"NOOO!" screams Shekron, leaping at Robin like an asp on a mouse. His long sword smashes into Robin's birdarang sword, the force almost breaking him. Robin holds, but only just. Pushing him back, Shekron slashes at Robin like a whirlwind.
Robin holds off his sword with his own, and with a backswing of one hand while the other kept the sword, he cracks Shekron's jaw.
Nightwing back flips away before Shekron can dismember him. Seven daggers fly from the Octari, to which Nightwing blocks with his metal batons, two flying back at the Kaizer, who catches and throws back. Robin ducks and pulls his sword up before Shekron can take advantage.
"WE DON'T NEED TO FIGHT SHEKRON! PLEASE! STOP!" pleads Robin, blocking the furious Octari's attacks with great difficulty. He leaps to avoid a low sweep, and then quickly has to duck and roll as Shekron uses his sonic blast to mark a circle in the ice wall.
As the glacier crumbles, Robin back flips on the ground before the Kaizer can impale him. He quickly kicks dust at Shekron, who merely blasts again to send Robin flying on the soft grass.
(Hit yourself in the chest… multiply that a hundred fold.)
Robin brings his sword up to deflect Shekron, but his weapon flies from his hand from the strength behind the two swipes as sudden as lightning. He dodges the decapitating swipe to get up and head butt Shekron, and using a taser to pry the sword away.
Shekron slashes him with one wrist blade as Nightwing holds off his other hand and knees him, catching his leg with his leg blades. Desperate to escape, Robin kicks off Shekron's chest, but his foot gets caught, and he is swung into the path of the lava flow. Robin clutches his cut chest and slashed thigh.
Pole extends and Robin vaults over. Shekron kicks his sword up while running to catch it, zooming after Robin, but he is hit by the steam of the water geyser and roars.
Robin belts Shekron back with his pole, but Shekron spins in the blow and comes back to cut Robin's arm, and then blasting him back at a brick wall.
Dizzy with the battering, Jason Todd looks just in time to avoid the thrown broad sword of the Kaizer, it literally slices the stones. Lifting his arms like a conductor of an orchestra, the Octari pulls a wave of lava up and upon Robin. Robin dashes through the leaves with a dust storm behind him. The small drizzle of rain does nothing to Shekron and he locks combat with Robin, using his blades on his wrists and legs against the pole.
Both adversaries tire fast, and not only from fighting, but controlling the realm. Stopping the pitfalls, asteroids, lava flows and many furious storms of all types that they pull upon each other.
Stepping into a tornado, Shekron throws himself over Robin and to his sword. Robin is preoccupied changing the scenery back to a forest from the quicksand. Plucking his legs out, he just shuns the chance of his legs braking, but it doesn't stop the sonic blast hitting him square at a tree.
Falcon speed, Shekron buries the sword through the oak where Robin moves away, blood dripping and ribs crushed. Jason Todd smashes Shekron in the face, making him let go of the sword, another hit destroys one of the wrist blades. The Kaizer goes blood mad and digs two daggers into Jason's chest, head butting him, then kneeing him repeatedly and deep with his leg blades. Letting go of the hero, he lets him stumble, wrenching the sword from the petrified tree, the slash takes Jason across the midsection, insides out…
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"How many lives can you waste Robin?" says Shekron, hardly sweating. "I may have only one, but I am far greater in power than you will ever be."
"I can still try Shekron…" says Tim Drake, getting up.
"Just like your friends?"
"Where have you put them?" says Robin, venting anger.
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"Somewhere very safe…"
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"Where?"
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"It would tear you apart… Do you really want to know?"
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"WHERE?"
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"Do you know already… in your heart of hearts?"
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"WHERE?"
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Shekron just continues. "Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson… predictable… You continue to fight, even when all hope seems lost, and have continued to persevere. Different people but one name… ROBIN. You are truly strong. Not only physically, but also in the mind. You're a great warrior, with a great heart, and I know that the forces of good shall survive under your great leadership. BUT WHY?"
Robin deflects Shekron and kicks out. Shekron dodges and scars Robin on the cheek. His hand stretched out and took out the pillar of stone with his energy blast. Robin is not idle, and uses a birdarang to shatter the hand weapon. The gold arm adornment smokes and Shekron throws it at Robin, who hits it away into the sea, where it lets out a massive sonic explosion.
