In the darkness, a Batwoman in heavy power armor stood firmly on the ground.
Across from him, Deathstroke hung upside down from the ceiling like a bat, slowly circling the armored figure as though searching for the right angle to strike.
"I thought that even if they made you Hellbat Armor, you'd have worn it out killing them."
Su Ming was still chatting. If the awkward dance tactic had not been useless this time, he might have busted out a few moves. After all, he had picked up a thing or two during all those years in Marvel.
"Why would I use a gift they gave me against them?" The Batman Who Laughs approached, reaching out to grab Su Ming, only for him to dodge nimbly. "I could beat them myself. I don't know whether your Bruce has a suit called 'Fenrir,' but I had one too. Later, when I killed them, I renamed it Husky Armor. Hahahaha."
"You could have won without them too. Is that what you wanted to prove?"
"Sigh, I thought you were one of the rare smart ones. At least your thinking is broader than the other Bruces'. But why can't you understand?" The Batman Who Laughs fired Heat Vision at where Su Ming hung upside down, only for him to evade it again. He did not care, merely continuing, "History is always written by the victors, and people only remember the victors' names. Who remembers the losers?"
"I'm guessing you're someone who only cares about results." Su Ming counterattacked with his Power Ring and magic, but the outcome was obvious. Aside from producing all sorts of flashy effects, he did not damage the armor in the slightest.
So it really had to be close combat.
"All Batmen are the same. You're no exception. We