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Twisting his body by cutting the, with his blows, that came and then he retracts, trying to give a second blow, when Bruce deflected, he twisted his arm again, with a cut above his forearm, he with a another arm retracting.
Crocodile retracted his arm, trying to separate, and retreated, Bruce gave the blow of his arms, but towards his tendons, when he grabbed him, pulling his arm, and cutting the tendon of his wrist.
He was immobilizing him, and with his nails, and a blow from his arm, it was like a razor blow, then he was kicking him in the knee then, directly giving him a blow from his hand towards around his neck, he kicked the other knee, making him give in between his screams.
Crocodile, relented falling on his knees towards the ground, Bruce gave a swipe of the palm of his hand towards his right eye, giving him two punches in a row, in both eyes, bleeding blood.
Bruce gave a short Hiper C ut, turning his elbow upwards, and with a stroke of his elbow bent on his shoulder, he, the man gave more, and twisted him, turning his two arms, he dislocated him and with a twist of his wrists, from above and turning backwards and making him fall towards the ground.
When he saw that there was another fighter left, it was the Catman, they would send the Flash towards him, to escape in his opinion, he thought of a way to prevent the flutist and the mirror master from escaping, he took the crocodile.
Then Bruce threw him towards the mirror master, when he fell towards the man, he deflected at the last moment, Bruce saw that there was a mirror on the window, on the right, he had barely left and Bruce jumped towards the men.
He gave an arm lock, he twisted his shoulder, pulling him from the mirror towards the floor, with a strong punch towards his face, which was to take him through everything, until he fell fainting.
He took a glass of black dust and threw it in the face of the mirror master, caught off guard, giving him no time to react, he threw him unconscious on the floor, did not tie him up, but left him unconscious and collapsed on the floor.
The cat man ran towards him, Bruce turning his body with an attempt at elbow, stomping on his foot and kicking him, towards the ground with a followed blow on his knees, taking his balance, he was unable in time to react his rain of punches, in his stroke, and with a stroke of his hand towards his chin.
Then punching him upwards, he bent down, but with a blow to his head, he headbutted towards his chin again and knocked him unconscious towards the ground, being a blow followed by blows, he turned and he shifted his two arms towards the ground,
There remained the flutist, who at the time with his unexpected reaction, he launched him as his second victim that would be used as a punching bag.
Wallace West was next to fight, it wouldn't be a problem, as he would know when and where this fight would end, he was a sprinter, he had a technique, he just needed to time his strokes, to know when he was going to strike.
It wasn't difficult, he threw it at him, thinking it would end quickly, which proved otherwise.
He did not know how to run, as he had put his tests into practice, he knew something that he would not share with anyone.
He had a fault, sprinters, they can't keep the race time, in the midst of his strokes, he timed in a previous life the fact that he lost the energy of the start.
After all, he was a sprinter, but he was not a runner, he did not know how to run, the shot was faster than the race itself, he lost speed as he ran, he lost speed in his reaction time he lost strength.
This made him know when he was going to attack, knowing that, he knew how to time, when he was going to attack, he had a reaction time, which made him lose the power of the shot, and he could not keep the speed of the race time.
When he retreated in reaction time it was not the same, if he forced him to react, and caught him off guard, he would not be able to react in time, knowing that he was not trained in fighting, but in running, he could divert his run away his balance zone, and prevent him from reacting in time, in his strokes.
So he used it, Kid Flash was the slowest of sprinters, he was not strong and he had no other ability if he did not run, so he used his reaction time and kept him from reacting ...
Count five seconds of reaction, he gave a starting impulse, ran towards you, he had five seconds, in the last second when he was going to kick him, Bruce turned in five seconds.
When he turned around at the last moment, he lifted his leg causing him to fall, using gravity, Bruce punched his face with his strength, timing it.
Bruce gave another five seconds, he got up, trying to regain his balance, he had five seconds for Kid Flash to react, he pulled in these five seconds, his arm punched him, several times in a row, pushing and with a flying he threw him, making him fall towards the concrete.
The sprinter got up, he gave five seconds, more than that, his delay in reaction, made him run, he pushed with his right leg and his left was supportive, he knew that leg that he pulled when shooting the race, when it approached.
He counted five more seconds and kicked his support leg towards his first blow preventing him from reacting in time, he punched him again, well located, he turned left at the last second, Bruce stepped on his foot, causing him to lose his grip. balance, he shouted.
Bruce pulled on his shoulder, by his shirt, he lifted his leg and kicked him in the face, two strokes in a row, making him play towards the concrete.
Two things happened, he lost two front teeth, and stood up with blood on his face, Bruce wanted to take the test to see if his timing was right, he found that this was really the necessary reaction time.
So he could break the reaction time, so when he saw getting up in exactly five seconds later, he looked at the time on his watch, yes it was right, he was right, the firing time was longer than the reaction time, he ran towards you.
When he waited for the right moment, pulling on his arm and punched him hard and a high kick to his solar plexus, he fell with a cry being launched towards the ground.
