After much needed rest, I am back in action.

Jesus. I just looked at the part near the end of chapter 7 on FF dot net, and man is that spacing atrocious. I really should have combined a few sentences together.

I write these chapters on Microsoft word. The lines look better when I haven't uploaded them yet, and they get stretched by FF dot net's formatting.

(*Obligatory grumbling about FF's formatting*)

I was kind of out of it when writing last chapter. Don't worry, I'm fine now.

Reviews!

Oh dear, we have one of THOSE people commenting.

frytrix: Well, no one asked you. If you don't like my author notes, then don't read them. Otherwise, shove off. I'm not tolerating reviews that do nothing but criticize the author for his choices without giving a legitimate reason other than not "liking" it. What are you, 5? Post another pathetic excuse for a review on this fic like the one you just posted, and you will be ignored.

I'll do what I damn please. I'm writing this for my pleasure, not to satisfy your every whim. The author's commentary stays.

That goes for anyone else who comments. If you're going to criticize me, have an actual, legitimate reason unlike this guy (or gal). Look at Edale, for example. Edale is a good role model. I fucked up on certain aspects of the story, and he (or she) pointed it out and told me what I did wrong. I implore you to strive to be the same at criticizing as Edale. Otherwise, I'm just going to ignore you.

Moving on…

Grumpycat42: Last chapter was a onetime only thing. I needed a time skip chapter because without Taylor in the hospital/recovering, she needed to be doing something for a couple months. She really needs to be good with those strings if she wants to use her power properly. I also don't think Danny would be appreciative if the Batter blew a few holes in the basement with his Add-Ons. Or bat. He'd probably break the house's foundation if he used his bat.

Edale: Damn it, you're right. *slams face into desk* (ow…)

Reevaluating Mover rating… Please stand by…

Ok.

The Bad Batter is technically a Run Mover, but has the ability to leap great distances into the air and come back down without breaking his legs. Meaning if the Simurgh was flying 100 or so feet above a city, Bad Batter could jump high enough after building up enough speed, give the Simurgh a love tap, and fall back down without serious repercussions. If he were to race alongside Leviathan on dry land while the Endbringer is in the water, he could keep up. If Bad Batter was in deep enough water, Leviathan would be faster. If it's less than 3 feet of water Bad Batter is running through, due to his large frame, he won't be hindered at all. Anything more would slow him down. The main reason I made his Mover rating so high was because of his leaping capacity, which I forgot to mention in the Mover description.

{Sigh} I hope this isn't becoming a trend, me forgetting to list certain aspects about powers. Keep in mind that this iteration of The Bad Batter is way stronger than he ever was in OFF.

The Batter [human form] is still a Mover 4.

Since the Bad Batter can't fly or teleport, but moves fast enough to keep up with an Endbringer if his path is relatively unobstructed (He won't give a shit about buildings in his way {He's getting his nonexistent money's worth out of that Brute 8 durability}, talking more about large bodies of water or giant crevices of doom) and can jump great heights without much effort and little risk, he is now a Mover 7.

That's all I'm budging on his Mover rating.

Now that we have that out OFF the way, let's proceed with the chapter.

"Text" is normal talk. You speak normal talk.

-"Text"- is Batter talk. If your pancakes are talking to you, seek a doctor.

"Text" is inhuman talk. Its blacker, which means it really stands out on this white background. Or alternatively, if you press Story Contrast, its whiter, which means it really stands out on this black background.

Purifying Brockton Bay

Chapter 8 – Power Testing

It was time. Taylor had finally gotten enough practice and resolve to start her career as a parahuman or 'cape', as she called it. Even if she didn't even have a cape on that collection of clothes she called a "costume".

Humans are weird, thought the Batter.

Not that he could really talk. He dressed like a baseball player and had went around maiming ghosts with a baseball bat. Looking back on it, that could be considered "weird" too.

Batter looked at Taylor's 'costume'. It consisted of a pair of boots her father owned that had laces on them, black jeans with a belt, a hoodie with a scarf built in that was themed after a hero, Miss Militia if he remembered correctly, a pair of sunglasses (It's night, what are you doing human), and lastly, her puppeteer gloves. Batter wasn't a fashion expert by any means, but even he could tell it looked… less than desirable.

-"Are you sure you want to go out wearing that?"-

"Shut up."

It was late at night.

The Batter and his Player had waited for her father to fall asleep. They then snuck out of the house and walked down to the docks.

Eventually, they reached the area of Brockton Bay deemed as the "Boat Graveyard". It, according to Taylor, was the perfect place to test his 'powers' out, seeing as the gangs and PRT usually stayed away from the area.

