"Ain't this nice?" Grune asked as he stalked toward the wounded Nayda. He twirled his club in his hand, drawing nearer step by step as she cringed against the tree at her back. 'Just you, me, and... OW, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Grune shouted when the spinning object hit his snout. Grune backed up a few steps, shaking his head and focusing on the shape below. The convex edge of the black shape was smooth, with the concave edge rippled like the wing of a bat. Rustling in the leaves reached his ears before a human dropped before him.

He was clad in red with green leggings and black boots, with a black on yellow cape. A mask covered his eyes below a mop of black hair. Green sleeves and gloves completed his costume. "I'm Robin," he said, "and you're history , dirtbag."

"No one told me this was Gay Pride Day," Grune guffawed. "I mean, seriously, THAT getup?"

"I knew I should have done this as Nightwing..."

"What?"

"EAT THIS" Robin shouted, reaching into his belt and tossing out several black orbs. Before Grune could react, they burst into brilliant flashes of light that left spots of color in his vision. Grune roared in surprise with pain searing along his optic nerves when several impacts landed in vulnerable points of his abdomen.

Robin hopped back in growing alarm, his fists throbbing. Those hits would have left a human on his knees, yet Grune was barely staggered! Robin threw a grapple line into the branches above while Grune blinked his eyes clear. Time for a new approach, he thought, scattering several objects beneath him.

Grune shook his head clear, muscles tense with mounting rage. The boy was nowhere in sight. Snarling, he stomped over to where he had last seen his opponent.

NOW! Robin thought as Grune stepped into the trap.

Grune roared as massive sonic pulses slammed into him from the sonic disruptors Robin had left behind. Still reeling, a massive jolt of electricity set his nerves alight once the soni onslaught abated. Grune marshalled his anger and strength against the attack. He spun about to find the boy swinging at him from ambush, his face clearly showing surprise at Grune's recovery.

"MY TURN!" Grune bellowed as he grabbed Robin by the ankles and snatched him clear of his line. He spun about, adding his momentum to the boy's to slam his abdoment into a tree and was rewarded with the sound of ribs shattering. Another swing slammed his back into another trunk to the sound of vertebrea snapping. Grune released Robin's legs and studied his opponent for a moment, wary of more tricks. Blood pooled beneath his open mouth, his back twisted and limbs spasming. Grue raised his spiked club ad brougt it down, again and again, leaving Robin's head a splattered ruin.

"Not a bad showing, little hero," Grune panted as he replaced his bloodied mace. "Now to... oh." Nayda, once set to be his victim, was nowhere in sight. "At least you accomplished that much, little hero. I sincerely hope that's a consolation in the hereafter."