Chapitre 15: Assessment.
Some time had passed since David had fought with Deathstroke and Batman, but even as he tried to make his way home, the amount of blood David had lost made it hard for him to move. David limped his way home, as best he could, using his grappling gun, to glide across the city.
" Damn, Deathstroke." His vision was beginning to blur slightly. And just as he was beginning to make a pass over the wayne foundation's building, David lost his balance and dropped, falling straight down onto the gas station below him.
David hit the concrete roof hard, thankfully however, he managed to land on his arm and used the momentum to roll the rest of the impact away. " Damn... Koff. Koff. Hit a lung.... Gonna take some time... To heal." David's consciousness slowly slipped away from the amount of blood he had loss.
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Meanwhile, at the same time, Batman was back at the Batcave going over the footage of the fight.
With him were Dick, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Jason, Alfred, Barbara, and Damian. And needless to say they were all impressed.
" Who is this guy?" Jason asked the others.
" A problem, apparently. I've never seen anyone hang with Slade like that." Tim stated. He was surprised to see anyone fighting with deathstroke as an equal, considering all the facts, Deathstroke naturally had an advantage over many of his competitors.
" What are you talking about, Tim? I've beaten Deathstroke before." Dick told the young man.
" Yeah, but I mean look at him, he's actually skilled. I'd say even more skilled than Deathstroke, and then that power. Deathstroke has every advantage that we don't. That serum running through his blood enhances all of his physical capabilities. But North is fighting him as an equal, he's even overpowering him on a few occasions here. But what surprises me more is how easily he adapted to Bruce. I mean, he wasn't even phased a little by him." Tim spoke
Stephanie turned in her chair and looked at Bruce. " What do you think, Bruce? What's fighting him like?"
" Tough. From a normal glance his skills seem sharp. They're fast, powerful, and almost all of his attacks should have been Lethal. But taking a closer look, he was rusty. As if his body hadn't moved like that in some time, which is possible. He was out of the military for some time, before coming to Gotham."
" Damn, makes you wonder what he was like back then." Jason muttered.
" There's something familiar about the way he fights." Bruce muttered.
" What do you mean, Bruce?" Dick asked.
" I've seen this fighting style before. From three different martial artists, each with their own version." Bruce explained.
" Three other people? What does that mean? And why does it matter?" Stepanie asked Bruce.
" Dragon style."
" Wait a minute, Dragon style. You mean-?" Barbara muttered.
Bruce pressed a button and three prominent figures appeared on the screen of the bat computer.
" Bronze Tiger, Richard Dragon, Lady Shiva." Bruce spoke.
Cassandra looked up at the screen and muttered one simple word. " Mother."
" Three of the deadliest martial artists to ever live. Bronze Tiger and Lady Shiva have no qualms about taking a life if it suits their desires. However, Richard Dragon is more of a devout practitioner. It's hard to say which one of them is truly the best fighter, but either way-" Bruce spoke.
" Either way, they are the best of the best. Which would explain why David seemed to know Deathstroke, and why he manhandled the two of you. Being in the military, I'm sure he traveled a lot. Though I can't imagine any of these three training just any ordinary guy. Bronze Tiger is a league member, Richard Dragon is a hard man to find even with our tech, and Lady Shiva... Well." Dick spoke.
" I know." Bruce told Dick. " Be on the lookout for Deathstroke and his family. This won't be the last we've seen of either of them. There's a war coming to Gotham, and I don't want us to be caught behind. Barbara, I may need you in the field. Can you handle it?" Bruce asked the woman.
" Of course, Bruce. But do you really think this is gonna blow up as big as you think it is?" Barbara asked the man.
" Yes, I do." Bruce responded.
Batman got up from his computer and pulled his cowl back on.
" Where are you going, Bruce?" Dick asked.
" David had a sword stabbed through one of his lungs, he's going to need medical treatment somehow. If I can find him, I can bring him in now and keep the damage to a minimum. And then, I'm going hunting for Slade." Bruce told the man. He went to get in the Bat Mobile. But as he opened the sliding hatch, Bruce was stopped.
" Coming."
It was Cassandra, and she told Bruce that she was coming with him.
" I can handle this Cassandra."
" Want help."
Bruce took one long look at the young woman's face and knew she wasn't going to back down from this. She never did when it came to her family.
" Go get changed. "
With a nod Cassandra, backed away from Bruce and walked over to her suitcase. She quickly stripped down and dawned her outfit, much to the chargin of her friends.
" Ready." Cassandra told Bruce.
" Then let's go."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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