Robin slides under Shekron's attack, but a super stomp gets him with crushing agony and Shekron brings the blade down on his head. It just misses thanks to Robin's sword, and he swipes at the adversary's legs. Shekron jumps up six feet and comes down sword first.
"You can not THINK-you can not dare to defy the stereotype, and see with your own eyes!" snarls the Octari. "Saying things we might regret, doing things we hate, being things we never wanted to be! I am fighting for that!"
"I'm fighting for that too Shekron…" struggles Robin. "But doing it for and through good. Not evil for evil…"
"YOU ARE WEAKENED BY GOOD! Hiding behind a mask, up-tight yet confident and determined, with an aura that defeats all and always wins. IT IS PREDICTABLE!" Robin takes out the last of the wrist blades with his sword, but receives a kick in the gut with his dagger tipped boot. Clutching his midsection and spewing fluids, Robin backs into the side of the green hill, still fighting against Shekron.
Unable to stand he goes for his legs. While the sword is busy being held off by his now bleeding and severed hand, Tim stabs through both of Shekron's boot daggers and breaks one of the leg blades before the sword buries through his head and his body.
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"One left 'boy wonder'." says Shekron, trying to cut the neck of Dick Grayson. "Last and first, how amusing, HOW ENTERTAINING! HELL YES THEY ARE ENTERTAINED! DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO LEARN ANYTHING? THIS STORY IS POINTLESS, FAULTY AND THE WORK OF A WEAK MIND!"
Nightwing combats Shekron with the same speed and strength. Slash, hack, stab, block, slash, block, block, block and stab and then both swords fly from their hands in the ferocity. Using his last leg blade, Shekron kicks at Robin, who catches his leg and prepares to flip him. But the man flips as well to do a spinning kick at his head.
Robin bears the shock to move quick enough to avoid getting sliced by the leg blade.
A dagger flies from the Octari, but Nightwing throws it back and scores a hit on the shoulder. Nightwing runs up and starts to battle close quarters. Shekron's leg gets stuck in the bog and Robin grabs the Octari's sword. Plucking the dagger from his shoulder, Shekron deflects the swipe with it. He pulls his leg out of the water and the leg blade shatters to the force of the sword.
Kaizer boots Nightwing into a marble column, retrieving his weapon. Robin gets up with his pole arm. Slash, hack, stab, block, slash, block, block, block and stab. The sand becomes difficult in the desert and on the shore. Shekron's sword passes through a stalagmite of ice. Robin's pole crumbles the rock that Shekron kicks from the crumbling terrain…
The void…
Robin and Shekron observe… It wasn't dark, yet it wasn't bright. It was shadowy, yet as clear and white as you could imagine. They start drifting apart without moving, and then turn their backs on one another to come face to face, weapons singing metal and sparks.
"Do you see it? Do you feel it?" pants Shekron. "I am going to die, and it is all his fault!"
"I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU!"
"YOU HAVE TO KILL ME! IT IS WRITTEN OUT! AND WHEN YOU DO YOU WILL BE LOST AND ALONE, ALONE IN THE VOID WITH NO ONE BUT YOURSELF! ONCE AGAIN YOU WILL BE PUSHED ASIDE UNTIL SOME OTHER STORY NEEDS YOUR 'PARTICIPATION'. YET THIS TIME; YOU WILL BE CONCIOUS OF YOUR PLACE, KNOWING WHERE YOU ARE AND WHY YOU ARE THERE… IT WILL BREAK YOU! HA! WHAT CHOICE DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE? THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN WIN IS IF YOU JOIN ME! JOIN ME, OR ELSE FAIL SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ME… BUT I KILL YOU! WHAT IS DEATH TO YOU?"
"I'D NEVER JOIN YOU! JOINING YOU WOULD BE WORSE THAN DIEING!"
"AND WHAT IS DEATH? DO YOU KNOW WHAT DEATH IS? OF COURSE NOT! YOU ALWAYS COME BACK! YOU DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS, EACH ONE MORE DRAMATIC THAN THE NEXT BUT STILL IT IS NOT REAL; YOU ARE NOT REAL! YOU CAN NEVER NO WHAT TRUE DEATH IS! BEING AND THEN NOT BEING, SAYING AND NEVER BEING ABLE TO MAKE A SOUND AGAIN! BUT WHEN I DIE; IT IS REAL TO ME! I WILL NEVER COME BACK! I WILL ONLY EXIST IN THE IMAGINATION, YOU WILL EXIST HERE, IN COMICS, SHOWS, AND MOVIES AND IN A GREATER SPECTRUM OF THOUGHTS AND DREAMS THAT I CAN ONLY BUT DREAM ABOUT! DEATH IS NOT REAL TO YOU! SO DIE! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN ME, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL ME, THEN JUST DIE!"
