I am a transmigrator.
Wearing the skin of Bruce Wayne.
Right now, The world might call me a fighter.
But I hate fighting.
Figuratively and literally.
Especially when I'm not sure of winning.
I really, really hate it.
But there comes a time when you can't run. You can't hide.
You have to fight.
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Batman injects the man-bat serum into his veins, once again.
"Ok Robin, time to leave. It's no longer safe here. " Batman's vocies out. Voice changing noticibly- akin to a beast.
Tim's eyes widened. "Should I call the Ventriloquist?"
"Do you still need to ask?" Bruce snapped, the words ragged with wings and fangs. "Call him and Give him the location. Then get to the Batmobile. This isn't for you. Also send them the manual on how to control that thing. Its in the database."
And then Bruce gave in. Bones shifted, muscles tore and re-knit, across his skin. Jaw extended, lungs stretched wide as wings ripped out from his back. The night air filled with a piercing shriek.
And then he pounced at Bane.
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Boom!
The world exploded in chaos.
Ivy struck first, driving a giant wooden eagle and a massive plant- crab straight at bane.
Bane—towering over 7 meters, with grotesque twisted veins with a puffed up body and a wide smile—caught the plant crab with one massive hand.
He laughed,with a rough loud sound.
With a punch he shattered the eagle into splinters.
With a single motion, he swung the crab overhead like a toy and smashed it into the forest floor.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
By the third blow, the crab was nothing but pulp . Ivy screamed in pain and fury as her connection to the plant was severed.
Bane straightened, snapping his neck side to side making bones creaking sounds.
Then he turned, and that broken, painted grin twisted toward Bruce.
"There… you are, Batsy."
And his fist—each knuckle the size of a tombstone—went for Bruce's skull.
"Damn it."
Bruce barely ducked ,with air tearing past as bane's punch grazed his chest, ripping it open.
Pain flared hot,but he forced it down with pure will. He slashes bane's extended hand with his sharp claws, then drove a brutal kick at his chest.
Black blood sprayed from the wound of his arm sizzling against the wet ground.
(Bane's blood is extremely hot like boiling water hot)
Bane just laughed creepily. "Heheheheh...."
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The fight spiraled into madness.
Batman swooped, wings slamming him in the chest with all his strength again, only pushing him a step back. Ivy's used vines and coiled around his legs, roots burrowing into the street, trying to hold him.
Bane grunted, then flexed.
Snap! The roots exploded into pieces like a thin stick.
He shoved Bruce aside with a slap like a toy and pounced at ivy.
Ivy shrieked, but before she could summon another monster, Bane charged—like a train fueled by madness. His fist tore through a wall of thorn-vines, smashing her to the ground. She coughed blood, still commanding smaller but sharper tendrils to lash at him, piercing his skin in a dozen places.
It slowed him, but it didn't stop him.
Batman dove in again, claws tearing bane's back. He beat his wings hard, trying to drag the monster off ivy.
Bane twisted his body like a snake grabbed Bruce and slammed him hard on the ground, While Batman raked his chest in return.
But all of this seemed pointless as the wounds he got closed in seconds.
Bane's laughter never stopped—it echoed in the forest filled with joker's madness.
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Short distance away from their carnage were a group of five. Some of whom Bane had single-handedly thrashed. So far, no one had been hurt—
poof.
Suddenly , as if mad, Count Vertigo rushed into Bane's range.
Deadshot blinked then screamed, "Come back now you stupid fuck. The hell you're doing?"
Deadshot couldn't understand why this fool had done this. Can't he see how those monsters are fighting?
Oh! Perhaps he thought that he will be able to stun bane upclose.
Maybe he actually believed he could end it with one desperate strike.
Deadshot could only call this — an idiocy.
His strength, speed, experience, and fighting skills were all far inferior to them.
Trying to steal from the shopkeeper right in front of him—what else could the result be?
Before he could get close, Bane simply grabbed his body, then ripped him apart like rotten cloth.
Count Vertigo's black blood poured all over Bane's head.
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Every Saturday, the Gotham Gazette devotes a small section to a lifestyle column called "Gotham is..."
In this column, a randomly selected Gotham resident completes the sentence
"Gotham is..." in three words.
Bane used to love this column when he first arrived in Gotham. Here are the words used to describe Gotham over the past few weeks:
"Damned."
