thcmidnightcr:
Every movement was preceded by electrical activity in the brain, even the smallest of which was detected by Midnighter. It hardly required his enhanced speed to catch the offending fist and raise a foot in a high kick to deflect the weapon in his other hand. There was less threat of him slicing through his boot after all, and the last thing he wanted was to expose his bloodstream to this sick fuck, especially when he wasn’t sure what had changed those children or the Bat. He had enough “evil” versions of himself running around. Threateningly, he squeezed the fist in his grasp with borderline bone-crushing strength. “I’m going to piss on your corpse when I’m done with you.”
Skill in the end was nothing to speed, at least in the fight that was taking place. Midnighter proved this true as his own attacks had deflected the weapon. The fist that had been caught with the strong grip earned the sound of bone slowly crushing, causing bits of red to just leak from the hand itself. Most would just give up to the pain, but what it got was a push forward from the Bat’s body. His sharp teeth widened as they made their way to chomp at the other’s face.
All that mattered to the Bat was giving pain, and if he would fail to kill or be the killed...he wanted to leave something for Midnighter to remember him by. Not like that face needed skin anyway.