"JUST CHANGE SHEKRON! PUSH BACK THE EVIL, THE DESIRE FOR REVENGE AND POWER!"
"BUT THAT IS ME! THAT IS MY CHARACTER! WOULD I LOSE EVERYTHING THAT MAKES ME THE ONE I AM? NO!"
"MY CHARACTER LIVED FOR FIGHTING! THAT WAS WHAT THE IMAGINATION MORPHED ME INTO! MAYBE I DID HATE VIOLENCE, BUT WHEN I WAS VIOLENT IT TOOK ME OVER! COMPETITIONS AND GAMES I'D BE OBSESSED IN WINNING! BUT I DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE! THERE IS NOTHING TO PROVE! NO ONE HAS TO FIGHT ANYMORE! NO ONE HAS TO DIE!"
"THEY ARE ALREADY DEAD!"
One corner… the other corner… each time they turned, blinked or even breathed, their opponent would be somewhere else in the confusion of the void. The shape of Nightwing flies out at Shekron who stands still, though it is Shekron who is moving. Shekron looks at Nightwing, then turns around to block his sword.
Nightwing kicks down to catch Shekron's head. The Kaiser flips and throws a dagger, getting him in the leg… himself in the leg as the dagger goes and comes back.
Out of the void…
Robin hurtles from a great height and hits the emerging palm tree with amazing force. Shekron races over but hits the large rock that appears in the flat plains. Both get up and clash in the lava lands, jumping away as the volcano erupts between them. Shekron's robe catches fire and he takes it off, revealing his thick leather and metal ninja garbs, with four daggers on his sides.
Robin uses his Slade weapon to obliterate the daggers as they are thrown at him, but a slash from Shekron destroys the weapon and very almost his arm.
"Both lock hands, trying to pry each other's sword away. "What will your victory achieve Robin? Is that even your name?" and the swords come close to Robin's neck. "It is but a name… a label that humans need to recognise things, for we all know, that men fear what they don't know. They would fear you; yes they would, if you had no name. No matter what is inside of your character, it is still not enough on its own. A name is needed; even if you are the greatest hero of all time… no name… and you will be forgotten, wasted and used.
"My name gives me a word… each word more life… more life, the more I live inside them… My name is Robin." the swords come close to Shekron now, but two kicks from both fighters separate them.
Shekron's fury shatters Robin's sword to pieces and so he is forced to retreat to find his pole arm. Things are made harder in the long grass and thorned weeds.
"Are you not tired? Are you not fed up with this predictability? Die! Just die!" yells Shekron, chasing and slicing at the heels of Robin. "Be original! Do something unexpected! LOSE!" He jumps seven feet up and twelve feet forward in front of Robin and between him and his weapon. The sword rings out and Robin ducks, it rings again and Robin rolls from the stab. The sword cuts the ground and gets stuck in the mass of thick vines, long enough for Robin to smash kick Kaizer in the groin and run for his pole arm.
The two continue to battle in rain, hail, snow, fire and sweeping winds. Sceneries from all of fanfiction, natural and man made, all empty after the great Battle of Fanfiction. All save two figures sweating and bleeding and bruising and aching their muscles as the desperately tried to end this story once and for all.
What if Shekron won? What would he do then? He had his revenge; he would have run against predictability. But that would be it, and he would fade away forever…
What if Robin won? Did he really want to kill Shekron? Could he kill Shekron if given the chance? Would his win really be a victory? What was the cost…?
The void…
"Please…"
"Why?"
"Because we need not do this…"
"It was written…"
They clash
They part
"Damn you Shekron!"
"The writer has already"
They clash and part
"You have a choice Shekron!"
"I will not bow to a writer…"
"Not to a writer… but to a better way."
"What about MY way?"
They clash and part
"You think the writer is so selfish, so obsessed in our torture?"
"Is he not entertained? Is he not happy about this? Is he not glad this is all playing out to his wishes?"
"He may… but you should know…"
"NO!"
