Then came the final blow.
His right fist shot straight out.
With all his strength.
His knuckles struck the center of Bane's mask.
The last two Venom tubes on the mask burst under the impact.
A crack split the mask from top to bottom.
Bane's body flew backward and crashed into a burning patrol car, leaving a human-shaped dent in its frame.
Then he slid down, dropping to one knee.
All the Venom lines had snapped.
His body rapidly shrank.
His muscles atrophied.
His strength drained away.
Ten seconds later, a solidly built man around six-foot-three knelt amid the ruins.
His mask had shattered, revealing a pale, twisted face warped by Venom's side effects.
He looked up at the black-clad man standing before him.
Then his own weight crushed him to the ground.
The moment the surrounding Hydra mercenaries saw Bane fall, their morale collapsed as if someone had flushed it down a toilet.
The exoskeleton troops began to retreat.
The infantry started running.
Batman blocked the southern escape route from the side.
Lynn blocked the north.
Fifteen minutes later.
Gotham police reinforcements finally arrived.
Commissioner Gordon led three companies of officers and surrounded the remaining mercenaries.
Amid the ruins.
Batman walked up to Lynn.
Several parts of his suit were damaged.
One shoulder guard was cracked, and his chest armor bore bullet marks. But he stood perfectly straight.
"You identified the Venom lines as the weakness." Bruce's voice came from behind the mask. "Then you broke six lines in three moves."
"I counted. It was four moves. The first was a feint."
"A feint counts too. Your tactical execution had almost no wasted movement. The target and force of every strike were calculated in advance."
Bruce paused.
"Just how much have you learned?"
Lynn removed his mask.
There was