Superman versus Batman
By jetts31 4 Comments
The pitch of night blankets the streets of Gotham. The only illumination this night comes from the surge of lightning jumping between the clouds. The bass of thunder rumbles across the atmosphere and muffles the commotion of traffic on the streets. One might believe this is all a precursor to a coming storm, but tonight, this will be no ordinary storm.
Perched motionless atop Gotham City’s tallest structure, Wayne Towers is a crouched Dark Knight. Each night he dons his cape and cowl is another night to avenge the murder of his parents in Crime Alley so many years ago. His job is never done and this night proves no different. His flowing cape rides the currents of wind. His cowl only reveals white pupil less eyes and a grim expression. He is awaiting his opponent. Perhaps the most powerful entity on the planet. Batman knows he will not have to wait long.
On foot, commuters making their way home have no idea what has passed by them on the streets, they only feel a gust of wind. A gale that pushes ladies dresses up and knocks the hats off of the men in buttoned trench coats. A faint, almost indistinguishable streak of crimson and blue is seen by a few of the more attentive Gothamites. The Man of Steel has made his way from Metropolis to the unforgiving streets of Gotham City. Clark Kent. Kal-El. Superman. Adopted alien son and hero to the planet Earth. Widely considered to be the most powerful being on the planet and despite the power he conveys simply by being, he has a moment of apprehension. This is Bruce’s town and he knows it. And while Bruce knows this city better than most people know their spouses and could be anywhere, there is one place he knows to look first.
Superman’s touch down on the gravel rooftop of Wayne Towers is flawless. The staccato bass of thunder accompanies his landing. Batman acknowledges to himself, in the shadows, it is quite a sight to see, Superman, in all of his grace and power. Yet, despite his respect for Clark, it does not change what is about to happen on the rooftop of Wayne Towers tonight.
Through the din and darkness of the Gotham night, Superman sees the Dark Knight’s pointed ears of his cowl and hears the rustle of the cape even through the surging storm. There is of course a reason why they call him Superman.
“It doesn’t have to be like this Bruce!”
The Caped Crusader rises in silent stoicism.
“The strong silent treatment isn’t going to work Bruce. We need to talk. We need to resolve this situation.”
The Last Son of Krypton strides towards Batman. A clap of thunder is doled out by the heavens. Before the rumble fades into the clouds, Superman is stopped in his stride by a flash of light so bright people on the street below can not help but look up as it is released.
Superman's olfactory immediately recognizes magnesium. A flare from the belt. Batman and his utility belt score first. As Superman’s sight begins to correct itself and he continues forward, his feet are locked by two titanium clamps around his boots. Suddenly the Man of Steel is hit by a surge of electricity. The lights on four city blocks flicker. Street lights shut off of with the surge and attempt to re-light themselves. Once precisely timed traffic now flicker in a rhythmic flash of red.
Superman is being electrocuted. The smell of burning hair starts to fill the air. His fingertips begin to blacken.
The electricity ends and Superman is left on one knee. The Man of Steel is getting angry. Before he is completely able to regain his senses, his former friend is on the move. Batman, with one fluid movement of his arm, launches a set of Batarangs into the air on a collision course for Clark. The still wobbling Kryptonian braces for their impact as his condition does not allow him to dodge the entire barrage. Instead of a striking Superman though, Batman’s revolving projectiles explode in front of Superman, releasing a payload of noxious fumes. Five separate clouds of gas enter Superman’s nose and infect his lungs with their potency. Not the sort of attack that will take Superman out for very long but it is one that keeps him disoriented and reeling, if only for a few more seconds.
The Dark Knight, if he hopes to have any chance at success, needs to make the most out of the seconds he has created for himself. As Superman is clearing his lungs, Batman launches his grapple line at the twenty foot high “W” that makes up the Wayne Towers sign. He pulls tautly on the line and begins his swing towards the Last Son of Krypton. Unfortunately for the Batman, the seconds he believed, if not hoped, to have, have vanished. As he is still fending off the remains of the Batarang attack, Clark manages to grab Bruce’s boot in midair. With the ease of someone who can lift boulders like tennis balls, Superman sends Batman flying in the opposite direction and directly into the support structure for the Wayne Towers sign.
Batman’s spine takes the brunt of the impact. Years of training and conditioning have taught him how to roll his body to avoid major damage but nothing can train him for the force of being thrown by Superman. He is thankful he wore his Impact uniform for tonight’s activities. He falls clumsily from the sign on to the gravel rooftop below. Clark’s throw had a little more speed on it than he would have expected.
“I might be in trouble” thinks Bruce.
As he shakes the stars from his head Batman looks up and Superman is in front of him.
“I am definitely in trouble” runs through the Caped Crusader’s mind.
Superman picks up Batman by his shoulder and punches Batman. The sound of the crack on his jaw is the only thing Batman can remember until he hits the gravel rooftop and slides for another fifteen feet. His jaw is most likely broken.
He must be holding back. Otherwise that punch would have disconnected Bruce’s head from his body.
“You know I held back Bruce. We don’t have to do this!”
Batman reaches for a pouch on his belt. The belt will have a remedy.
Before Batman can slip his fingers into the right rear pouch, Superman is in front of him again. With a swift kick to the kneeling hero’s midsection, Batman again is lifted into the air. He hears a wet snap of his rib. Clark has managed to crack three of his ribs, even through his Impact armor. Now he definitely needs to get to the belt.
“Are we done yet Bruce?”
Get to the belt.
“We can end this right now.”
Superman’s words are deafened by the sound of another clap of thunder in the Gotham skyline.
