Chapter 5
Batman's fist impacted into my jaw, sending me staggering back.
I quickly took stock of my apparent opponent as he sunk into a stance. Batman didn't know who I was, or how skilled I was, so he would go one of two routes, either utterly destroy me right of the bat, or he would underestimate me, allowing me to maybe get a shot or two in, and as he went in for a ligntijng quick jab for the ribs, I praised my luck.
If he was being serious, I would probably be dead already. After a few more blows that I weathered, or in one case barely managed to doge, the older man snapped into a high, roundhouse kick.
For those of you in the martial arts world, you know that a Roundhouse kick is like begging to either have you leg broke, or your family jewels smashed. I of course went for the latter option and was feeling very impressed with myself right up until the point my hand broke.
We both paused, and then Batman smirked at me.
He smirked the rotten Bastard.
And who the hell armor-plates their groin?
Apparently the goddamn Batman thats who.
I bit down a snarl as I ignored the pain shooting up from my now pulped hand with a special trick I learned years earlier. It essentially let me ignore pain in its entirety. The ability to not feel pain came with a drawback however, I could be stabbed and bleed to death before noticing.
But I felt I might need it.
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Robin looked up was the emergency entrance to the Mountain began wailing, and the 6 inch thick metal door began to shudder open, admitting a two figures.
Robin felt his jaw drop as he recognized both figures. The first was the man from the beach, his right hand absolutely destroyed. His left eye had been swallowed by purple and blue bruises, while his nose was also squashed to fold to the right like a folded piece of paper. What had made Robins jaw drop however was the figure of his mentor both supporting and being supported by the other man. The hero's left leg was visibly unable to hold his weight, the knee on that leg seeming to almost flop bonelessly as he lurched forward. Batmans arm was also broken, it almost looked like his right arm had a second elbow with how sharply it had been snapped.
The man from the beach who was both supporting and being supported by Batman, winked at the gathered hero's and nudged Batman with an elbow. The caped crusader looked up and grunted.
"Team, meet your new combat instructor. Now, we'll both answer some question later but for now, we need to get to the infirmary. We seem to have broken… Well, broken a lot."
The team of Young Justice stared with their jaws hanging. The man from the beach had beaten, or at least tied Batman in a fight.
Batman. What. The hell.
Scene Break
The next morning, the team gathered as Batman and the mysterious person exited the Zeta tube.
'Batman, B-01, and Doctor HG-2-42'
Batman, with his arm in a split and visible cast on his knee walked to the middle of the room and gestured at the other man who had a splint on his nose and on his hand.
"Team, this is Amadeus Grey, ex black-ops, ex special forces, retired soldier, he apparently thought to retire to the rather large mansion just down the beach, but wasn't aware of our reopening of Mt. Justice. We… Had a conversation, and decided that he should act as your new combat instructor."
Batman glared at the Amadeus.
"He is going train you in any way he see's fit as long as you are not permanently damaged."
Amadeus grinned briefly before turning away for a brief second and letting loose a hacking cough that made the younger teens watching wince at the bone rattling, lung tearing cough he let loose into a cloth. After he cleared his throat he shoved the cloth back into his jacket and smirked, his teeth stained with blood.
"Hello my little darlings, time for torture."
Miss Martian raised one hand and tentatively asked,
"D, don't you mean training?"
Amadeus' grin became even wider.
"I know what I said."