The movements were slower, he could not maintain the same speed any longer, the damage also accumulated, even after reacting, and maintaining the same speed.
Even when maintaining the firing speed it was not the same as the start and the firing, he retreated and the speed did not remain the same, he had a firing, the speed was not maintained.
Bruce saw him coming towards him again, he pulled him, holding him on his wrist, left, he didn't give him time to react, time was essential, he turned him and twisted his body, turning him and throwing him towards to the ground.
The boy squirmed, giving an arm stroke, giving an arm lock, on his arm, legs curled around his, Bruce laughing, did he think about giving his own blow to him?
Bruce laughing again, he knelt down, with one leg bent towards the ground, and a loss kneeling, forcing balance, he turned his arm upwards, the one that was caught by Kid Flash upwards, he laughed with satisfaction.
He was still the master of the martial arts, he turned his arm, it was five seconds, before he hanged him, he turned his arm stuck with everything towards the concrete, hitting the boy towards the ground.
The boy was caught off guard, without reaction, he didn't mind giving multiple blows towards his chest, making him lose his reaction time, and losing his breath, he had already let go.
Bruce eagerly punched him, giving him no time to react, he was weak, he would never beat him, and Bruce had a sadistic smile, laughing and having fun with an excuse to punch speedsters, and prove his thesis.
He was one of your guinea pigs, and that could be used willingly, and without any shame in saying that it was about pleasure ...
He released him with a punch to his stomach, he counted the boy's reaction time, he positioned himself, hunched over, he ran towards him and kicked his solar plexus in a row, it wasn't strong, but it hurt, enough for him to react by pulling his arm.
He went to punch him, right in the face, the boy was thrown again, he still had the energy to get up, after six seconds, his reaction time was decreasing, the boy is getting tired.
He took a crouched start in his direction, positioning himself and getting ready to run towards him, a perfect cheetah, he prepared himself to increase his time, it was seven seconds, he timed his reaction time, that was the final blow.
He ran towards him, this would be what he realized to kneel, the fastest knee in the world, but he wasn't the strongest knee in the world, he was just fast, but not faster than Flash.
Bruce was thrown back, but the strength at which he was laughing, he turned his face at the last moment to minimize the force of the knee high towards his chin, he twisted his body, arching his back, the hair to back in a braid, and with a right leg on the floor.
Everything for one leg on the floor, he turned his whole body towards the air on the floor, and a part of him, a kneeling leg, he turned the body in a strange movement, he had a raised leg, and he was bending, his balance was different, he laughing like a cat from Alice in Wonderland.
He turned around at the same time, as he knew, he had a reaction time, he took eight seconds to react after the knee, he used that time, between the blow, before the boy reacted, and turning everything in his direction.
What he punched, hard and precise, in the chest, was that it moved to form a swirl in his chest, then with another arm in his face, and then breaking his jaw, and his front teeth. , there was no time for reaction, he fell unconscious on the floor, unconscious, he knew it would be a long time to wake up, and it would not be so soon.
That was the scare that he would never have in his life, that he would take forever to forget, and he would never think about anything different at that point, he thought about how to replicate with Flash.
Richard Turner the Bronze tiger, he was a fool, he looked like a well-trained zombie, who would be beaten up there
He would do just that, with pleasure and a sadistic smile on his face.
The bronze tiger was a hypnotized man, but he was no less strong, he did not care, the man ran towards him, when he would pull him, to his dislike by the hair, towards the ground, and hitting him with a kick.
As he twisted his body, turned and embraced him, holding with both hands together, he pressed and holding with his hands, he took with all the bronze tiger, between his arms, pressing and turning his body , writhing backwards, he turned him with everything, his head towards the ground with everything throwing him on the ground head.
Using his feet as a support on the floor, wriggling his body, returning to the original position, as his feet as a support, he had used another way to return to the original position.
He punched his chest, with punches followed by a head butt, he knew his movements, with a slap with the palm of his left hand towards his face, and with a head butt on his chest, not giving him time to react.
He would catch him, holding on to his waist to prevent him from continuing to proceed with his head butt and his punches, Bruce was pushing him with slaps from the palm of his hands like a blow followed by the other towards the wall behind yes, he gave a head butt, he pushed with blows from his head towards his chest.
Incredible as it seems he has webbed palm blows of their hands towards your chest, pushing toward the wall, he managed to deflect this blow followed, Bruce for last took two blows toward the wall.
Forming craters in the wall, with the exact shape of his fingers, he dodged and headbutted in his direction, Bruce jumped and somersaulted backwards , and with an impulse he jumped towards him.
He jumped in his direction, with the force of the blow and the weight of his body with the use of gravity, he toppled him, falling with everything, forming a crater in the ground.
Beneath the man, crumpled to the floor, with a body, Bruce then stood up, giving him no time to react.