As Superman moves toward Batman, Batman catches some semblance of breath, gathers his strength and reaches for the pouch on his belt. With the same smooth motion used to throw his Batarangs, Batman releases one small capsule into the air. Superman picks the capsule out of the air between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re getting desperate now Br..”
The capsule explodes. The Man of Steel’s face is completely covered in a translucent epoxy. The epoxy begins to harden on the Kryptonian’s face the longer it is exposed to the air. This trick will only buy the Dark Knight a few moments. Batman scrambles to his feet.
There is a hum of energy growing from behind the epoxy. The translucence gives way to the red glow of heat vision. Two beams rip through the atmosphere. His enhanced strength is able to render the remaining pieces over his nose and mouth to shreds. Superman’s hearing picks up the cutting of the thick night air by two objects. He spins in a flash to meet the first object exploding at his feet. A blue haze of Freon and the sound of rapidly forming ice pique the Man of Steel’s attention. His legs and boots are encased in ice. The second object, a spheroid, crumples the gravel on the rooftop as it rolls to the frozen feet of Superman. It then unleashes a sonic shrill that puts cracks on the adjacent building’s windows. The Dark Knight stands clear. His cowl provides protection from the attack.
The Man of Steel writhes in agony. His nose releases a slow trickle of blood. He flexes his legs and the block of ice around his feet is blown into thousands of pieces of frozen shrapnel. Batman covers himself with his Kevlar lined cape as bits of the ice bounce off of it. Superman takes to the air now. A short burst of energy from the Kryptonian’s eyes dispatches the sonic grenade fifteen feet below him. He raises his head and again unleashes his atomic vision to halt the approach of another round of Batman’s attacks. A gust from his super breath pushes Batman into the air. Superman meets his former friend in mid-air. His grip is like a vise around Batman’s chest piece. The stitching is stretched tautly and the sound of the micro-fibers ripping can be heard. Batman is twenty feet in the air and now Superman is moving away from the rooftop to the open sky and Gotham’s Main Street hundreds of feet below. The Caped Crusader wraps his hands around the forearm of Superman. It is like holding on to a piece of steel. Superman’s arm doesn’t flinch.
“Out of tricks Bruce?”
Batman’s left hand let’s go of Superman’s forearm. He cocks his hand back to expose a nozzle connected to his glove. A stream of acid jets from the nozzle and sprays Superman’s face. The Man of Steel let’s out a grunt of pain. He flings Batman down to the rooftop so he can attend to his smoldering face. Batman lands on top of an air conditioning unit. The unit explodes with sparks and smoke. Batman is on his side trying to get to his feet before his foe comes back.
Superman clears away the acid as his face smokes from the attack. He descends on Batman who has scrambled from the air conditioning unit to his feet on the rooftop.
“It’s going to take more than that Bruce.”
Superman’s voice grates at Batman’s nervous system. The powerful semi-deity is now flaunting his power and he knows it. Batman also knows he is running out of options. He turns to run. Superman grabs a handful of Batman’s cape with his right hand. Batman’s head and neck are now angled towards his back. Superman puts his boot at the base of Batman’s spine. He leans in to Batman’s head.
“Bruce…say ‘uncle’.”
The belt. One more time. The belt.
The Dark Knight detective slips his hand into the last pouch on his belt. It is a specially lead lined pouch and pulls from it his trump card. From under the cape a green radioactive glow begins to light up the two combatants in emerald. Superman’s grip starts to loosen. Batman’s head and neck again have slack. Superman can not hold on to the Kevlar cape any longer and he releases it. Batman spins to face the Kryptonian. The small glow now becomes a beacon from atop Wayne Tower. People below begin to look skyward, point, and comment on the mysterious emerald light radiating from the tower.
His jaw most likely broken, any utterance hurts so Batman offers just one word to Superman, “Uncle.”
Superman drops to one knee. His strength is rapidly leaving him. Kryptonite. Bruce brought the ring. He once entrusted its existence to Bruce if he had ever lost control. A piece of jewelry with an extraterrestrial stone to battle a god.
Now Bruce is using it against him.
Superman raises his hands in a futile attempt to block the alien rock’s rays. His arms and legs weaken to the point where he is now on both knees and his arms have ceased to work. His skin begins to dry out. Fissures on his face crack and bleed. His ebony hair begins graying.
Superman is dying.
As quickly as Superman deteriorates is as quickly as the Batman puts the extraterrestrial rock back into the lead lined pouch in his belt. He hovers over the slowly recuperating Superman.
“We’re done talking. Now get out of my city.”
A flash of lightning and a roll of thunder strike the sky and Batman is gone.
The Man of Steel rises to his feet. His skin regains its color and elasticity. His hair goes back to black. He can feel his strength returning even though his arms have not quite returned all the way. His head is filled with the residual effects of the Kryptonite, Superman pines for the sun, but he feels strong enough to return to the skies.
As he floats in the sky above Wayne Towers, he scans the area. No sign of the Batman anywhere. He could probably go to the Cave and meet Bruce there but he lacks the strength. Besides, the Bat-Cave is teaming with traps and other premeditated means of defense concocted by Bruce. This round will have to go to Batman. But there will be a round two and next time round two is going to be in Metropolis. Superman pivots toward the sky and in a blur, the Kryptonian is gone.
In the distance, Batman watches Clark leave. He turns in silhouette with the streaks of lightning now filling the Gotham sky. He has multiple bruises, a broken jaw, and multiple broken ribs but he knows he won tonight. He also knows this isn’t over between the two titans. A flash of lightning illuminates the sky. As quickly as the sky is lit is as quickly as it is dark again and as quickly as the Dark Knight is gone. He will be off to Metropolis soon enough.
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