I sometimes play a game with my original novel characters and my fanfic OCs called 'what would your boss fight be like?' Kitty would either be a cutscene boss (I'm betting two minutes before she gets her ass kicked), or the boss that sets waves of mooks on you before coming down to deal with you themselves. Title comes from the Repo! The Genetic Opera song, which is totally her boss battle soundtrack. (Read three times for full boss experience-isn't three the magic number?)
Christineoftheopera-ABSOLUTELY NOT.
The Puppeteer Patient 120402-They came to Arkham once. It was awkward. There was much screaming and dying. I think it made the news. There was a mass break-out. They haven't come back.
He pushes the door of the old theatre open, upsetting a flock of crows nesting nearby. They attack him, cawing angrily, until he smacks one of them out of the air. The others then flutter back to the rafters, ruffled and pissy but no longer willing to rush him. Good.
"Batman." Crane's in the top box, leaning on the railing there. "Glad you could come."
He takes a quick look around for anything strange and comes up with nothing.
"I can't stay, I'm afraid. Kitty, will you entertain our guest?"
"Sure." The light catches those strange steampunk-y goggles she's taken to wearing lately. "I'll see you soon."
They kiss and Crane turns, starts for the stairs. Batman goes to fling a Batarang at him, but what little light there was cuts out.
"No, no. Can't have that, not yet."
There's the clicking of a heavy switch and a spotlight hits the stage. Said stage is empty, the broken remnants of the last show preformed here scattered here and there. Crane was here once before*, killing the patrons and the actors. It wasn't long before the place was abandoned, like so many other places in Gotham.
"Look at you, Bats." Her voice echoes. "Come here to play with me."
There! A moving shadow, strolling down the stairs.
"How have you been enjoying New Gotham, hmm?" He starts towards her, knowing that she can see him through the dark goggles. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It's over, Richardson."
She stops and he can see her head tilting.
"Oh, no. It's never over."
It is for now.
He fires his grappler upwards, latches onto a gargoyle that he's not exactly positive can hold his weight. Maybe it could have, but they know him well.
BOOM!
It cracks and for a minute he thinks it might not have cracked through, but then it falls, taking him with it. He rolls aside milliseconds before it hits him and hears her laughing above the cawing of the upset crows.
"Surprise." She's onstage now, black coat billowing around her ankles. "You want me? Come get me."
He gets about three steps in before there's a shriek, like a ReDead from Zelda, and a long-armed, long-legged man falls from the beams and wraps around him. He backhands him in the face, feels bones crunch (he'll live, it's just a nose), and shakes him off.
But that three-second delay is all it took for gun-toting henchmen to appear from backstage, guns cocked.
This just got a little more complicated.
He'll have to risk the other gargoyle, maybe get up into the box.
But first, the lights. He can manage in the dark, can they?
He takes out the spotlights and goes for the gargoyle just as they start shooting. This one's not rigged. They want him up here. He has no choice.
Some sort of unearthly choir blares from the speakers under the gargoyle and he flinches, nearly falls.
He clicks on his night vision** and eyes the nearest mook.
ZIP-YANK!
He screams and shoots wildly before finally dropping the gun. It goes off and there's another scream of, "MY FOOT, BITCH!"
That wasn't the plan, but he's not sorry.
The guy he grabbed passes out before he even gets to the top and he lets him back down none-too-gently. Then he grabs another one. Turns out to be the one with the injured foot, and he somehow stays conscious on the way up.
"Oh, god..."
"Hi."
One nerve-pinch*** later, his latest victim is down for the count and he drops him by the other one.
One remains, but he can't quite reach him. He'll go to him, then.
He drops down and crouches in a row of seats. The guy's maybe...four rows away. He can get him from here.
The grappler wraps around ankle and Batman yanks the man off his feet and towards the chairs, ignoring his panicked wails. Said wails are quickly silenced and the man is abandoned in the rows. He won't be getting up in a hurry.
SLICE!
He ducks again, rolls out of her way and clambers onto the stage. That scythe is as long as she is tall, and he's not getting too close to the blade.
"Well, well! Haven't aged a day, have you, old man?"
SWISH!
"Come here. I don't bite. Unless you want me to."
He catches the scythe in his gauntlet and rips it out of her hands. She steps back, already going for a gun. He tackles her before she can get it.
"Not today."
"You're right." Her hand mashes against his face and he catches a glimpse of a familiar mechanism in her sleeve before it goes off.
THE END
*This incident is detailed somewhere in Thirty-One Days of Scarecrow.
**Twice I typed that as Knight Vision, but Batman has no time for puns. Frowny-face.
***Appears in Scarecrow: Year One. (And likely others.) Used on Robin, of all people.