This time, Batman flew straight to Deathstroke without using his grapnel.
His eyes gleamed an unsettling spectral green, and his enormous wings whipped up howling gusts of air.
"Wow, is this the form you always wanted? Turning into an actual bat monster..."
Before Deathstroke could finish, Batman lunged at him.
Almost simultaneously, Deathstroke raised the compact submachine gun against his chest and fired a burst into Batman's left wing.
His plan was simple: strip his opponent of the ability to fly, then drag him into the mire of ground combat.
The plan went smoothly. Gunfire shredded Batman's left wing, and his forward momentum sent him crashing headfirst to the ground.
Deathstroke drew his sword, its keen edge flashing toward the other wing.
But this time, Batman escaped the slash. He rolled over to face Deathstroke and pulled the trigger on his Combat Grapnel.
Deathstroke had assumed the man had lost his mind. Completely unprepared for any of Batman's little gadgets, he took the grapnel straight through his chest.
The claw spread open after piercing his flesh, anchoring itself firmly to his shoulder blade. When Batman pressed the retract button, Deathstroke was forcibly yanked off his feet.
A devastating punch from Batman awaited him.
Bang!
The sonic boom whipped up a violent blast of air. As the fist slammed into the side of Deathstroke's face, the crack of shattering bone exploded through the silent corridor.
Half of Deathstroke's face had been smashed apart. A bloody jaw hung beneath his ruined mask, and the Grapnel Gun had torn away a large chunk of flesh as well.
Without his extraordinary healing factor, that single punch would have killed him.
Of course, this was only the beginning.
Seeing his target still standing, Batman folded his wings and closed in at high speed.
After witnessing