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The Bat Chronicles Volume 2½ Issue 10, "The Fight pt. 2"
My foot remained on his back... My strength was still weakened, so after a while, he managed to get up, pushing me off of him and onto my back. He turned, and looked down at me...
Batman: ...No.
He raised his fist into the air, the metal plating on it spreading slightly, revealing a kryptonite exoskeleton beneath, before pounding it down onto my chest.
Superman: Agh!!!
He kept his fist on my chest, making me incapable of lifting myself, before using his other hand to pick me up by the arm. After that, he released me, and then punched me in the face with his other hand before I fell to the ground, making me fly back, landing in front of a parked car.
Superman: Ugh...
Batman: I need to say this again. If you give up now, I'll stop. We can forget this ever happened.
Superman: *spits out blood*... I'm not quitting. You haven't learned your lesson yet.
I got up, turned around, picked up the car behind me, and looked back at Bruce, before throwing it towards him. He managed to catch it with the strength of his armour.
Batman: Ugh... *huff*...
I fired my laser vision at his stomach, causing him to drop the car onto himself, crushing him on the pavement.
Batman: Ach..!
Superman: You're never going to win, you know. As much as you might try, you're still human.
Batman: *cough*... What's that supposed to mean...
He threw the car off of him, and stood back up. He grappled towards me, and punched me to the ground. The kryptonite made me too slow to run out of the way. While I was on the ground, he loomed over me trying to stab my chest with a kryptonite dagger he pulled from his belt. I held his hand away, while ripping a batarang from my shoulder with my other hand, and using it to stab his chestplate.
Batman: Agh..!
I just barley got deep enough to touch his skin, when he backed away from me. I got back up, limping... I was covered in blood and wounds, my suit was ruined.
Superman: *huff*... *puff*...
Batman: I'm s-... *cough*... surprised you're still standing...
Superman: I could say the same about you...
He slowly reached down to his belt, and tried to pull out a kryptonite batarang, but I used all of my strength to fire my laser vision at his hand to stop him.
Batman: Agh..!
He grabbed his hand with his other and took a knee...
Superman: You're kneeling... Does that mean I've won?
Batman: ...
He was silent for a moment, I was too. He slowly tapped the side of his helmet, but I didn't notice at the time, as my vision was blurred.
Batman: ...Now.
I slowly turned my head around, and at the last second, I saw Batman's ex-sidekick, now Nightwing, on a motorcycle. He fired kryptonite bullets at me from a gun atop the handlebars.
Superman: Agh!!!
I fell to the ground, unconscious. I was dying, though my super hearing let me hear what was being said, and with my x-ray vision, I could still just barely see what was going on.
Nightwing: Christ... I-... You made me... Uh...
Batman: Don't worry. I still have some Lazarus at the cave, that'll wake him up when we get home.
Nightwing: Oh, alright... Wait, you use that stuff?
Batman: I don't like it, as it's addictive, though in small doses it comes in handy. Now come on, it's time for step 2 of the protocol.
Nightwing: Right.
Bruce wrapped my passed out body in a rope, and strapped me to the back of the motorcycle, before both Nightwing and Bruce sat down on the bike, driving away with me.
Nightwing: So... How did the fight go?
Batman: Decent... More even than I expected. I might not have won if you weren't here.
Nightwing: I think you could've figured it out...
They were silent from that point on... Eventually, we got to The Bat Cave, Bruce's HQ. I was thrown into a room of some kind. I heard Bruce walking away, I assume to get the Lazarus. He returned after a while, and poured a couple drops on my neck, causing me to wake up.
Superman: *gasp*... Where am I..?
Batman: A cell.
He walked out of the cell, and closed a glass door in front of me, speaking to me from behind it.
Batman: Don't try to escape, it's impossible to break through. This room has no sunlight coming into it, so you have no power to. And due to that lack of sunlight, you aren't receiving any energy to stay alive, so, Alfred will bring you food everyday. You are going to stay in that cell until you've come to terms with the fact that you are in the wrong with what you've done to me, and the property damage you've done to the city. I will ask you if you've realized this once a day.
He began to walk away from the cell...
Superman: Wait, but who's going to protect Metropolis?
Batman: It will alternate. Police will tackle smaller crimes, we'll send in heroes for the larger ones, like Nightwing, or one of the JL members.
He continued to walk away...
Superman: Wait! Let me out of here! Please!!!
I repeatedly banged on the door, only to receive no response.
