Bat's rock-hard fist slammed into his bracer, sending a jolt of numbness through Chen Mo's wrist despite his Nano Armor and Venom symbiosis.
Batman really was terrifying.
Batman was also driven back two steps by the recoil, his boots crushing the bricks beneath them. Chen Mo tightened the webbing stuck to his shoulder armor and used the pull to flip behind him, kicking at his back armor with both feet.
Boom!
The shelving buckled under the impact. Several empty boxes flew over Roman's head, frightening him into squeezing his eyes shut and desperately tucking his head into his shoulders.
Hadn't Unlucky Bear been canceled...? Wasn't Unlucky Penguin the show airing lately? Unlucky Black Mask didn't even sound good. Could we please not do this show...?
Chen Mo landed on the nearby wall, spread his four mechanical legs, and pounced down.
Batman turned and caught his arm. Their combined weight bore down on the overturned shelving, and the metal frame creaked as it flattened further.
"Enough."
Beneath his mask, Bruce's deep blue eyes looked at Chen Mo. Chen Mo read a great many emotions in them, no less complex than those in volume three of Gotham Phantom, when Batman confessed his love to Bruce Wayne.
The same familiar composition, the same familiar acting through the eyes.
Draw enough fan comics, and you would always find the corresponding karmic payback in reality.
"Not even close."
Turning his head to avoid his gaze, Chen Mo pushed against Batman's helmet, forcing his face to one side.
His arm was pinned, and he couldn't pull it free, so Chen Mo drove his bent knee toward the heavy armor's chest, so agitated that even his breathing faltered.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth. The mechanical legs on his back braced against the wall, slowly bending to build