Batman landed in a backflip and recognized the intruder at a glance—one of the dangerous individuals in his Bat-database.
"Deathstroke!"
Batman called out. He was at a disadvantage now.
This ridiculous uniform offered him no help aside from the tranquilizer-dart gauntlets on his arms. He had come down too hastily.
Deathstroke swung his greatsword, carving a fissure into the ground as the Mecha Tyrannosaurus charged in from behind.
Its immense size and heavy footsteps shook the modular semi-metal floor, the vibrations carrying far into the distance.
Batman and Deathstroke stood locked in a wary standoff, like two unfamiliar beasts, each guarding against the other's next attack.
However, Deathstroke was at a disadvantage. The Mecha Tyrannosaurus had arrived, a mechanical monster that fought solely according to its programming.
It opened its massive jaws and bit down fiercely. Though it had lost its electrified fangs,
its terrifying mechanical bite force could still trap someone firmly in place.
Deathstroke spun around sharply, intending to deal with the mechanical monster first.
Batman seized the opportunity. The oversized uniform offered no convenience and instead made his movements even more clumsy.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. He raised his hand and threw three Batarangs.
Thank goodness for the performance. I still remembered the Batarangs on my belt, Batman thought as he sprinted to the other side.
He needed a little time. The tranquilizer darts could not penetrate Deathstroke's alloy armor. He needed explosive spray, spherical explosives,
as well as the strength boosters on the mechanical exoskeleton, thermal locators, and liquid nitrogen to shatter his armor.
Deathstroke sensed the Batarangs behind him and spun around. With a horizontal sweep, he cut all three Batarangs in half, sending them clattering to the floor.
The Mecha Tyrannosaurus bit down. Deathstroke raised a hand and seized its jaws.
His body had been