Taylor dragged him to an abandoned pier. The place looked like it had been untouched for years and left to rot. There was trash on the ground, the wood on the pier itself had seen better days, and if one looked out into the harbor, they would see the many wrecked ships of various shapes and sizes off in the distance. Probably why the docks were so abandoned. The various sunken ships were clogging up the mouth of the bay. Some were mostly sunk, while others seemed to be left there anchored and do nothing but rust until they sank.

Human laziness. If the city actually got off its ass and removed at least half the abandoned floating ships in the harbor, they could probably have a shipping industry again.

Taylor stopped and turned around. Her voice came out slightly muffled behind the scarf she was wearing.

"Ok, so now we're here, let's start with those ring things that you summoned."

Wordlessly, the Batter summoned his Add-Ons. They flickered into existence behind him.

-"They are called Add-Ons. Alpha, Omega, and Elipson respectively."-

Taylor moved closer to the Batter, trying to look at the Add-Ons behind him. He stepped out of the way, allowing her access to them.

She reached out a hand to Alpha, but stopped just short of touching him. Taylor sent him a look of one asking for permission.

"Can I touch it?"

Getting a nod from the Batter, Taylor carefully put a hand to the aforementioned "Add-On". It was smooth, like marble, and radiated a slight warmth. 'Alpha' reacted to her touch by levitating up and down rapidly, the action reminiscent of what an excited pet might do. It then circled above Taylor's head energetically. Taylor giggled.

"I think it likes me!"

The other two Add-Ons, Omega and Elipson, floated closer to his Player curiously. When Taylor turned around to face them, they got closer. She touched them too. They responded positively to the attention, and both joined Alpha in circling around Taylor. She laughed.

Taylor looked happy. The happiest Batter had seen her yet. He purposely overlooked the fact that currently, his Add-Ons were acting more like overly-affectionate pets than purifying beings.

"So what are these guys capable of?"

Batter decided that showing her would be the fastest approach, and save him having to give a long winded explanation.

-"Alpha."- The Add-On stopped circling Taylor's head and sprung to attention. He pointed at a half sunken ship off in the distance.

-"Hit that."-

The Add On glowed blue, and out of the middle of its ring shot out an enormous chain travelling with what looked to be a large amount of force behind it. It hit the side of the wreck with a distant CLANG. The oversized chain, after hanging there connected to both Alpha and the ship for a brief moment, dispersed into white light.

Taylor squinted her eyes. It was hard to see, but there, in the far off distance, was a giant hole in the top side of the ship. She whistled.

"Nice. Can he do anything else that's not as… lethal?"

The Batter responded by pointing at a nearby dumpster. Alpha glowed once more, and fired a large amount of smaller chains similar to what was observed in the Glory Girl video. They left the dumpster heavily dented.

-"Alpha is also capable of shooting special chains which upon impact, cause poison, muteness, blindness, and palsy."-

"Palsy?"

-"Paralysis."-

Taylor scrunched her eyebrows.

"Sounds more like a disease."

The Batter grunted noncommittedly.

-"Next, Omega."-

Omega didn't seem to have to be instructed by the Batter. It rotated aimlessly a few times, searching for a target. It then stopped, facing another dumpster, this one further away. Omega glowed blue, like Alpha. A whoosh noise could be heard, as Omega proceeded to fire what appeared to be 'blurs' in the air. The almost invisible projectiles hit the dumpster, punching holes cleanly through it, causing trash to flow out of the newly made holes of varying sizes.

-"Omega is also capable of healing ailments, like blindness, muteness, poison, sleep, anger, madness, and palsy to a certain degree. It was able to fix most of the injuries you had with various Perspectives."-

Wow. That was a lot. Almost like a budget version of Panacea. Except with the whole anger, madness thing. Taylor heard Panacea couldn't do brains.

The Batter hesitated for a moment.

-"It also seems to be able to prevent death."-

Taylor didn't know what to say. Preventing death? It seemed ridiculous.

"How do you know?"

-"You were the first human I've ever used it on."-

…Oh.

The Batter, picking up on Taylor's sudden depression, decided to quickly move on before she could ponder the fact she almost died any longer. He clapped his hands once, to get her attention.

-"Last is Elipson. It is capable of providing blessings, or buffs, if you want, to its desired target. They increase attack, defense, intelligence, and agility."-

Batter pointed at the dented dumpster that Alpha smashed up earlier.

-"It can also do this."-

Elipson glowed, and little flashing orbs came out of the space between its ring. They floated innocently, in a lazy manner, to the dumpster. Then, the first orb made contact.

The resulting explosion blew back Taylor's hood.

