Batman remained one with the shadows, as if every patch of darkness in the apartment were part of his body.
His voice came from beneath the cowl, low and muffled.
"You think I came here to chat?"
"The photos. Hand them over, or you'll be carried into a hospital tonight."
Yongye leaned against the doorframe, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"The Kryptonians are about to attack, and you still have time to fight me over some photos?"
"Bad Bat, your priorities are smaller than your pink underpants."
"Superman is agonizing over whether to surrender, General Zod is waiting aboard his ship to flatten Earth in three days, and all humanity is counting on you Superheroes to stop him."
He took two steps forward, open mockery in his eyes.
"And you came here to threaten me?"
"What kind of Superhero does that make you? You're no different from those greedy capitalists: selfish, arrogant, stupid, and incapable of telling what matters most."
Batman's gaze remained cold as a blade.
"I will not be the next Iron Man! Give me back the photos!"
"Hand them over and I'll leave immediately. You're right—the Aliens are the real threat. I don't have time to waste on you!"
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Yongye spread his hands, wearing the expression of someone whose troublesome child had finally seen sense. Then he changed tack. "But I'm still not giving them to you!"
He activated his Nanotech Armor, then pressed his thumb lightly against his waist. A dark red scabbard silently emerged from the System Space.
Tessaiga's blade gleamed dully in the dim living room, like polished bone.
Yongye gripped the hilt and pointed it at Batman, grinning like he had just tracked mud across someone else's living-room carpet.
"Want the photos? Come get them."
Batman gave