"Goddamn Batman, is this petty bullshit all you've got?! Get out here and fight me properly, you bastard!"
Bang, bang, bang! Another volley rang out. Watching the drones crash to the ground after his precise shots, Deathstroke finally lost his composure and launched into a completely undignified tirade.
Half a fucking hour. It had already been a whole half hour, and he'd spent all of it fighting these drones that were as annoying as flies.
At first, Deathstroke had thought Batman was only using them to distract him, hoping to seize an opening and take him down as quickly as possible, so he'd been happy to play along.
But by now, he was absolutely certain that the bastard had no intention of fighting him normally. He was just wasting his time!
"Deathstroke, I..."
Batman's Projection appeared again. This time, Deathstroke wasn't even in the mood to exchange words. He simply blasted it apart with two shots.
Click, click. With practiced ease, Deathstroke swapped out his empty pistols, took a deep breath, then turned to jump off the roof.
Boom!
At that very moment, a violent blast knocked him off his feet and hurled him straight back onto the rooftop.
"Again. This shit again..."
As a top-tier mercenary, Deathstroke shouldn't have let anger affect his actions, but he really couldn't help it!
Not only did these damned drones keep wasting his time, they also blasted him back with powerful shock waves whenever he tried to leave, just as they had now.
Deathstroke might have been an enhanced superhuman, but even he couldn't ignore impacts like that.
And the most, most, most infuriating thing was that these damned things seemed endless, popping out of practically every corner. It was as though he were trapped inside a room made of drones!
So now,