128 A good Villain knows how to punish and pamper his Waifus

*Allen's POV*

When you ask someone if they consider themselves a good person, most will avoid answering directly and say they don't consider themselves a bad person.

Generally, saying you're a good person seems worse than saying you're a bad person; it's ironic and contradictory.

Whether it's because it's arrogant to assume you're good and it's considered a joke to say you're bad, or because it's commonly assumed that a good person doesn't go around saying they are, the same applies to saying you're bad.

Of course, I go around saying I'm a supervillain, but I rob banks and defeat heroes, so my power of persuasion is quite high.

Now, if you ask me if I'm a good person... No... definitely not. Yes, I know, ninety percent of my actions say otherwise, but let's think about it with a clear head. Although I often save the world by confronting the apocalyptic monster of the moment, God, it's unpleasant to be able to say that phrase.

Sure!, I saved it!, that's a fact!, but it wasn't because it was the right thing to do or justice and all that, I mean, what other option did I have?! I didn't want to die, I didn't want my loved ones to die.

It's very understandable... if I let the world be destroyed, my aunt Natasha, Gwen, MJ, Diana, and every girl and woman I've ever known and cherished, my friends and viewers, they would all die...

In the end, if I stand in the way of some apocalyptic bug, it's because of them, but does that make me a good person? I think most people would do the same if they were in my place unless they're closet sociopaths or something.

Where am I going with this?

Well, it's the issue of killing, I'm not a psychopath, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty... honestly, there are times when I just want to do it, Hércules... That BASTARD, he was the first one I really wanted to kill, without hesitation.

It's true that in the end, Clown Crown stole my kill, but that doesn't matter. The point is, I don't have a problem with killing, I think... but I also understand Batman's position, he's not a good person, he's said it countless times himself.

–Batman is a monster, and the only thing holding him back is the chain he can't break.–

That has led him to carry the weight of knowing that the actions committed by the monsters he lets live are indirectly his responsibility.

But let's just think for a second... what would happen if Allen Walker suddenly wanted to destroy the world?

As simple as that, an ordinary person with a gun can kill dozens of people before being stopped, what would happen if someone like me suddenly started killing and destroying everything? How many people would die before stopping me?

There's something essential that is lost when a person loses sight of the value of a life... Of course, killing will not automatically turn you into a monster, otherwise, police officers who shoot criminals or soldiers who have no other choice would become psychopaths.

I'm digressing, the thing is, you should never lose sight of the value of a life. What's the reason for all this reflection?!

Well, at the moment, I'm in the office of the former director, in front of me are hundreds of files of each inmate at Arkham Asylum.

It's fucking shit!!

I had heard the reputation of Gotham's criminals but this is sickening!!

In the comics and all the DC adaptations, the main villains take the spotlight, but we must not forget that each inmate earned their place in Arkham!

But no one cares about Steve Murray, who beat his elderly mother to death!! That bastard deserves to be impaled with a tube!!.

Michael Robertson, who killed three prostitutes after abusing them!!

I'd like to lock him up with a group of gorillas in heat... yes, it's not a bad idea...

*Cough*

Of course, I'm not belittling Batman's villains.

We have Mr. Joker, who is a true monster in this universe. His latest crime was at Christmas, he disguised himself as a taxi driver and dedicated himself to taking people with their families, yeah, that's not wrong aside from being creepy.

However, things never end well with that madman, eventually, the Joker comes across a passenger who didn't celebrate Christmas, the only sin of that man was having a last-minute meeting on Christmas, he was stressed and annoyed but still took a taxi.

The Joker, being the good Samaritan he is, taught him the Christmas spirit by using a knife to rip all the skin off the man's mouth to draw a smile, and then he killed him so he would never stop smiling, Joker did the same thing twice more before being arrested, what he said when he was captured was: It's Christmas, everyone should smile Hahaha!

The attached images of the corpses...

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, I'm tired and I haven't even started this job.

I underestimated this place, I admit that I only thought about having fun at Batman's expense, but honestly, I feel like blowing this place up with all the bastards inside!!

No! it's okay! everything is fine... I think I should strive to give these scumbags an unforgettable experience...

I'll make sure they never want to come back to Arkham again... of course, if they manage to survive here he he...

...

The door of my office opened and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Director, this is the last one~," said a woman with a pleasant and sensual voice. I'm not exaggerating, she adds that touch of high-class vixen when she talks.

She was a very beautiful redhead woman, dressed in a gray skirt and white office shirt. She entered, holding a stack of documents, smiling and winking at me.

"Pamela, it seems you've adapted to your new position very quickly, haven't you?" I said as I leaned back in my chair. While a gentleman would rise to help her, it's work hours, so as her superior, I'll let her do her job as my assistant and secretary.

"I don't have a choice," Pamela said with a feigned pitiful voice. "A dictator put a chain around my neck, and if I don't do it, he'll kill me."

She said that, but her seductive and dangerous attitude mixed with deadly charm tells another story. She reminds me of the legendary succubus trying to seduce a man to kill him after sucking out his life force... well, the sucking part is negotiable *Cough*

"Is that how you see me?" I crossed my arms, pretending to be offended. "And here I negotiated your freedom in exchange for helping me."

She glanced at me with a smile while preparing coffee in the coffee maker I have in my office, making sure to accentuate her chains. "That's true... so I guess you'll punish me for being a bad secretary? ❤️~" she replied in a sugary tone, her words entering your ears to leave you filled with desire and provocation.

Seeing Ivy, I imagined her in scanty clothes begging me to have relations all day and night without rest.

Damn, she is a dangerous vixen in many ways. If I weren't me, I would have jumped on her already just to meet a painful death by the terrible poisons her body produces.

On second thought, does that mean that being immune to poison, I'm not the only one capable of tasting her without dying?!