He pulled the man, punched him then, pulling him, towards his face, blow after blow with successive punches in succession, pushing his body, with blows of blows and punches, pushing him towards the wall.
The man was being destroyed, and Bruce was enjoying it, butchering him, he tried to defend himself with his arms, towards the defensive position in front of his face, but Bruce pulled him and with a creep, he forced him to fall in floor.
He tried to defend himself, pulling his hair, to defend himself, he threw it twice, punching him, while pulling his hair, Bruce twisted his neck, turned around and kicked his knee, he bent down , and with the force of gravity.
When the man gave in, Bruce headbutted his chin, breaking it, pushing it upward, then he punched him, until he let go of his hair.
He tried to kick him, then Bruce took his leg, which would aim at him, causing him to lose his balance, giving a high kick towards his chin, again making him collapse, he falls backwards, with his head butts, and kicks then tapping your chest again.
He let go, when he crashed all the way to the ground, with nothing left but blows after blows.
When he got up, he gave a boost, believing that this was his last blow in his direction.
He came with everything, taking him by the waist, taking him towards the wall like a cannon, pressing him with his speed, which was not much, but the pressure of trying to knock him down, should be something, that in the mind of a idiot with mind control, it should be a last show apart.
He nodded that should be aimed at his chest, Bruce puffed his chest point his head down towards his chest, he bent his knees and kicked his chin twice in a row, smashing his teeth in the process.
Bruce hugged him at the same time, that he was faint, he turned him with everything upside down and with a blow of this concrete, with the man towards the ground.
It made him fall, knocking him down with a blow to his chest as he levered up with the blows of his chin, he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
When he took a long iron and saw the flutist who hit him on the head in a moment of distraction, all the money there, was thrown on the floor, with bangs, they were very interested in seeing a battle, a massacre or unilateral annihilation.
Richard Dragon, was next, he didn't have much time to get used to it, with the fact that he was a fool, whoever was controlling him, was sacrificing his opponents.
He positioned himself with his body turned towards his support leg, he had one arm raised back and bent, it was the force of the impact of the blow.
He gave a pulse of directed energy in his fist with his fist, just as a sprinter fires an energy shot to start the race.
He knew he would come, he was close, Bruce stood, waiting until the last moment, he waited for the man to hit him, he ran with a blow towards him.
What nobody noticed was that Bruce needed five minutes to do this, accumulating energy in his direction, at the last moment, when he was going to punch him, Bruce delivered a succession of strokes in his chest.
He didn't give time for reaction, he pushed him towards the wall, with successive punches, giving a kick, and sending him off balance towards the floor, not stopping punching, punches in the face and stomach, he managed at the last moment to react, Bruce jumped back, giving him space to react.
He tried to punch him, Bruce had timed his reaction time, he knew he had a reaction time, he knew from time to time that he would react, he was similar, unlike the sprinter.
His reaction time was one minute for each blow in his direction, Bruce dodged his attacks even when he came, his last attack and his next move in his direction.
He had his boxer attacks and movements, prepared, it was an understatement, successive punches, in his direction, he tried to deliver blows in his direction, he punched him, or better, the man tried, he was good, but thanks to the fact that he was controlled, his movements were methodical and predictable.
He had rhythmic movements, he was able to defend himself, but Bruce wanted an excuse to fight, he knew it was wrong, but they had a habit of pulling his hair.
What was a long braid that he gave a twisting movement to his head and pulled him, with his hands in front of his face, protecting his head, Bruce punched him, he struck, a high kick, followed by a flying one.
Bruce kicked in his direction, but at the last moment, he dodged, then he flew in his direction, Bruce twisted his body, bending his legs bending on the floor, he had his legs facing backwards, and with your body.
He was arched towards his legs, bending, causing the sweeping blow to pass him, without hitting him, Bruce dodged the blows he tried a second time, Bruce using his leg strength, flexing, he jumped forward in a second stroke without hitting him for a second time.
He ran towards him, in a direct blow, from his left fist, he punched him in the face, throwing him towards the ground.
He recovered his willpower, in the same way that he gave some consecutive punches, now, he was punching him non-stop, blows after blows, he dodged some at the last moment, with dodges, he kicked him, and forced him to retreat, with consecutive kicks, but he grabbed his leg and turned him over, and with that he started again when he punched.
Bruce propelled his body, with a stroke and the movement of his pelvis, he threw a punch in his direction causing him to do several somersaults backwards, backing up.
It seemed more like a ballerina's blow, the left leg lifted up vertically, and a straight leg on the floor, with the tip of the feet the tip of the shoe on the floor, and the body twisted down, almost on the floor with just one leg supporting him there.
Then, he delivered with a spin of an attack punching him with the impulse of his body in a turn, as if he turned, and used it as a form of support, and the change of gravity, he used this to give a spin and with the force of a whirl, he punched him, vertically sending him away.
Apparently a sense of distorted balance, like a man at sea, who uses waves to balance himself, to deliver his blows, in a row, nobody understood this blow, much less this position, he smiled with his head almost towards the ground , with a cynical, mischievous smile.
