-1CONCLUSION

Before the Batman could be bombed with the first of several super-powerful punches, the secretly, in recent weeks since the rise of a Superman whom was now a quasi-compassionate tyrant, augmented-with-unseen-cybernetics within the blue-grey costume, he would now, since said cybernetics' activation scan seconds earlier, quite literally "equal the battlefield".

Something an unsuspecting, snarling in audaciousness, Man of Steel would now come to comprehend, as the Dark Knight ducked an incoming Fist of Steel a single solitary second before delivering a robotically-assisted, bombastic blow to the square chin of Superman…

"Uhmf!"

Which had the dual effect of, first, stunning Superman into momentary inaction and, second, sending his hulking-in-red-blue form soaring back for several feet, before crashing down, hard, onto the street. Then skidding slightly whilst tearing up pavement 'neath his super-powerful body.

"Uhnn…"

But before this Tyrant of Steel could catch his breath or reacquire any of his super-senses…

"Yiiii-ahhhh!"

The Batman charged ahead, slightly faster than usual, thanks, again, to the cybernetics recently installed within the blue-grey Bat-suit, in order to set about pummeling Superman with one cyber-enhanced striking fist after the other, and another and another and another…

"Gyiiiii!"

Whereupon the Man of Steel quickly recovered to kick the Batman in the exact opposite path, whereas the Bat-suit's bullet-and-blast-proofing would be put to the ultimate test…

"Guhnn!"

As the tossed away Dark Knight's muscular Self , just not as extreme as Superman's, smashed through the building's walls, behind which he had hidden immediately after Superman destroyed his one-of-a-kind, obsidian Batmobile. Leaving the man within the costume of blue-grey bruised and shaken, but not broken. Not yet.

"Is that…the best you've got!" insolently shouted Batman, as he slowly, stiffly, stood up upon Bat-booted feet, every inch of the broad of his back screaming in momentary agony. Quickly standing his ground with Bat-gloved fists held taughtly before his body, the Batman made ready for yet another of the Man of Steel's super-attacks. Hoping against hope that he, somehow, would survive, in order to return such via the Bat-suit cybernetics capable of multiplying the Dark Knight's every blow by at least a hundred times o'er normal. For such was the only way this Batman could come close to standing toe-to-toe 'gainst this Superman for very much longer.

But, just before the Man of Steel launched such 'gainst the Dark Knight, X-ray vision swiftly assessed the severity of sustained injuries in the form of hairline fractures across the rear of Batman's ribcage, as well as severely strained, even twisted, back muscles, both directly due to the powerful impact of a Caped Crime-killer's body crashing through the unforgiving cement-and-steel of said building, behind which Batman had originally hidden from someone with the ability to see straight through entire ground-floor walls. Glimpsing a peek at a momentarily motionless Dark Knight, just prior to this masked Human forcing a fight.

The Batman began to reach for a compartment containing a recently added pistol from the militarily developed, through Wayne Enterprises no less, "metal storm" armory, which would electrically fire, from its multiple barrels, far faster than the most powerful handgun, thousands of armor-piercing projectiles, which might not have penetrated the invulnerable skin of the Man of Steel, but would have, at the very least, caused sensations of actual pain. Just enough for the Dark Knight to reinitiate another attack via his cyber-assisted fists and feet.

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly…

"Do not cross over into Metropolis, Batman", sternly said Superman, as he slowly lifted into the air to hover, briefly, some sixteen feet above the broken ground, "or any other city under my protection and watchful eyes. If you do…I will return. And, at that time, I shall not shirk my ability to quickly kill you with my heat vision. For now…Gotham City is yours!"

Suddenly streaking off, first at a slanted angle into the air, some ten thousand feet further up, then at a sharp right-angled, and level, flight path that would see Superman far away from Gotham in the span of seconds it would take the Batman to take in what had just happened.

"Guess I showed him", muttered Batman, as he wheezed and winched from the greater agonies now afflicting his form of he whom would have to walk to one of the Dark Knight's nearest escape tunnels 'neath his city, inevitably leading him back to his Bat-cave 'neath Wayne Manor on the outskirts of Gotham City. "Yeah…right."