"Alfred? You mean that old butler? He isn't here, but you'll be seeing him soon."
Strange took an injection gun from his belt, tested it under the light, pressed it against his neck, and pulled the trigger.
The drug flowed into his body. Strange grinned. "Do you think tomorrow morning's news will report that Gotham's wealthy young heir committed suicide in the streets?"
Batman answered with his fist.
Without the slightest pause, Batman's attacks came down on Strange like a raging storm.
Breaking through Strange's defense, a full set of Wing Chun Sun-Character Punches slammed into Strange's chest without pause, drawing dull thuds from the Slavic bulletproof vest.
"Brutal..." Strange staggered back repeatedly, opening up some distance before clutching his chest and taking two breaths.
Without that dose of enhancer propping him up, he might really not have been able to beat Batman. But... the drug was taking effect.
Strange tilted his head back and rolled his neck. This body might not have been all that good, but it was still what he treasured most...
Batman threw another punch. This time, Strange did not dodge. He casually caught Batman's fist with one hand.
"Let's have some fun and see who the real Batman is!"
A smile appeared on Strange's face. He gripped Batman's fist tightly, then kicked Batman's right leg at the same time.
His already injured right leg gave a sharp crack. The bone fractured!
The pain made Batman's eyelids twitch. He could only reach down and grasp his leg, tightening the protective mechanism inside. Steel wires cinched tight, forcibly fixing his right leg in place.
Strange charged forward. Batman flicked his cape, and several Batarangs flew out from beneath its cover.
Strange's charge was interrupted by the Batarangs, but they were not aimed at him. They curved around