With the change in his sense of balance, he changing his position, coming back with a swipe of his foot beyond an exorcist, he getting back on his feet, he using the balance position of his torso, and standing up .
As soon as he had risen to his feet, he did several somersaults in a row, towards his opponent, striking a spinner, from his legs, with a twirl and holding with his hands on the ground, with a jump followed by several strokes of his own. legs in a flying.
It was an exceptional upside-down flying, which kicked him with several hits on the head, throwing him towards a wall, crossing the concrete with everything, into a building, which was the bank.
He could barely stand, the only thing that made him get up, were the last remnants of his strength left, but he was having fun, wanting to beat up.
He ran towards him, when at the last moment he seemed to want to give a bear hug, Bruce dodged with his ballerina stroke and gave a vertical kick down the leg on his head, but he caught it, that gave the cue to kick in your stomach, with the other leg.
When the man, even with the last remnants of his strength, he grabbed his leg, even so Bruce lifted his leg with a kick in the chin, forcing him to retreat, and with his other leg kicking his belly.
He tried to punch him when he dropped his legs, but Bruce bent down, holding him, hugging his waist, and with his head on his chest, pushing and cornering him, giving no reaction time.
He pushed him, in an attempt, to make him let go, at that time, he tried his movement on him, with a hug, Bruce unlike him, elbowing his neck, with the other arms giving him an arm lock, he gave more a blow to the vertical of his neck, making him faint, falling to the ground, with everything.
Karate Kid from the legion of super heroes.
He was in an attack position, when, he kicked his leg with a kick, but Bruce spun, dodging at the last moment of his attack towards him.
He tried to throw two punches, direct, localized, in his face, he threw a punch, to the best fighter, he was weak, Bruce dodged him, giving his body blows, Bruce took his wrist and twisted him, backwards, he pushed him, sliding in his body, pushing him, coming behind him.
He took a flight in his place, giving two consecutive kicks, towards him, Bruce took his foot, twisted it, and spun it, even for someone who knows all the martial arts, yet, he had not thought about which technique to use, he was an actor and copyist, who didn't know which technique to use could be due to the fact that he was being controlled.
He gave several consecutive kicks, and punches in a row, he dodged them, easy to be discovered, easy to time, he was not fast, he was slow in deciding which attack to use, it took more than a minute from one blow to the next, he was practically easy of reading.
Karate Kid, held between his hand, and his open wrist, and lifted it upwards, bending towards his body, it was easy to say, that specific blow was easy to reverse, and the mistake was in choosing the blow in itself.
Bruce turned him over, took a lunge between his eyes, on his forehead, he twisted him towards the ground, at the last moment, he tried to deflect staggeringly.
Bruce twisted his arm when he tried to defend himself, which looked more like a twisted blow between the junction of his shoulder and the bandage on his shoulder, immobilizing him not to use it for a long time.
He tried to do a somersault back to escape, which would not be of much help, in seconds, he would end it all.
He pulled his hair out again, undoing his braid, it made him angry, this was not the first time in a fight with them pulling his hair, but he knew it wouldn't be the last, apparently.
He gave an impulse in his direction, and struck a blow from his nails towards his face, four scratches, which were almost towards his eyes, not injuring him very deeply.
Using only one hand, the good one at least, he channeled energy, and delivered in a single stroke, towards him in the face, when Bruce turned his hand, and spun his body in his last moment and propelling his own attack in towards your chest.
He dodged when jumping, a few inches away from him, when, Karate Kid, tried to turn around, when he spit blood, towards the fact that the dark knight stood up, walking slowly towards him, with his hair loose towards to the man.
He gave in, falling to his knees on the floor, squirting blood through his mouth and nose, he had lost something, his strength, but he didn't know what.
Even so, he tried to get up, squirting blood, and running towards him, with just a single arm, towards him, with a punch to his chest, but Bruce dodged with a movement of his body.
When he knew he was slower, 3 minutes of reaction, he didn't need much to dodge his attacks, one punch followed by the other, with slow and successive attacks.
In the midst of his strokes, he held his wrist, twisting it back, immobilizing him completely, turning his body on his, behind him with his hands.
Turning him with a flick of his arm causing him to fall hard towards the ground, with his face towards the concrete.
He stomped on his chest hard, kicking him next, without caring about anything other than kicking him, it was unconcerning, how much, he couldn't even touch him, or even deliver a blow in his direction.
He got off him, and walked away, the man tried to get up, he dealt a blow in his direction, a low kick, that Bruce laughed, deflecting without really bothering to do anything more.
He tried to get up tried to push him, and Bruce hugged him from behind and holding his chest, hugging him, and striking the chest, making him fall unconscious towards the ground, bending and falling with everything towards the faint concrete .
Barry Allen, it was his last resort, at that time, there was no harm in Bruce Wayne.
