An: 2 updates in consecutive days? I'm almost being consistent!

*** Batman vs Lord Vile

Bruce's fight hadn't been going very well either. His armour had been absorbing most of the blows coming from Lord Vile but he was just barely managing to hold his own in the fight. Most of his own tools were rendered useless and despite the added strength from his armour, Bruce was definitely on the defensive.

Unlike Harry, he had managed to get close to his opponent, but Vile was able to easily create waves of darkness to fly at Bruce, and the elder Bat could barely withstand the attacks.

Bruce leapt close to his target and unleashed another missile, this time aiming straight at Vile's chest.

A claw of shadows rose to enclose the missile but only managed to slow it as it sank deep into Vile's armour, creating a noticeable dent.

Before Vile could cover it up, Bruce was in his space and heaped a devastating punch to the chest, followed by a kick in the same area, making as much use of the opening as possible.

Vile stumbled backwards but his arm whipped up, creating a whip of shadows and hurtling Bruce backwards.

Vile seemed to disappear only to appear in a mass of shadows behind Bruce, grabbing the Bat and throwing him into the ground, a hammer of darkness following him.

Bruce rolled out of the way quickly, launching another missile from his suit, the third of five that he had.

It almost caught the unassuming figure in the face, but he moved his head quickly enough that only his armour was nicked, though a piece was blasted off, letting Bruce's quickly aimed Batarang, smash into the side of Vile's head.

Bruce saw what looked like shattered bone in the split second before the wound healed, Vile roared, and he was being crushed by a massive hand of shadows.

Bruce kicked upwards, catching Vile in the chest, and managing to make the armoured man stumble slightly, enough to let Bruce wriggle out of his grip and launch another attack at the darkness encased man.

Vile teleported himself behind Bruce again, going for a punch to the back of the head, which Bruce narrowly managed to avoid, spinning around and meeting Vile's fist with his foot, bringing up his leg to defend himself.

Shadows moved to envelop him, and Bruce struggled to break free of the shackles put on him by Vile.

A smash to the stomach dented Bruce's armour as the darkness enhanced punch hit hard.

Vile pulled back for another punch but Bruce managed to pull two knifes out of his suit, cutting through his restraints of darkness with them, and bringing them up to smash into the oncoming fist, flipping backwards to back away from Vile who shot tendrils of darkness at him.

Bruce just about managed to avoid the shots with as much grace as he could, sending his fourth missile careening into Vile's stomach, but missing horribly when his opponent simply teleported out of the way, knowing the devastation that the missile could cause.

Bruce stood up, panting underneath the suit and pressed a few buttons on the interface on his arm. Hopefully he could buy himself a little time to recover.

Suddenly the batmobile appeared, driving right through the barren remains of a wall and barrelled directly into Lord Vile, sending the man flying.

The batmobile sped towards Bruce and he jumped, flipping into the driver's seat, extending the front into a drill and gunning straight towards Vile.

Tendrils of shadows extracted their master from rubble, and he squared up, taking the batmobile head on, literally, headbutting the vehicle out of the way.

Bruce jumped out the car, sending his last missile directly into Vile's back.

With a grunt, Vile fell and Bruce saw more skeletal features under the armour before it repaired itself and he turned, a wave of darkness swallowing up its master.

Vile rose from the top, riding the wave of darkness and jumped from the top, a lance of shadows forming, ready to impale Bruce.

Bruce rolled out of the way, summoning his batmobile to run straight into Vile again, hoping to distract the Lord.

Bruce activated a smoke bomb, in an attempt to sneak up on the injured Vile.

Bruce snuck behind him and was about to lunge with a spiked fist when Vile turned around, grabbed Bruce and held him up.

A low growly, intense voice emitted from the armour.

"You didn't think you could sneak up on a necromancer in the dark, did you?"

With that, Bruce was pummelled into the ground with a hard punch that shattered the top layer of his armour, destroying a lot of the electronics that supplied both its energy and his superhuman strength.

Bruce spat out a gob of blood, wheezing hard.

"It…is…you…who has…" Bruce gasped out as the batmobile started up behing Vile.

"…underestimated…" Bruce continued, as he readied himself for another strike.

The batmobile crashed into Vile, sending him careening into Bruce's waiting spiked fist.

"…ME!" Bruce roared, not minding the blood flying from his lips in the process.

Vile gurgled blood, as the alchemically transfigured blade that had been made by 'a guy' Zatanna knew wedged itself in his stomach.

The armour began to recede from Vile, and turned from darkness to just a regular pair that fell off the body of a much smaller man with skeletal features and stature.

Bruce curses himself for the massive injuries that had been caused to his opponent but refused to let his morals go because of this mission.

Bruce sealed up the wound on his opponent's stomach quickly but gassed him with strong sleeping gas just to be sure.

He may be no Dumbledore but he wasn't a killer.

Bruce rose from the body of his enemy, barely standing but knowing that the battle had only begun.

The front of Bruce's armour had a smoking dent in it and his batmobile was barely functioning.

His own health was debatable as he sported various bruises, cuts and countless fractures.

Still, the battle was not over.

He looked around in time to see Harry still furiously fighting Voldemort.

With a heave, the older Bat set off towards his adopted son, hand pulled back for a surprise punch.

That was when he noticed that Harry had stopped fighting and was looking at something else.

Something big.

Something powerful.

Bruce felt a cold dread set in.

Doomsday.

*** End of Chapter.

An: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Next chapter, might actually have some Doomsday in it… maybe…

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