"Heart..."
Squelch. The Batarang plunged straight into the heart with perfect precision, then twisted sharply, wrenching it into a spiral.
"Throat..."
Crack. A heavy knife-hand strike slammed into the vulnerable throat, severely damaging both the larynx and the cervical spine.
"Temple..."
Crunch. He turned and swung his arm, driving an elbow hard into the vulnerable temple. The bones there shattered instantly, and some fragments pierced straight into the brain.
"Eyes, liver, groin..."
Blow after blow, Batman attacked the human body's deadliest weak points without hesitation. Every move he made sent another Talon down, unable to move.
To be Batman, Bruce had spent his short life learning nearly every martial art in existence. He knew exactly how to kill with a single blow.
But he would never normally use such methods on anyone. It wasn't just his no-kill rule; more than anything, he feared becoming addicted to their efficiency and neglecting everything else.
Now, though, neither concern mattered. Between the information Zuo Ci had provided and his own earlier experience, he had confirmed that the Talons really could not die.
Against enemies whose combat skills were close to his own, the best option was naturally to "kill" them.
Crack... slash... crash...
Accompanied by those terrifying sounds, less than three minutes into the fight, the elite Talons-the Court of Owls' most powerful instruments of violence-had suffered devastating casualties under Batman's brutal assault. He had single-handedly routed them.
Riiip!
After slashing open the last Talon's neck, Batman had dealt with every Talon present. He turned to look at Joker.
"Woo-hoo! That was amazing!"
Like a kid who had spotted his favorite cartoon hero on the street, Joker waved his arms and danced around in celebration of Batman's victory. The hand cannon he held had no safety whatsoever, and as he waved it around,