That imbecile, who according to the legends, is the fastest man alive, capable of thinking at great speed, but in compensation, he did not think when he was caught, he acts on impulse, and above all, he is stupid, and he does not know how to run.
He gives a boost to his attack, he cannot maintain the same speed after his shot, the speed of the run, it is not the same as the thrust, the established speed is not the same as that of the shot.
Like the last Flash, he is unable to maintain speed, there was a delay that he calculated of 5 seconds of each stroke, he had a time delay in each of his actions.
The sprinter could not maintain the same speed, he slowed down and delayed his movements, for each reaction, and an action, he took 5 seconds, sometimes took, when Bruce took his balance out of his balance, he delayed.
This gave him a chance to punch him, and to push him towards the ground, kicks without force, even though he was fast, were still not strong to beat him, and his reaction time was delayed by his own confusion in not being able to keep up with his opponents. own movements, I believe that thinking slows you down.
He had a nervous tic, his support foot was the same, he didn't change his reactions, he wasn't a fighter, and he wasn't a professional runner , he didn't know how to run, he just ran, and he was a sprinter, he wasn't trained for that, who was he to correct it.
He timed his reaction times, which was predictable and did not change his attack time, did not change his movements, he was slow when he thought, and Bruce realized when he was going to attack, his punches were predictable.
In each blow of his successive punches, Bruce deflected in his last second, to which he counted his blows, and he stepped on his foot, pulled his arm and punched his face with his wrist blows, with that, he used his wrist of energy he carried for each push.
Bruce was using his own electricity and shock waves from the sprinter himself, pushing him with jerks, and jerks, Barry, jumped doing a somersault, which he when changing direction.
It was between one skid and another, he ran towards him, he would kick, towards his face, Bruce twisted his body backwards, and bending his body towards his bent knee, towards the base of his spine , he pushed his heels in the direction of the attack hit.
Then Bruce avoided it, pulled his leg towards the wall, as soon as he had stood up, Bruce knew about his reaction time, it was not a problem for him, as he dodged his blow, it was easy to read the sprinter.
Barry dodged him, from his wrist kick, running away with a run, Bruce did some somersaults backwards, and the sprinter, using his speed, multiplied with if he could deceive him, regardless of the amount of visions.
Among the speed reflexes that he uses, he would have to go in his direction to attack him, which amount would not matter, he was just one at the end of everything.
He had a firing motion, at the moment, when he used his firing momentum to go towards him, he would lose his copies of light that he would leave behind.
He knew it would be a reaction time of 7 seconds, so that he could run towards him with a punch, in his direction, Bruce had the advantage.
The man let him attack, using the first blow, a frontal punch, was when he retreated, at the same time that he turned his face next to the punch in question.
It was his calculations, five seconds later in the middle of the second punch, Bruce took the second fist in the middle of his second punch, when his other arm was retracted.
Bruce kicked the support foot, then he kicked his knee from the other leg, pulling his body, he pushed him towards the floor, with a step on his chest, kicking him and throwing him towards the floor , making him scream and roll.
He punched, barely Barry got up, Bruce bent his body with a blow, lifting his leg, supporting the body and bending his body, he kicked towards the ground, making him roll again, the sprinter was a runner, dumb and incompetent.
Bruce was having fun with his smile on his face, kicking his right hip and then when he fell.
When he kicked the sprinter's left hip, the reaction slowed, he stepped on his foot with the other leg.
The man was laughing and enjoying the lack of reaction, he was not letting him react in time, which amused him.
It was an attack, that if it was followed by the other, and not in a reaction time, he could not react, it made him happy, mathematical calculations, they were very good, and when he tried to come running towards him, he dodged at the last moment.
When he only dodged in the five seconds before he launched an attack, it was between the blow of the wind, seconds before launching the next attack, and pulling his wrist in the process, attacking with successive strokes, he prevented him from reacting. in time, that his attack followed, was necessary.
That was his point-blank attack, kicking, turning the body when the sprinter launched the attack only at the last moment and kicking his feet, pushing him, Bruce turning the body at the last moment, when he did this , it prevented him from thinking in time.
Of course, the reaction time was less than the shooting time, and each of his reactions was slow, which made him delay, so there was a reason to be late.
That was it, in fact, when he was going to use that support foot and boost the energy in his wrist toward his head.
He needed only five minutes of standing still, he punched him that sent him towards the ground, he looked at the punches, he would know that he needed minimal movements, to save energy to dodge attacks that he timed when he came.
When he was close to him, millimeters, when Barry ran towards him, Bruce turned his body backwards, he twisted his body with his back supported leg and the tip of the shoe, he really ran towards him .
It was there that it was his cue, he turned with everything, when the sprinter ran towards him, he headbanged with a bang, if it were another, besides being a meta-human, he would have turned to dust, he fell to back with a crack.
It was his head, which was bleeding, but whole, stunned, but whole, it just didn't fall because it was controlled, he staggered back, preparing for the next reaction, if it had been another one he would have run.
