Oh how I enjoyed this. Every minute of it, every punch he threw at me, I could only grin wider. I reveled in the soft sound his armor made when it crunched against him. As we threw each other around the room, slamming the other into walls in pure fury and....passion....I knew only one thing.
He was mine.
He was all mine and no matter how easy it would be, I wasn't going to kill him. Not yet. He punched me in the jaw with brutal force and I saw some of my face paint fly through the air. Or was it blood?
I laughed with glee, darted forward, and kicked him so hard his knees instantly buckled. Now there's a good batman. He lay there, at my mercy and I couldn't bring myself to lay the final blow. I knew it would be too easy. I wanted to be covered in my own blood as well as his when I killed him. I wanted to do it with my last, most unexpected burst of strength. Oh, the power I would FEEL in that moment, the way I'd gloat in his face as he faded into nothing.... but I couldn't kill him yet.
So I tossed him under a fallen wood plank and matched his snarl of hatred with my own. I left him there, to...think....about all this. About us.
He was MINE goddam it. Mine to kill, mine to play with as I watched his life slowly ebb away.
And God help this city if someone else got to him first.