"Stop right there!"
Batman leaped down from above and launched a kick.
Below, a crimson cape billowed. Spawn, who was also clad in black, turned to look. The white markings on his body and the eerie green glow in his eyes made the distinction unmistakable.
The kick landed squarely on Spawn's lower back and sent him sprawling. Batman landed, flicked his cape aside, and rose to his feet, looking at the three people who had been burned alive in the alley.
Their twisted bodies, hideous expressions, and the sickening stench of scorched fat in the air all made Batman frown.
Spawn, who had fallen to the ground, lifted his head and looked at Batman. In his soul-state vision, black lines tangled around Batman's soul, yet at its center was a pure, brilliant white.
Batman looked back as well. Neither of them spoke. Spawn had come out to investigate and search for traces of the Spear of Longinus.
Of course, Spawn also had the duty of purging evil and expanding the army of Hell's demon king, Malebolgia. It had to be said that Gotham truly was a very special place.
Special enough that Spawn had burned up three demons with a single blaze. That exchange rate seemed a little too high.
After all, even in New York, notorious criminal kingpins might not necessarily fall into demonhood after death.
The next second, Batman and Spawn clashed.
Batman's rapid attacks were unleashed to their fullest. His modified new armor had metal padding added around the elbow joints, and he used Muay Thai techniques.
Every blow landed like a sledgehammer crashing down, the booming impact deafening.
At the very least, Spawn's bones had heard them loud and clear. But Spawn was someone who had died once already. He was a living corpse, far stronger