He gave the sprinter a break, there was a crater in the ground, of his wrist head that he used when accumulating energy at one point, he needed to recharge, but the sprinter wouldn't know.
Nobody there knew, but also, he didn't need to, since he would end that fight in another way.
Massacre with bare hands, that was what he was doing, Bruce made a move, he put himself in an attack position, waiting for him to come towards him, he was just there, watching one leg in front and one leg behind as a support leg, he waited.
The sprinter fired, his shooting time was slower, his sense of balance was impaired by the header, it didn't seem, but he was impaired, his sense of speed too, he wouldn't last very long, actually.
Both the speed and the reaction were impaired, it was more lethargic, it helped him, he timed, there was the shot, which was 7 seconds, no more than that, he looked at the clock, so the reaction time also increased.
He let him approach, face to face, when almost close, to make his reaction time, when he dealt a blow to his face, a punch, pulling on his wrist, when trying to defend himself, he punched him, with the change of your wrist.
When he punched him, with a shower of punches, a volley of blows to his chest, and back, in all vital points, if he was not already unconscious, he would be catatonic, he changed the movement of his fingers and wrist to apply better your strokes.
To his surprise, he tried to break free, Bruce held his wrist, the sprinter had a moment of intelligence, he tried to vibrate, when he tried for a moment to strike a blow at him, but Bruce released him at the last moment.
While Barry tried to kick, Bruce stepped on his other foot, and kicked his forearm, breaking his arm with the force of the blow.
Barry instead of running away, went on top of him, instead of vibrating, or turning into a whirlwind, giving Bruce the chance to laugh openly, seconds before he dealt a blow to the man, Bruce punched him.
There was the reaction time, but the blow was debilitating, he would not be able to react, since Bruce took away his sense of balance and reaction, by taking his strength.
With a blow followed by a blow, first on his temple, followed by a blow to his nose, and fast, with a blow from top to bottom with a blow to his jaw breaking him in the same hour.
He tried to defend himself, trying in vain to kick, easily deflected, Bruce laughing at the end.
To his complete imbecility, he knew that he did not think and above all, he was not a fighter, Barry went to kneel, Bruce took his leg, hugging it, forcing him to twist his body.
Barry headbutted him, but before reaching his own head, Bruce let go of Barry's part at the last second, and ducking his head at the last second, before Barry gave his head.
Bruce gave a break of his head directly on his chin, the impact caused a crash, being more than crushed, practically broken, in two, had broken his teeth together in the process, pushing up.
He tried to hug him, somehow Barry would have the spirit of a fighter, but without a master, he would not teach him, it was good to remember that at a time in the future.
He kicked him with a gulp, Barry lost more than his breath, it broke something in him, which made him become a punching bag.
He took a few blows of his tapas directly into his ear popped with blows, wounding with vibration Sprinter directly into your eardrums, where he was going to leave, incapacitated.
When he was bleeding, from the teeth, ears, and nose, the blow made him tremble, unable to take it, the blows followed by his ears, and directly with punches followed in the neck, with punches, in his chest.
He hugged him, twisted his body and threw him hard directly to the ground, with one punch followed by the other, he slapped his eardrums, blows of sound, which would immobilize him to the point of being incapacitated.
He kicked towards the side of his waist, giving low kicks and high strokes, he was sweeping the floor with Barry, more than he had done with the other sprinter.
He tried to deflect his blows, with slaps in waves of sound that made him lose his balance and his sense of direction, he broke his leg, with a kick directly in the thigh.
He brought his hands together, in a stroke of energy hitting him with joined hands in a second blow to his jaw, breaking the rest that would not be glued anytime soon.
Like a coup de grace, and a manic smile, he punched him right in the face until he was unconscious and couldn't react anymore, goodbye for a while at least, he wouldn't react, at that point, he wouldn't wake up so much early.
Bruce stood up, standing on top of an unconscious sprinter, who didn't seem alive, but the beating was something else.
For the first time, he saw a whisper, followed by a standing ovation, while Bruce wiped the dust off his torn clothes, he looked around, there was more fear than anything, there were several fighters around him faint.
A crowd watching, shouting, reporters and cameraman.
In addition to the Pied Piper and the hypnotist, who were paralyzed with fear, crying, and the paramedics who seemed afraid to approach,
There they were scared there, but tied with chains, Bruce turned to his right, and saw that Superman was being restrained by seven parademons, Darkseid with an arms crossed smile, there were reporters around, some furies, he was holding Wonder Woman, who seemed to be afraid, that they weren't even from the furies, let alone the parademons.
- Shit. - Said Wally West, he was another sprinter, in addition to the Reverse Flash itself.
- Can we get closer now? - Questioned a hero who was restrained by parademonio.
- You are a manic beast. - Said Darkseid approaching Bruce took him in his lap. - It's all mine. - He snarled.
- My vicious snake. Growled Darkseid.
- With pleasure. - Bruce said. - It's all yours. - Then Bruce made a noise of a snake hiss, Darkseid took his chin, and held his face, they kissed then, in the middle of their kisses, licks and hugs.
