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The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow across the pristine white tiles of the biotech lab. Beakers and test tubes lined the shelves, their contents a mystery to all but the most brilliant scientific minds. In the center of the room, a hulking figure hunched over a workbench, his scaly skin glistening under the harsh lighting.
"You!" Killer Croc turned around with a snarl, his yellow eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the caped figure standing in the doorway. "How did you find me?"
Batman stepped into the lab, his cape billowing behind him. The Dark Knight's presence seemed to fill the room, a stark contrast to the sterile environment. "When half the biotech firms in town get hit, I get curious," Batman replied in his signature monotone. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scattered equipment and the various vials of unknown substances. "You look like you've been working out, Croc."
Killer Croc's muscles rippled under his thick hide as he swung his tail towards the Dark Knight. The newly acquired appendage whipped through the air, knocking over a nearby rack of test tubes. Glass shattered, spilling chemicals across the floor and filling the air with acrid fumes.
Batman easily dodged the attack by jumping back, his boots crunching on the broken glass as he created some distance between them. The lab's confined space made maneuvering difficult, but the Caped Crusader was nothing if not adaptable.
"The tail's new," Batman commented, his eyes narrowing behind his cowl as he assessed the situation.
"Yeah," Croc replied, a sinister grin spreading across his reptilian features. He wrapped the tail around a nearby canister, the muscles in his arms bulging as he lifted it effortlessly. "I got an upgrade," he growled, hurling the container at Batman.
The Dark Knight's reflexes were lightning-fast. He leaped away, the canister whistling past his ear and smashing against the wall behind him. As he twisted in mid-air, Batman's hand moved to his utility belt, retrieving a handful of batarangs. With practiced precision, he sent them flying towards Croc's chest.
The metallic projectiles clanked harmlessly against Killer Croc's hardened scales, falling to the ground like discarded toys. The reptilian villain's grin widened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
"That's right, run!" Croc exclaimed, his massive form lumbering after Batman as the hero dashed towards a nearby window.
Glass shattered as Batman burst through, the cool night air a stark contrast to the stuffy lab. As he fell, the Dark Knight's mind raced, formulating a plan. His hand moved to his belt once more, this time retrieving his trusty grapple gun.
With unerring accuracy, Batman aimed the device at Killer Croc's chest and fired. The grapple hit its mark, embedding itself in the villain's thick hide. Using the momentum of his fall, Batman swung onto a nearby car, the vehicle's alarm blaring to life as he landed.
With a powerful yank on the grapple line, Batman pulled hard, causing Killer Croc to lose his balance and tumble out of the window. The massive creature crashed into the vacant parking lot below, leaving a small crater in the asphalt.
But Killer Croc was far from defeated. With surprising agility for his size, he recovered quickly, his eyes burning with rage as he charged towards Batman. The Dark Knight fired his grapple gun once more, aiming for the safety of a nearby rooftop. But as he was being pulled to safety, Croc's new tail lashed out, wrapping around Batman's ankle and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.
Before Batman could regain his footing, Killer Croc was upon him. The villain's knee pressed down on the hero's chest, pinning him to the ground. Croc's massive hands engulfed Batman's head, lifting him slightly off the pavement.
"You know, Bats..." Croc's voice was a low, menacing growl as he held Batman's head between his palms. His breath was hot and putrid, washing over the Dark Knight's face. "The problem with steroids is, I get the munchies."
As Killer Croc opened his jaws wide, preparing to bite off Batman's head, a new voice cut through the night air.
"Need some help?" Kurama questioned; his voice laced with amusement. He sat perched on a nearby car, his cerulian eyes gleaming in the dim light of the parking lot. With a casual flick of his index finger, an invisible force struck Killer Croc, sending the massive reptilian villain flying across the lot.
Batman, bruised and battered, struggled to his feet. The dark, damp pavement beneath him reflected the city's neon lights, creating an eerie atmosphere. "I was handling it," he grumbled, his deep voice echoing in the empty lot.
"Clearly," Kurama retorted sarcastically. He snapped his fingers, and the ground beneath Killer Croc erupted with a black magic circle. Soon, a bolt of lightning crashed down, electrocuting the villain and leaving him twitching on the ground.
Batman's cape fluttered in the night breeze as he tucked his grapple gun back into his utility belt. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, his white lenses narrowing suspiciously.
Kurama gracefully leapt off the car, landing beside Batman. "I got bored," he shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Naruto was busy with his meetings, so I decided to follow you around for a bit. It was fun watching you get mauled by a crocodile."
"I meant what are you doing on Earth," Batman clarified, his tone growing impatient. "Didn't you say you had something to take care of?".
"It can wait. I'm taking a bit of a sabbatical from my work." Kurama replied.
