Daredevil once more focused his senses. Cobblepot was standing in the middle of the warehouse. Daredevil could tell that he had a gun to Nightwing's head. He had to be very careful with this. A false move and Nightwing's brains would be blown all over the warehouse. He sensed a metal pipe within arm's reach of the crate he was concealed behind. Well that's quite barbaric, he mused. He picked it up and felt the weight in his hands. The throw would have to be flawless. He would have to wait for the perfect momen-
Daredevil flew over the crate and simultaneously launched the metal pipe from his hand. He sensed the air being disrupted as the object honed in on its target.
"What in the world is that? Oh shit-," the Penguin's sentence was cut off. The metal pipe flew into his face. A mist of crimson red shrouded the air around him. Scarlet liquid poured from his nose as he screamed in agony. He dropped the gun as he fell to the ground, his hand covering his nose.
"You bastard, you will pay for this you 'ear me, you will-."
Daredevil's fist connected with the already broken nose of Cobblepot. The ensuing sound he emitted was an animalistic scream of utter pain. He crumpled to the ground, sobbing in his own blood. "When will I learn to make my sentences shorter," he muttered in anguish.
Nightwing looked Daredevil up and down and angled his head to the side.
"I've seen you before in New York. I thought you were dead? Where is Batman by the way?"
"Have I not done a good enough job for you?"
Nightwing looked behind and peered at the Penguin's now unconscious body lying in his own blood. He smiled.
"I see you have a penchant for leaving your enemies bruised and bloodied so I'd say yeah, you've done a good job."After a few moments of assistance Daredevil freed Nightwing.
"So where actually is Batman?" Nightwing asked, a concerned brow evident.
"He went off to deal with the Penguin's thugs. He should be back by now….."
Batman's motionless body floated through the water of Gotham harbour. He had managed to free himself of the Batmobile prior to it entering the water in order to avoid any secondary explosions as a result of the missiles. But he had been thrown far too deep. He tried to claw his way back to the surface but he couldn't. The impact of the missile had taken the wind from him and he was emerged in metres of water before he even had a chance to take a breath.
As the life slowly left him, Batman thought back to something a teacher had once told him. It was a quote by some famous author, he couldn't remember who. He had said that, "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell." Batman thought about what he had done with his life. Had he thrown it all away? Had it all just been folly? Was he trying to save a world already condemned, already a living hell dominated by devils? Maybe the world was better without him. For the first time in his life, he experienced peace. Bubbles left his mouth in laughter as Batman had his last thought, closing his eyes. At least Daredevil will fit in.