- Do what you want. - Said Darkseid pulling Bruce with him.
Bruce wrapped his muscular legs around Darkseid's waist, hugging his hips for several minutes, Darkseid's hands everywhere.
A breathtaking kiss, their tongues at war, in the midst of those frightened people who saw a man fight and slaughter villains and heroes around them, without caring for anything else, several minutes passed in the middle of their kisses, when let go.
- Hey ... - Said Bruce being put on the floor, Darkseid was on a hard stick, watching Bruce disheveled, with loose hair was huge, falling to the floor, Darkseid took a long tie from his belt.
- They were pulling my hair all the time. - Bruce said.
- I saw everything. - Said the lord of Apokolips stroking his loose hair. - Damn you. - He said. - They do not accept to be hit correctly. - Said pulling him towards a chair, on the side and leaving him sitting, pulling his head, and braiding it, with the long bow.
Then he made a move and the parademons and furies released everyone, both went to stay apart.
- The money is all there. - cried the hypnotist and the flutist. - Leave him away from me. - Another said.
Arrest us. - Said one of them. - Get me out of here.
- Some villains said. - Bane, I was still faint, had no one to wake him up.
- God ... - He was crying.
Mister cold made his pants his toilet.
Lois Lane, was seeing what Bruce Wayne wanted when he joined Darkseid, the glory and the spirit of the battles.
Superman and Diana were looking towards the grab-claw, between them.
The cameramen recorded the unilateral massacre scene where Bruce Wayne, mercilessly swept the floor with villains and heroes co m a cynical smile on his face, and what were controlled by two villains who were so afraid that had panic attacks , begged to be arrested.
Some furies were being interviewed, and they reported to Lois Lane, that because of this reason in question, Bruce Wayne was banned from training with them in Apokolips, because they were beaten in training sessions, he swept the floor with them, several times.
Superman and Diana were hesitant to approach them, Bruce had his back to Darkseid while he was doing his hair, in a braid holding her with red ribbons.
Barry Allen and Wallace would not wake up anytime soon, Wally in turn, after the parademons and the furies released the heroes they saw that some heroes of the legion of superheroes had arrived to take the Karate Kid, but none of them was in good condition to be taken too far.
They were taken to Cadmus for treatment, and Barry and Wallace underwent reconstruction surgery, an intoxication treatment was required in Bane.
The villain who had once broken Batman, was now in a coma from a drug overdose, in addition to the fact that he was strangled, and underwent surgery to rebuild his windpipe.
Crocodile, it didn't take much, he could rebuild himself, which didn't take away the fact that he was for the first time afraid of a man who didn't look so human.
His clothes were not torn, more than rumpled, his messy and unkempt hair, loose and enormously long, it was enormous, he looked much bigger than the man in question, long platinum and white.
Clark the Superman and Diana the Wonder-Woman, for their part, were uncomfortable with Bruce Wayne's relationship, realizing that he became stronger and with less restrictions to do what he so desired.
- You corrupted it. - Diana said angrily.
- He didn't do anything to me that I didn't want, dear, Di. - Said Bruce, who still had some tears in his clothes, he looked
- I should have invaded that cave, when you stopped receiving calls from the league and got into them after breaking up with Selina. - Said Superman towards the Hunter of Mars. - Curse.
- Said the Kryptonian towards the Martian. - I should have forced him to accept us. - Kal said.
- We should have folded him on the floor, cornered him when he ran away. - Diana said.
- I shouldn't have given up. - Diana said.
- I should have chased him. - growled Superman.
If regret would kill.
- You are praising yourself with jealousy. - Said the Martian. - You two. - He said.
- Don't let Darkseid find out. - Said J'onn. - Because you would give just one more reason. - Said the Martian. - For him to do with each one of you what he wants so much. - Said the Martian.
- I am not going. - Said Superman. - I want to kill him, but I can't. - Said the man of steel.
- He knows, but there is no way to prove what I always wanted to do. - Diana said.
- The bright side was that he doesn't need to be defended by Darkseid he does the job well done. - Said the Martian.
They approached Darkseid when Bruce had Darkseid's hands in his hair.
- So truce, Kryptonian? - Proposed Darkseid towards the man of steel, who approached them.
- I have no option. - Said Superman bitterly.
- I would say you haven't. - Said Darkseid finishing braiding Bruce's hair, and getting up.
- I hope it will last, shaking hands.
- If I know that you have ever touched my man in a suspicious way, that is not just friendly, I will castrate you Kryptonian. - Said Darkseid. - And pluck your uterus and mutilate your breasts, Amazon. - He said.
- Because the world needs a warrior Amazon and not a woman. - He said.
- I'm watching, if a hair have your smell d iga goodbye to any chance that someone else will have offspring. - Said Darkseid. - Each one of you. - Said the lord of Apokolips.
