"How is it down there, so far," Bruce asked through the communications link inside Terry's suit, moments after he had entered the sewage system. He replied, "Aside from no signs of body parts, it really, really reeks." "Just as I remember it," Bruce replied. "Oh yeah," Batman cringed while speaking, "did you have to arc your feet every time you didn't wanna' step in something you didn't want to ID?" "It comes with the territory," he answered in his own way of saying 'yes', "now stay focused. The last thing we want is for it to jump out at you." "Yeah, whatever it is," Batman agreed.
As Batman looked around, he saw nothing but the usual details that defined a sewer's environment. The steel walls looked almost beaten in at most points, with markings that looked as if done by sagitate claw (and maybe even teeth) marks. Rats scurried along pipes ranging in various sizes, from the size of their field counterparts, to others that proved truth to the myths of their rather large and implausible girths. As for the sickening water, it was now to half-calf length from where he walked, but in the distance he could hear the echoing of the water that poured into distant areas. Just as he turned around, Batman reported to Bruce, "Still nothing, I'm gonna' double back just in case I missed some areas."
"Maybe you should look harder."
Batman only heard the words as he thoroughly searched the area, but didn't focus on what said them.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Bruce replied in confusion, "Who are you talking to?"
"Didn't you just say---ARRRGH!"
Bruce could only hear the unpleasant sound of circuitry being slashed apart through the comm. link, as he gripped the armrests on his chair, screaming Terry's name for confirmation of his status. Back in the sewer, Batman sluggishly pushed himself off the ground, feeling how deep the cut was on his back, which was enough to feel the cold air with his bare skin. As exposed circuits sparked and raged, he heard a bellowed breathing noise from behind him. Without second thought, he unsheathed a standard Batarang and threw it at the target behind him, whom caught it with the simplest hand gesture. Once it crushed the weapon, the pieces were forcefully thrown to its side, some of the fragments stuck to the wall.
"So you're the Batman," it spoke in a scratchy Russian accent, as Terry now recognized the voice, "I pray that you taste better than my last pursuer." Batman stood in a fighting stance as best as he could, as he fought the pain, and he saw the creature dash through the water at him. Batman jumped kicked at him, connecting with the creature's face twice, but it proved useless, as the creature grabbed his leg and swung him to the ground. The sewer fluids partially entered Batman's mouth, but as he spat out the wretched taste, the monster kicked him in the stomach hard enough to send him far away and up to the ceiling.
Once Batman fell to the ground, he looked at the approaching creature, as it looked back with a taunting smile and large hands tensing for a kill. The monster then saw its dark hunter reach into what had to be its infamous utility belt, but knew that whatever he was going to throw, it would be beyond futile. Batman kept holding the object in his hand, until he formed its blue Batarang shape. He jumped out the water just as it quickly pulsed its electric currency into the water, immediately shocking the grey giant. It roared in pain, closing its eyes and clenching to the now ripped walls until he soon took control of the discomfort, noticing that his next meal was now gone. Out of anger, he smashed the wall to his right, as he looked down the darkened hell that was his hunting ground and growled, "First time for everything, Mansur." He turned around and walked back to his abode, where other potential "snacks" awaited his fatal taste test.
As Batman looked around, he saw nothing but the usual details that defined a sewer's environment. The steel walls looked almost beaten in at most points, with markings that looked as if done by sagitate claw (and maybe even teeth) marks. Rats scurried along pipes ranging in various sizes, from the size of their field counterparts, to others that proved truth to the myths of their rather large and implausible girths. As for the sickening water, it was now to half-calf length from where he walked, but in the distance he could hear the echoing of the water that poured into distant areas. Just as he turned around, Batman reported to Bruce, "Still nothing, I'm gonna' double back just in case I missed some areas."
"Maybe you should look harder."
Batman only heard the words as he thoroughly searched the area, but didn't focus on what said them.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Bruce replied in confusion, "Who are you talking to?"
"Didn't you just say---ARRRGH!"
Bruce could only hear the unpleasant sound of circuitry being slashed apart through the comm. link, as he gripped the armrests on his chair, screaming Terry's name for confirmation of his status. Back in the sewer, Batman sluggishly pushed himself off the ground, feeling how deep the cut was on his back, which was enough to feel the cold air with his bare skin. As exposed circuits sparked and raged, he heard a bellowed breathing noise from behind him. Without second thought, he unsheathed a standard Batarang and threw it at the target behind him, whom caught it with the simplest hand gesture. Once it crushed the weapon, the pieces were forcefully thrown to its side, some of the fragments stuck to the wall.
"So you're the Batman," it spoke in a scratchy Russian accent, as Terry now recognized the voice, "I pray that you taste better than my last pursuer." Batman stood in a fighting stance as best as he could, as he fought the pain, and he saw the creature dash through the water at him. Batman jumped kicked at him, connecting with the creature's face twice, but it proved useless, as the creature grabbed his leg and swung him to the ground. The sewer fluids partially entered Batman's mouth, but as he spat out the wretched taste, the monster kicked him in the stomach hard enough to send him far away and up to the ceiling.
Once Batman fell to the ground, he looked at the approaching creature, as it looked back with a taunting smile and large hands tensing for a kill. The monster then saw its dark hunter reach into what had to be its infamous utility belt, but knew that whatever he was going to throw, it would be beyond futile. Batman kept holding the object in his hand, until he formed its blue Batarang shape. He jumped out the water just as it quickly pulsed its electric currency into the water, immediately shocking the grey giant. It roared in pain, closing its eyes and clenching to the now ripped walls until he soon took control of the discomfort, noticing that his next meal was now gone. Out of anger, he smashed the wall to his right, as he looked down the darkened hell that was his hunting ground and growled, "First time for everything, Mansur." He turned around and walked back to his abode, where other potential "snacks" awaited his fatal taste test.
