Originally Posted by Direckshun
"This is a new feeling," uttered a badly beaten and bruised Batman, with his ripped cowl and cape flapping as he sped down the busy nighttime streets of Gotham on the Batcycle.
"Normally I own the air, reigning terror from above. Now I'm the one escaping on the ground, checking the skies for my enemy."
The Dark Knight navigated the streets with his usual elite deftness, however more difficult task it was with one eye swollen shut. He slowed on occasion, scanning the skyline around him for the red-clad, ultra-athletic mutant chasing him. He started trying to think of anywhere he could go, anything he could do. Wayne Manor was across town, and he didn't have that much time to disappear.
Ah, disappearing. Something that's come so easy ever since he donned the cowl. He remembered recently pounding Killer Croc into the pavement after Croc literally didn't see him under his own nose. That used to be his ultimate advantage.
It wasn't this time. No matter where he went, no matter how quietly he stalked, this mutant was able to sense him out. Tools of deception and terror that he used to employ so effortlessly were deflected with ease by his foe. And the darkness Batman has always exuded so powerfully is now being flushed out by the casual wit of his attacker.
In boring shareholder meetings, Bruce would often times imagine what the ultimate foe would look like. He'd have the dexterity of Catwoman. The strength of Bane. And he'd have the Joker's humorous wit and imperviousness to intimidation. What were once daydreams to keep him awake was now a reality that could potentially end his life.
He turned a sharp corner on his Batcycle, trying to find an alley to regroup and think of something. Normally he was so quick with his wits on his feet. But the unholy power of his enemy was too much to behold, and he finally, after years of always having the upperhand, felt his composure slipping.
A dark alley with two large dumpsters was two blocks ahead. And as Batman scanned the buildingtops atop his bike one last time, he saw what he dreaded.
A blur of red and blue, seemingly in flight, swung in with unholy power and knocked Batman off his bike. Batman spread his cape to aid him in his fall, but the sheer speed of the collision still knocked him across the street into a closed bakery store. Batman crashed through the window and into a muffin display, sending stale pastries everywhere.
Dropping from 30 yards in the air off his web sling, the enemy landed on his feet across the street with the ease most people have jumping a small puddle.
"I'm always down for breaking some bread. Ha!" said the enemy, as he walked across the street in a casual jaunt. "How about we--"
But in a single motion, Batman rose from the wreckage, winding up to hurl a handful of bat-stars. But his foe's reflexes and weapons were faster, as he shot a wet sling of what seemed like powerful rope into Batman's hand, sticking all his weapons to his hand like glue, and with his other hand shot a sling into Batman's face, knocking him back a foot or two. "Not so fast!," the menace yelped. "Bats aren't the only ones adept at catching flies."
Batman used a blade in his other hand to slice through both rope-like slings and rolled against the floor up against the wall.
"I don't know why you bother. I really don't," said the enemy. "I know exactly where you are." He walked up to the wall, and with a single punch, slammed his fist through it, and pulled Batman out onto the sidewalk through the wall. Batman lay on the sidewalk, limp.
The enemy joking putly his foot on him. "I declare this bat for the United States of--"
Batman rolled over and detonated a flash-bang, a device that is ten times louder than a bomb and a hundred times brighter than the sun, putting the enemy on his heels. FINALLY. His heightened senses, such a deadly weapon in his favor, were also a weakness.
And even though he was battered and physically decimated, Batman still rose to his feet with apparent ease.
"GOTHAM IS ALL THAT MATTERS," he roared, and spun 360 degrees, launching his foot into the spider sigil on the enemy's chest. "BATMOBILE!," he shouted into his wrist as he launched an assault on his enemy, who despite his incredible pain, blindness, and deafness, still landed on his feet.
Batman threw haymakers and knees into the enemy, putting his hand on his throat and slamming him into the brick wall.
Instead of collapsing into the pavement, however, his foe did something unexpected... he crawled up the wall. "What the hell...."
The menace leapt off the wall and landed right on top of Batman. Raising his fist in the air to finish the Dark Knight off, he cursed "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? I AM SPIDERMAN."
Before he could strike a crippling blow, however, the enemy's senses tingled -- even without vision and hearing, he was still seemingly one with his surroundings. As crashing through a building came the Batmobile, firing towards the enemy like a bullet.
Spiderman leapt backwards with ease back onto the wall before the car-weapon could strike him. Batman managed to roll out of the way as the Batmobile struck the foundation of the wall Spiderman clung to, sending him into the rubble.
Batman fired his grappling hook towards the roof of a neighboring skyscraper and started ascending to escape. As he rocketed upwards, he saw another white rope shoot up next to him. Looking down, he saw the Spiderman giving chase up the side of the building. He reached into his belt and fired off a heat-seeking tazer bullet, which landed on Spiderman's shoulders and delivered a powerful electronic charge.
Through great pain of the electrocution, as well as the tremendous scream that came with it, Spiderman continued gaining ground until he grabbed Batman's foot, planting his own feet against the side of the building, stopping both of their upward progress 45 stories high.
Batman swung his other foot to Spiderman's face, which Spiderman dodged.
"It's over," Spiderman said. He squeezed his hand and crushed Batman's ankle like a soda can.
The Dark Knight felt the agony of his leg disabled, but contained his anguish, instead shouting "SO BE IT!!!" with the passion of a superhero ready to die for his cause.
He released the grappling gun and fell on top of Spiderman, slicing through his web and grabbing him by the shoulders. The two fell in freefall together, Spiderman attempting to fire off webs to save him, but the Dark Knight slicing through every time. His superior combat skills ensured that Spiderman would be relatively subdued on their fall.
Spiderman grabbed his throat, his seemingly only chance to kill his enemy and survive. So close to the ground, as Spiderman raised his wrist in one last attempt to escape the earth.
Batman grabbed Spiderman by the neck with both hands, threw his legs into his torso, and flipped them both over.
The pavement finally arrived. Spiderman's back slammed into the concrete, with Batman's knees landing in his abdomen with the violent force of a 45-story drop.
The fall broke them both. Perhaps for good.
Debris fluttered and the ground had no motion for an hour, as people eventually came out onto the street in the silence to see what to make of the combatants.
As the debris billowed, the silouette of a lithe man.
He stood like a baby deer, then fell to his knees.
He raised a wrist to the air, and his limp body escalated to a nearby building top.
Once the smoke cleared, the people of Gotham were stunned to see Bruce Wayne's lifeless body with Batman's hopelessly ripped cowl failing to disguise him any longer.
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