- Why don't you just break Superman's arms and legs? - Asked J'onn J'onzz. - And do not pull the hair out of Wonder Woman.
- Because I have to show it, and it wouldn't make the same impact. - Said Darkseid throwing a ray of omega Samson in the air, and thus a dagger appears in his hands.
- The world needs Superman. - Said Darkseid. - But no one spoke of your genes. - He said.
- And that. - He showed towards both.
- And what I will use to take the chance of any offspring of the two of you. - Said Darkseid.
- This is to be kept at the right time. - Said Darkseid putting on his belt.
Bruce laughed inside, Darkseid came towards him, pulled him hard, he let out a shameful cry, caught in his lap, his legs curling around his waist, towards his lap in front of him, and grabbed him and kissed him with such possessiveness.
That damn, soft tongue, which was always in his mouth and hole, made him excited and willing, he liked the feeling of that tongue inside him, dominating him between his moans, the feeling of mine, sucking on his lips, teeth and tongue in your mouth, feeling your tentacles curl up in your mouth.
The new god was grabbing him, he was kissing him, to the point of pulling all his breath away, when Bruce thought he would pass out from shortness of breath, Darkseid released him, putting him reeling on the floor, even though he was holding him, Bruce felt his hard cock of Darkseid while grabbing him.
- You will never, never have it. - He said. - Holding your hard cock, grabbing it. - He's all mine.
- I'm. - Bruce said breathlessly, stunned, and without strength, his legs, his knees weakened, giving way, and then falling into the chair again, snorting.
- I am all yours, my man. - Bruce said.
- No one will take you from me. - Said Darkseid biting his neck in a blow job.
- I will kill and eat for breakfast everyone who tries. - Said Darkseid.
- Clear. - Bruce said. - You would eat babies too.
- All the babies to have you with me. - Said Darkseid.
Eyes flashed, and Bruce was grabbed again, there in front of everyone, kissing with his lips, they were two killer beasts catching, grabbing, rubbing and kissing.
Romance in a different way. - The Martian thought.
- Damn you. - growled Superman.
Bruce blushed, looking and saying embarrassed , when he was released, again breathless, he almost thought he would lose consciousness.
- How romantic. - Bruce said. - He would castrate you to have me. - Bruce said.
- This is not romantic. - Diana and Superman said.
Bruce spoke after a while, when he was catching his breath, he had a truce that was signed with Darkseid.
- We need, I mean, I need to redo ..., some renovations to the watchtower. - Bruce said. - Update some things.
- I need to make some arrangements. - Bruce said.
- All right. - Said Superman. - If your psychopathic husband doesn't castrate us. - Said Superman. - I would have no problem staying in the same place as you.
- If you don't look the way I don't like it. - Said Darkseid.
- Look ... - Repeated Superman, turning to Bruce who was laughing from end to end.
- What ... - Diana said.
- So, really. - Said Darkseid lowering the head of Wonder Woman, and with the other hand towards the head of Superman.
He made it very clear what he was talking about looking at.
Gave to understand about the meaning of possession, jealousy, territory, will the castrates r who look in a way that he does not like , it all was that defined Darkseid.
- Let's go. - Said Darkseid pulling Bruce with him, towards the explosion tube.
- You need to change clothes. - Said Darkseid. - But I will show you how to eat is a real man between your legs. - Said. - You will limp after that. - Said the lord of Apokolips.
Darkseid took him towards the mansion, he was not bothering to tear off his clothes in the process, towards his suite , he took him towards the bathroom, and now naked, when he pushed him towards the bathroom, himself lord of Apokolips, taking off his clothes, and entering with him.
- Open your legs. - He said, pushing him towards the shower and turning on, with the water falling towards his back, he rubbed it gently, kissing and sucking it, rubbing his hands on his body , he washed it.
- Let's get the dirt out of those bastards who tried to attack you. - He said kissing her body, he was undoing his braid. - Leave your hair a little loose. - I love to see you beat up fools. - Said.
- You like? - He smiled.
- Your teachers must be proud. - Said Darkseid.
- They are. - Bruce said.
- I always want to see you beat up unsuspecting idiots. - He said kissing and smelling him, and washing his hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo.
He took it out of the shower, turning off the water , taking it out of the shower, taking a towel and drying it gently, with his hands everywhere.
- Go to bed and lie face down. - He ordered. - I want you to show your wonderful ass to me. - He ordered in a growl.
Bruce got out of there, walking over to the bed, and lay down, prancing his ass to show him towards Darkseid, at that time, he didn't need to dry off .
The lord of Apokolips was smoking , he looked like a boiling rock, a volcano, when vapors appeared, all this, when looking at his muscular body, his muscles, those thick muscular and turned legs, chest and deltoids, that defined hard and round ass .
Darkseid was worshiping that body , Bruce moaned, and gasped, with symbolic tattoos on every part of his body , caressing and kissing him, rising from his legs in every squeeze and kiss, rising from the base of his spine to his shoulders, kissing each part, licking and smelling.