''Rotten"
"Cursed."
"Asylum."
"Murderous."
"Vicious."
"Cruel."
"Hopeless."
"Corrupt."
"Drenched in blood."
"Broken"
"Grave of innocence."
Bane agreed with all of them deeply. He once thought that a sinful city like this should be conquered by him, ruled by him. It would be really regretfull if he wasn't able to own it.
But that was before he was infected with this laughing gas.
At this moment, he only felt his heart leaping with joy. His whole body felt like it was floating in the air. All the troubles and dissatisfactions of these days left with his loud laughter. He felt that he had endless energy within his body.
It was strange, he was so serious in the past, so bitter and resentful, but all this lost its meaning after inhaling that wierd laughing gas.
Capture the city? Rule Gotham?
Pointless.
For him, these are not important now. He just wants to kill the bat then laugh.
Whoever wants this rotten city can have it, he doesn't like it anymore. He wants to make the entire city have fun. Because, because, he is the warrior of justice, the hero who fights against evil - "Bane"
Thinking of this, Bane grinned and laughed loudly. This creepy laugh made Deadshot's legs weak. The trees could not stop him at all. Those winding, twisting branches that slithered on the ground like pythons were only worthy of being shattered by his power. Bane felt better than ever. No one could stop him. He didn't need to think of any plan. He just had to dismantle the green protective shell summoned by Poison Ivy . and then kill everyone present, and then have fun playing games with Batman.
(Not a mistake. He is changing in real time. He is becoming the joker.)
...
That was when Solomon Grundy arrived.
Unlike many Gotham monsters, this massive zombie possesses almost no intelligence. Controlling him... requires some special tricks.
"Solomon Grundy...born on a Monday."
Killer Croc stumbled beside Tim, his body soaked with water, gasping for air.
"Oh my god! This zombie swims almost as fast as I do! I thought I was an amphibian. I had to carry that corpse, and it took ages to successfully lure him here."
The massive zombie was feasting on the rotten carcass.
Killer Croc asked Robin, "Okay, Robin, uh.. where's Batman?"
Then muttered loudly ,"This feels really weird.its really unlike Batman ."
"You get used to it after a while, Killer Croc," Robin replied despite not agreeing, "Times change, and Batman has to keep up with the times."
"Anyway. Batman's busy. I'll handle Grundy.'"
Robin gets in contact with Alfred.
"Alfred. We've got Grundy. Start. Now."
"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!" The giant zombie muttered between bites as he gnawed on the rotten flesh.
"Solomon Grundy, married on Tuesday..."
"No, Solomon Grundy was born on Tuesday!"
"?"
The giant zombie froze. The next second, he couldn't help but explode with rage.
"Nonsense! Grundy born on Monday!"
"Solomon Grundy, died on Monday!"
"Married on Wednesday!"
"Baptized on Saturday!"
A loud voice echoed from the sky.
A look of confusion and anger crossed the gray zombie's face.
"No, no, this is all wrong!" Grundy roared,enraged.
He looked up, hoping to find the arrogant individual who had tampered with his nursery rhyme, but where in the clear sky could he see the shadow of Batman's invisible fighter plane?
So Grundy roared and ran in the direction the voice came from.
Unsurprisingly, he met Bane, who was on a killing spree on the plants..
"Who tampered with Grundy's nursery rhyme?"
Batman and Poison Ivy exchanged a glance, then stood aside and pointed at Bane. "He did it."
"What? Hiccup, hahahaha..."
Bane was still laughing maniacally when the gray zombie's fist smashed into his face. BANG!
His head was smashed onto the ground, like a fly swat by a swatter. The sound of bones snapping could be heard. Even the combined effects of Titan Venom and Joker's gas couldn't handle the monsters punch.
Grundy's punch knocked a bit of sense into bane.
Bane laughed and got up in an instant.
"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday, Grundy told you, Grundy was born on Monday!!!"
"Why don't you understand? Born - on - Monday!"
Grundy slammed an another punch at bane. Their fists collided.
"Hahahahaha.....You are strong!"
But at this moment, the pool of black mucus pooling near Bane's feet stirred.
The same sludge that had spilled from vertigo suddenly rushed towards Bane's face, merging with the black blood that had dripped on Bane's face before.
Bruce's heart skipped a beat.
The Rot... finally made a move.
Bane's eyeballs turn grayish-white.