"I really didn't expect you to have a trick like that up your sleeve. But what surprises me even more is that this thing is still alive!"
Crouching on the ground, Killer Croc poked the writhing puddle of Talon with a baffled look.
Jack had swung him around like a pair of nunchucks. Although he hadn't slammed him into the ground or anything else, the sheer speed and sonic booms alone had inflicted horrifying damage.
Really, only Talon's inability to die had saved him. Anyone else would probably have exploded at the first sonic boom.
"They say Talon is on par with Batman in combat, but looking at him now, that seems pretty exaggerated."
Beside him, Jack rolled his neck. Talon had made a reasonably sturdy pair of nunchucks, but the thought of his boss saying that his combat ability was close to Batman's made him want to laugh.
While Zuo Ci was away, he had actually found time to seek Batman out and more or less forced him into a warm, friendly "exhibition match."
In that fight, Jack had held every advantage, whether in strength, speed, size, combat experience, or endurance. Before they started, no matter how he looked at it, Jack couldn't see any possible way for Batman to win.
So, in the interest of fairness, he had allowed Batman to use any equipment he wanted-even a machine gun would have been fine.
Yet within ten minutes of the fight starting, Batman had won with only minor injuries.
Honestly, Jack still hadn't figured out how Batman had won. He hadn't made a single mistake during the fight, yet somehow he'd lost anyway. It was practically a horror story.
Because of that, though, Jack's opinion of Batman had improved considerably, and he had added him to his list of