She would have fallen over in surprise, but The Batter, having expected such a reaction, had extended an arm to catch her when she fell backwards. She thanked him as she struggled to regain her bearings. Taylor looked at where the dumpster had been.

There was a smoking crater where the dumpster once stood. She turned to the Batter.

"Don't use that on anyone except Brutes. I mean it."

The Batter attempted to look innocent, but inwardly he crushed a feeling of disappointment.

Darn.

"Is that their full capabilities, or do they have something else up their sleeves?"

Batter frowned.

-"They don't have sleeves."-

Taylor face palmed and sighed.

"Sorry, what I meant was, is there anything else they can do?"

Batter tilted his head.

-"No, That's it."-

Taylor then spent the next few minutes gushing over the Add-Ons. They enjoyed the attention.

After she was done, she pointed to him.

"Your turn."

She instructed him to try and lift an empty dumpster. After some struggling, he was holding it over his head. Taylor signaled him to put it down. He threw it. The dumpster landed unceremoniously on its side.

"Definitely a Brute, the Add-Ons make you a Blaster too…"

She paused, remembering The Batter's 4 eyes.

"Are you a Changer?"

-"Yes, but it would be unsafe to change form while you are still so inexperienced with your strings."-

Taylor replied with indignation.

"Hey, I'm great with my strings!"

-"You are not great enough."-

Taylor pouted. Due to the fact that her face was covered, it had no effect upon Batter whatsoever.

-"No."-

Taylor waved her hands, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, fine…"

She pulled out a baseball. Taylor forced it into his hands.

"You're definitely a Striker, though. Hit this as hard as you can."

Batter appraised the ball. It was an ordinary baseball one could find in a store. She must have had one lying around, or she bought it.

-"Alright."-

Batter scanned the area for a suitable target. That large, dilapidated ship perched on the edge of the harbor looked like it was being an eyesore. He'd remedy that.

Taylor watched in silent anticipation from a safe distance.

The Batter threw the ball into the air. He watched as it spun around and around.

Absently, his bat became engulfed in a shadowy substance, more intense than it ever had been before.

The ball began to fall.

The Batter readied his bat, winding up for an ultimate homerun.

The ball fell just within range and-

The Batter SWUNG his bat.

[Ultimate Homerun]

CRACK

One second, the ball was there. The next, it wasn't. A very loud, indescribable noise that probably the whole city could hear thundered from the Batter's location. The mere ball became a glowing red comet as it burned up from the speed it was going.

It, going too fast for the mere human eye to track, approached its target.

The tiny comet, no, meteor, made contact with the ship.

The impact made the ship rise out of the water and flip over sideways violently, leaving a large chunk of the upper middle part of the ship completely gone.

Taylor Herbert watched bug eyed, as her jaw tried to extend more than was physically possible. Her ears were ringing. She watched, awestruck, as the ship began to sink. She turned the priceless, and slightly hysterical look on her face towards the Batter.

No way. No FUCKING way. That was a TANKER. HE HIT THE BALL SO HARD IT FUCKING FLIPPED OVER A TANKER.

The Batter, who had his hand on his hat and was inspecting his handiwork, absently replied-

-"How'd I do?"-

He said it so naturally. Taylor felt her knees weaken from disbelief.

She fainted. Luckily, the Add-Ons caught her.

The Batter ran over to his player's side.

He had Omega use Overdone Perspective.

Taylor's eyes opened. She bolted up and looked at the still sinking tanker.

She fainted again.

Annoyed, The Batter made Omega use Overdone Perspective again.

She opened her eyes, bolted upwards to look at the tanker, and fainted yet again.

The Batter sighed. This was going to be a long night, wasn't it?

{A probably noncanon Omake #4}

As Thomas Calvert, secretly known as Coil sat in his Bond-esque lair, he glanced out at the city of Brockton Bay.

Which soon, if he played his cards right, would be his.

He idly sipped a cup of coffee as he glanced out at the eyesore of Brockton Bay, more commonly known as the Boat Graveyard.

Specifically at the huge tanker what sat on the harbor's shelf.

It would take months to remove that. Coil sighed. Despite his selfish intentions, he truly wanted to fix up Brockton Bay to the glory it once had.

Suddenly, a very loud crack was heard. It shattered some windows, but that wasn't what got Coil's attention.

No, that honor belonged to the tanker, which was currently doing its best impression of a whale surfacing and doing a flip right now.

Coil spat out his coffee.

"WHAT?!"

We didn't get to see the Mover rating, primarily because it seemed better to end the chapter at Taylor fainting.

I hope the revelation of that Striker rating didn't break her.