They clash and part
They clash and part
"Look deeper Shekron! You said so yourself! YOU ARE THE WRITER! Not the writer himself, but part of the writer, just as we are a part of everyone else, they are also part of us!"
"I've heard this story before!"
They clash and part
"Everything you do, you do for your own vengeance, for your own pains you want to pain others and find some sort of satisfaction in paining us; well that is just how you described the writer! You're no better than who you are fighting!"
"I AM FAR BETTER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!"
The scene breaks to the desolation and the pole arm flies in pieces after much strain. Shekron's blade isn't even tarnished by blood, let alone any marks of damage. Robin, Dick Grayson, pants weakened on the ashes. Shekron strides up, fast, with shoulder bleeding, his hands blistering and with bruises beyond count. A small spat of blood is coughed out from the Octari's mouth.
"Far better… I am not confined to the ways of the writer… I shall get my revenge. THIS REALM IS MINE!" The sword comes down…
Pakkrat's crowbar, or rather, the Joker's crowbar sweeps the sword just millimetres from Robin's neck. The hook of the bar catches and twists Shekron's hands open and trapped. The sword, with both hands, is plunged deep into Shekron, thrusting straight out the other side. Shekron doesn't fracture… he bleeds…
"H… How… predictable…" says the Octari, smiling. "Eternity… what a term… it is so far beyond us… and yet so close to us…"
"I… I'm sorry…" says Robin, with a tear. Why? It didn't need to be this way! The writer could have changed this battle… then again… Shekron would have no real freedom… and neither would have Robin… But it could have been different. "It should have been different…" he lets go of the sword. The Kaizer falters back.
"I knew it…" says Shekron as he backs away to a crevice, slowly dieing, sword still through him… "It is… still… mine…" and he falls limp, backwards to the fall of lava…
A small flame flickers with a sort of splash, yet thickened in molten rock.
Robin sighs and tilts his head… why?
But he was glad it was over…
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He tilts his head back up and sees the fiery shape running at him.
Feet melting as it trotted forward with horrific intentions. Eyes dripping from their black sockets, jaw hanging loosely from what few sinews remained, muscle flailing and burning, oh ever burning. The whole being was on fire, its muscle tearing away to the skeleton so that it was a mere skull, not a face that screamed in fury. The intestines were blazing with the other organs, the heart still pumping and glowing. The hands snapped off as the clenched and reached towards him. The fire was like wild hair upon its black bone head. The sword was still through him…
Before the creature could fall upon him, Robin took the hilt and flung the corpse over his head and to the other side of the crevice.
This time he watched as the waving and shrieking form clatters along the cliff face and finally disappears into the lava. Black ash dispersed on the surface and Shekron Kaizer was no more…
Robin looked sorrowfully at the tragic end, knowing full well that had circumstances been different, if lives were just a fiction out of line… that man could have been him. Lost, alone, afraid and angry at his existence… but he felt some joy, for the struggle was over… it was finally at an end. The story was finished…
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"I won…" he says, still hardly able to believe it. "Guys! I won! I actually beat him…
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Guys?
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Where are you?
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The End
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Author's note:
This story is a sequel to 'Tales of Gotham and Jump City' (the sequel of 'The Joker') which I haven't finished writing and prequel to 'Teen Titan's songs' which I've reached the middle (?)
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Of course this isn't the end silly!
I hope the next chapter will make up for the longest blood bath I have ever written! Please keep sending your thoughts and rebukes; I need them for one final confrontation to end all confrontations in Fan fiction! I appreciate ALL ideas, no matter how silly or demented they may seem.
Happy Readings!
Pakkrat: Do not fear evil, yet do not grow complacent. It is still dangerous, but never fear it. Be wary. Next two chapters will question everything.
Rose/Jackalobe: Jackalobe will come back. Thank's for the review as well, I can't remember if I used it here or the next chapter.
Neon Prodigy: Synn and Icarus make their last appearance at the end credits, along with the other OC's.
Regrem Erutaerc: I considered it but a serum or any other brain washing would deny any freedom (if there was any) of choice. That wouldn't be right, even if it did draw on his good side, it would ignore his bad side, rather than defeat it through his own choice. Female Shekron may/will show up in the end credits.
Nightmareshadow: Glad you enjoyed that. Hope your story goes well. I'll check up on that.
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Author's Note: Anything that Robin says the next chapter will be very personal. I apologise in advance. Please do not take his tirade seriously… take the meaning seriously, and please think.