~Madam Web
The Bat Chronicles Volume 2½ Issue 10, "The Fight pt. 2"
My foot remained on his back... My strength was still weakened, so after a while, he managed to get up, pushing me off of him and onto my back. He turned, and looked down at me...
Batman: ...No.
He raised his fist into the air, the metal plating on it spreading slightly, revealing a kryptonite exoskeleton beneath, before pounding it down onto my chest.
Superman: Agh!!!
He kept his fist on my chest, making me incapable of lifting myself, before using his other hand to pick me up by the arm. After that, he released me, and then punched me in the face with his other hand before I fell to the ground, making me fly back, landing in front of a parked car.
Superman: Ugh...
Batman: I need to say this again. If you give up now, I'll stop. We can forget this ever happened.
Superman: *spits out blood*... I'm not quitting. You haven't learned your lesson yet.
I got up, turned around, picked up the car behind me, and looked back at Bruce, before throwing it towards him. He managed to catch it with the strength of his armour.
Batman: Ugh... *huff*...
I fired my laser vision at his stomach, causing him to drop the car onto himself, crushing him on the pavement.
Batman: Ach..!
Superman: You're never going to win, you know. As much as you might try, you're still human.
Batman: *cough*... What's that supposed to mean...
He threw the car off of him, and stood back up. He grappled towards me, and punched me to the ground. The kryptonite made me too slow to run out of the way. While I was on the ground, he loomed over me trying to stab my chest with a kryptonite dagger he pulled from his belt. I held his hand away, while ripping a batarang from my shoulder with my other hand, and using it to stab his chestplate.
Batman: Agh..!
I just barley got deep enough to touch his skin, when he backed away from me. I got back up, limping... I was covered in blood and wounds, my suit was ruined.
Superman: *huff*... *puff*...
Batman: I'm s-... *cough*... surprised you're still standing...
Superman: I could say the same about you...
He slowly reached down to his belt, and tried to pull out a kryptonite batarang, but I used all of my strength to fire my laser vision at his hand to stop him.
Batman: Agh..!
He grabbed his hand with his other and took a knee...
Superman: You're kneeling... Does that mean I've won?
Batman: ...
He was silent for a moment, I was too. He slowly tapped the side of his helmet, but I didn't notice at the time, as my vision was blurred.
Batman: ...Now.
I slowly turned my head around, and at the last second, I saw Batman's ex-sidekick, now Nightwing, on a motorcycle. He fired kryptonite bullets at me from a gun atop the handlebars.
Superman: Agh!!!
I fell to the ground, unconscious. I was dying, though my super hearing let me hear what was being said, and with my x-ray vision, I could still just barely see what was going on.
Nightwing: Christ... I-... You made me... Uh...
Batman: Don't worry. I still have some Lazarus at the cave, that'll wake him up when we get home.
Nightwing: Oh, alright... Wait, you use that stuff?
Batman: I don't like it, as it's addictive, though in small doses it comes in handy. Now come on, it's time for step 2 of the protocol.
Nightwing: Right.
Bruce wrapped my passed out body in a rope, and strapped me to the back of the motorcycle, before both Nightwing and Bruce sat down on the bike, driving away with me.
Nightwing: So... How did the fight go?
Batman: Decent... More even than I expected. I might not have won if you weren't here.
Nightwing: I think you could've figured it out...
They were silent from that point on... Eventually, we got to The Bat Cave, Bruce's HQ. I was thrown into a room of some kind. I heard Bruce walking away, I assume to get the Lazarus. He returned after a while, and poured a couple drops on my neck, causing me to wake up.
Superman: *gasp*... Where am I..?
Batman: A cell.
He walked out of the cell, and closed a glass door in front of me, speaking to me from behind it.
Batman: Don't try to escape, it's impossible to break through. This room has no sunlight coming into it, so you have no power to. And due to that lack of sunlight, you aren't receiving any energy to stay alive, so, Alfred will bring you food everyday. You are going to stay in that cell until you've come to terms with the fact that you are in the wrong with what you've done to me, and the property damage you've done to the city. I will ask you if you've realized this once a day.
He began to walk away from the cell...
Superman: Wait, but who's going to protect Metropolis?
Batman: It will alternate. Police will tackle smaller crimes, we'll send in heroes for the larger ones, like Nightwing, or one of the JL members.
He continued to walk away...
Superman: Wait! Let me out of here! Please!!!
I repeatedly banged on the door, only to receive no response.
~Madam Web