The truth is, at this point, I don't know if she really wants to seduce me or kill me... maybe both.

I had other options but if I'm honest, a secretary who can poison half of Arkham is quite reliable. Plus, I wouldn't want Gwen or Mary Jane here, and Natasha, well, I've been thinking, and since outside the Shadowcrest barrier, I can only have one guest in DC, I could make my adorable Natasha my second secretary, or perhaps my vice-director or something like that.

...

"Here it is... cappuccino with a little sugar, boss~"

Ivy placed a cup of coffee in front of me as she approached. I could see her black lace bra through her white shirt. She smiled mischievously, it was obvious it was on purpose.

I was surprised that Ivy accepted to be my secretary immediately. Yeah, I remember what happened between us and how she went from feeling disgusted to obeying me to practically jumping on me, but a part of me doesn't believe she's entirely sincere.

I mean, I'm not dense, she practically wants me to push her onto the desk and rip her clothes off, but at the same time, she put such a strong poison in the cappuccino that it's enough to kill two thousand people.

Her hints are very confusing...

For now, our relationship is quite ambiguous; she uses the fact that I force her to act as my Maid, as a mockery and a game, while acting seductive and trying to kill me constantly.

Ivy stood behind me and pulled out a screwdriver; Ivy's smile was still seductive, but her eyes had a trace of a killer instinct. She stabbed me in the back without hesitation.

I pretended not to notice, and the screwdriver didn't even touch me, I didn't even need the Infinite, just a bit of armament haki was enough to stop the steel blade.

"Pamela?" I raised an eyebrow.

She quickly put the screwdriver away and started massaging my shoulders. "Oh, sorry! I just thought my master wanted a massage~" she said with a sugary voice and a loving smile. It's hard to believe she just stabbed me.

What a troublesome woman; I can't set her free because she has thoughts of destroying all humanity... and that includes me, needless to say. But I can't kill her or something like that either.

The system suggested leaving her powerless, but Ivy, being a supervillain, has earned many enemies, if she were to lose her powers... I don't even want to think about what those Gotham bastards would do to her.

So, taking advantage of being a villain, it wouldn't hurt to have henchmen or minions of evil. I mean, many villains have subordinates; just look at Darkseid. It wouldn't hurt to have some villainesses as my subordinates, yeah, I just have to endure her constant attempts to kill me, although it may sound strange, her attempts to kill me are kind of cute, they remind me of those cartoon villains who never get things right and end up badly.

[As expected of the host, he directly rules out men as his minions of evil]

Hey, system, what were we talking about reading people's minds?!

[I'm not reading people's minds, I'm reading my master's mind~]

"..."

[Should I put on a Maid outfit and call you master?!~]

You don't even have a body...

[I can make a hologram or something...]

You know what? I won't play your games anymore, system, I need to focus on my current job!

I turned around just to see my secretary hiding a screwdriver behind her back.

"Ivy!"

"Yes?!"

*End of POV*

Allen wanted to laugh but restrained himself. Ivy's actions lacked sense if her venom and toxins couldn't kill Allen; a screwdriver wouldn't do it.

Allen had a wicked smile as he watched Ivy becoming more nervous. She tried to be seductive again; according to her, Allen was a pervert who had lost his mind over beauties, so if she acted that way, he would lower his guard, and she could kill him.

However, Ivy's mind hadn't been working well since her first encounter with Allen, her assassination attempts seemed more like an excuse to hide her obvious desire.

"What do you have there?" Allen asked with an authoritative tone.

"Nothing..." she answered averting her gaze.

"Show me," Allen ordered, his tone dry. Ivy trembled and timidly extended her hand with the screwdriver in it.

Allen remained silent as Ivy's cheeks turned red, and her eyes had a strange gleam.

"Kneel," Allen said as his eyes turned slightly cold.

Ivy swallowed as her legs weakened, she would never admit it, or maybe she wasn't aware, but it seemed like her actions sought this result.

She didn't want Allen to be kind to her; Ivy didn't desire a classic flirt. Her body, soul, her heart longed for that feeling of being under his power. That intoxicating sensation of having no choice but to obey Allen.

Ivy began to pant as her clothes stuck to her from sweat, her black lace bra showing through the white shirt.

Ivy knelt as Allen looked at her with cold eyes; this sent a shiver down Ivy's spine.

"I told you before, didn't I?" Allen extended his hand and grabbed Ivy's chin. "I'm not a woman abuser, but I have a rule of equivalent exchange."

"..." Ivy trembled as her breath increased; Allen's thumb brushed over Ivy's soft lips, and she opened her mouth, unconsciously licking it with her small tongue.

"Tell me, what's the equivalent of a stab, Pamela?"

"I... haa, I don't know, master..." Ivy's voice began to break as a sweet aroma started emanating from her body.

"I see... then I should decide."

"Yes~"

...

...

Harleen walked through the halls feeling frustrated; she went to visit the Joker as usual for her therapy today, but the guards didn't let her pass. She was frustrated because Allen had made a rule that prisoners would be categorized from one to three, in terms of danger and madness, and category three ones were off-limits to anyone not authorized by Allen.

"That's nonsense; I've been working with Joker for a month, and nothing happened!"

Harleen approached the director's office very angrily; she was going to complain to Allen for not letting her see the Joker.

"Kneel."

When she arrived at the office, she heard Allen's voice sounding cold. Whether by luck or misfortune, she found an opening in the door and looked inside.

"Huh?" Harleen opened her eyes in shock, then blushed as she saw Allen with his secretary kneeling. "What are you doing?!" Harleen shouted in her mind; she couldn't believe how perverted Allen was to do this, something only seen in movies. However, young Harleen wasn't innocent either; she stayed watching without leaving or entering.

"Allen..."

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