joined Hydra, and the Avengers struggled greatly to restore order. Now, it seems there might be one more survivor in this incident.

“Matt did indeed exhibit unusual behavior around that time,” Allen said. “Coincidentally, he entered my lab during that period, and I obtained a mysterious matter conversion formula, as well as some mutated Hela cells and Kryptonian genes from Luther. Later, those cells disappeared.”

Peter then realized what was going on.

The formula was found by him and Allen among his parents' belongings; the key to solving the Osborn family's hereditary disease was hidden within it. However, Allen experimented with it many times, but ultimately could only control the progression of the disease, not completely reverse it.

The formula is correct, but there always seems to be something wrong with it.

“That was something Hydra deliberately put into the experimental data,” Allen said. “They discovered my existence before S.H.I.E.L.D. and wanted to use me. This led to the worst-case risk that the antidote I developed had: it opened a genetic gap, making my fusion with ‘Trishel’ inevitable.”

Dick's heart tightened as he recalled the injection Allen had given him in the lab: "Then the one you injected yourself with..."

Allen glanced at Dick: "I'm not that stupid to use something of dubious origin directly. I made improvements. Although the potion will cause me to fuse with 'Trishkel,' the fusion will stop as long as I inject the potion I give you."

“Then your body will break down, along with ‘Trishel,’ and you two will die together,” Constantine added. “Should I ask ‘Death’ if it can arrange a luxury villa for you in the land of the dead?”

Dick forced himself to calm down. "There must be other ways."

“We’re working on it right now,” Superman said. “The inhaled medicine that Alan used to modify those spores can keep mutants conscious for a while. Doctors are researching a more reliable vaccine, and the first batch has already started production. Presumably, the mutations outside will be resolved soon. This is a good start, and Alan’s problem will definitely be solved!”

Bruce stood silently to the side. From the perspective of experimental data, the possibility of developing a drug that could protect Allen and eliminate 'Trishker' within just three days was extremely low, practically zero. The vaccine Allen gave to Dick was the only drug that could eliminate 'Trishker' residing in Allen's body.

That was the result of Allen's many years of research. The fundamental element that overturned this result was time; it was impossible to continue improving it in just three days.

Dick took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions.

A moment of silence fell among the superheroes, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.

Some things were not said outright, but almost everyone could foresee that they would soon have to inject that lethal drug into Allen's body.

Alan the rabbit had already hopped nonchalantly onto the table and was working with Dr. Peterson to figure out how to maximize the effectiveness of the vaccine.

Suddenly, a brown, round creature appeared on the edge of the table. It stood on several stacked cardboard boxes, stretching out its chubby little paws to grab onto the tabletop, kicking and thrashing with its round hind legs.

He wore a domino mask and a brown jacket. The heavy jacket couldn't hide his overly rounded physique beneath his reddish-brown fur, and his short arms and legs made him look like a furry ball rolling around in place.

He vigorously swung his large, fluffy tail, which had rings of stripes, and tumbled and crawled onto the table.

When Allen stood next to him, he looked at least ten times the size of Allen.

He glanced at the dejected Dick, then leaped aggressively off the table with a heavy 'duang' on the floor, and Dick could even see the fat on his belly jiggling up and down like waves.

He walked to Dick's feet, stretched out his short hand and viciously slapped Dick's shin, his mouth uttering a voice all too familiar to the entire Bat family: "Even if his body is destroyed, his soul still has the possibility of being resurrected. Can you guys stop looking so sullen? We have plenty of experience in resurrection that we can pass on to Allen, don't we?"

Dick: ...

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a sigh:

"...Oh my god Jason, you're a little panda!"

The fully-insured, half-hanging chubby bear tried to jump 20 centimeters, attempting to give Dick, who hadn't mutated, a hairy thigh twist, but accidentally fell on its bottom.