Intended as a one-shot.
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Blood. The taste of metal in the mouth of the savior, pieces of industrial grade bullet proof glass cracking and falling off his suit as he rose from his crouch to face the adversary. The scent of chemicals, metal, Sionis Industries was a cesspool and above on the balcony, peering through the hole in the window, was a man who lit up a nicotine free cigarette, adjusting the cuff links of his white suit.
A crack rib, the landing had been far from kind.
Crunch.
Landing before him, head tilted slightly to the side the black leather outfit exposed a tanned mid drift, muscular and above the mask covering the mouth and nose grey eyes like roadside sludge stared at him. Auburn hair cut short and in a punk way, even he could see the smirk beneath the mouth cover. Boots crushing glass, gauntlets on her wrists a grade of weaponry that rivaled his own.
"Call your bitch off, Roman." He growled and put his hand on a batarang, the figure in white chuckling before speaking in that raspy distinctly Gotham accent.
"Perhaps you should have thought of the consequences when you called her a daddy's girl."
Crack.
His bones ached from blocked the blow, knowing how easily bones could be crushed if he was not careful. Cape swirling a bronzed hand caught a handful of it yanking to drag the larger man into her fist, using that very cape like a child would a yo-yo.
"Say it again, cadela, I might not have heard you," Her hands seized his wrists and they were face to face, eyes burning like grey torches as she forced him back. "Am I too much for you?"
Headbutting her was a mistake, the broken nose he instilled was already cracking back into place as she smirked. Snapping her head forward like a hammer the favor was returned and Batman saw stars.
"Ele não vale o meu tempo, Sionis." Tossing him down she glanced up at her employer who blew smoke with no change of expression.
"Live up to your reputation, Ms Savage."
Lip curling at the comment Scandal Savage turned just in time to catch a batarang, looking at it in amusement.
"Really? You throw little toys at me, cadela?" Then it began beeping and the Bat dove behind a crate as the miniature explosion made the room shudder. Now he could smell burnt flesh, it wasn't a crippling wound, only a loss of a hand as he saw the woman on her knees clutching her hand.
Crunch.
Pieces of concrete and metal under his boots and he tilted his head, the low growl from Savage made him pause. Looking at him now she sneered.
"Ow." Then she rose to her feet and in the dust he saw the skeletal fingers, muscle crawling up the bones as her gaze became serious. "Now you have pissed me off."
The blades came out, six inches and razor sharp that could slice through stone and steel. Glinting in the florescent light of the factory room they reflected the same color as her eyes.
"How…?" His eyes danced from her hand to her face.
"Vamos ver você sangrar, cavaleiro das trevas."
Translations:
Cadela – bitch/slut
Vamos ver você sangrar, cavaleiro das trevas – Let's see you bleed, dark knight
Ele não vale o meu tempo, Sionis – He isn't worth my time, Sionis