Suddenly, Kurama's hand shot out to the side, catching the dart aimed at his neck between his fingers. Without even a glance, he tossed it towards a nearby alleyway. The dart embedded itself in the brick wall, inches from the head of a surprised woman.
Realizing she'd been discovered, the woman emerged from the shadows, holstering her gun. She approached the duo with measured steps, her high heels clicking against the pavement.
"Talia," Batman stated, a hint of recognition in his voice.
Kurama turned to look at the newcomer, who wore a black skin-tight suit with a utility belt around her waist. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes held a dangerous glint. "Ahhh!" Kurama exclaimed in recognition, "If it isn't little Talia Al Ghul."
Talia's eyebrow twitched, clearly annoyed by being called 'little'. "Have we met before?" she asked, her voice cool and controlled.
"We have," Kurama replied cryptically, a knowing smirk on his face. "Nice outfit, by the way."
Before Kurama could continue his teasing, Batman interjected, "Why are you here?"
Talia's expression softened slightly, a flicker of emotion passing through her usually stoic eyes. "My father," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "He's dead."
"About damn time!" Kurama commented, leaning against a nearby wall. "That old coot has been alive for far too long than necessary."
Anger flashed in Talia's eyes, and her hand instinctively moved towards her utility belt. Batman, sensing the rising tension, quickly intervened.
"Who killed him?" he asked, his gravelly voice cutting through the night air.
Talia took a deep breath, composing herself. "Deathstroke," she replied, her voice regaining its usual coolness. "My father believed he could have been his successor, that was until he met you."
Batman remained impassive, having been aware of Deathstroke's past involvement with the League of Assassins.
"And, now this man wants to kill us," Talia finished, her gaze shifting towards the shadows behind her.
"Us?" Batman questioned, following her line of sight.
From the darkness emerged a young boy, his features a striking blend of Talia and Bruce. Kurama's eyes widened in delight. "Ohh!" he exclaimed in a teasing singsong voice, "Batman~ has a~ son~."
Batman's jaw clenched; his voice tight as he addressed Talia. "You expect me to believe this?"
"I assure you," Talia replied smoothly, "He is yours." A ghost of a smile played on her lips as she added, "Or have you forgotten our shared moments in the moonlight?"
"You had drugged me," Batman accused, his tone sharp.
Talia waved her hand dismissively. "That's beside the point. He is our son."
The boy, around 13 years old, stepped forward to stand before Batman. His posture was confident, almost arrogant. "Don't look so stunned, Father," he said, his voice carrying a hint of a challenge. "I thought you'd be taller."
Kurama couldn't contain his amusement. "He looks like a mini version of you!" he exclaimed, pointing at the scowl etched on the boy's face. "He even scowls like you!"
Batman remained silent, his gaze fixed on the child before him.
"His name is Damian," Talia provided, already turning to leave. "I'm leaving him with you. He'll be safer with you than with me." With that, she melted back into the shadows, leaving Batman and Kurama alone with the boy.
As Batman continued to stare at Damian, processing this new information, Kurama chuckled. "I knew you were a playboy, but I never thought you'd be the kind to smash and dash," he teased. "Welcome to the club!"
Damian, ignoring the blonde man, addressed his father. "You didn't know about me?" he asked, his voice betraying no hurt at the revelation.
"No," Batman replied curtly.
"Mother has made me your responsibility," Damian stated, his eyes never leaving Batman's cowl.
"It would appear so," Batman responded, pressing a button on his wrist interface. The low rumble of an engine filled the air as the Batmobile approached.
"That isn't necessary," Damian insisted, his chin lifted in defiance. "I can take care of myself."
The Batmobile came to a stop beside them, its sleek black surface gleaming under the streetlights. Batman opened the door, revealing the high-tech interior. "So can I," he replied, "But things have changed." He gestured to the passenger seat. "Get in."
Damian's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the vehicle. "I'll drive," he declared, excited at the prospect of driving the legendary Batmobile and attempted to leap over to the driver's seat. Batman caught him mid-jump, depositing him firmly in the passenger seat.
"No," came the curt response, brooking no argument.
As Batman settled into the driver's seat, he turned to Kurama. "I'm leaving," he stated, not waiting for a reply before the Batmobile's engine roared to life.
Kurama watched as the vehicle sped away, disappearing into the night. A smirk played on his lips as he contemplated the interesting turn of events. This new development would certainly make things more entertaining.
Xxx Batcave xxX
The Batcave was dimly lit, its cavernous expanse filled with the soft hum of computer equipment and the occasional flutter of bat wings. The air was cool and damp, carrying a faint metallic scent. Kurama, his blonde hair catching the light from nearby screens, was animatedly talking to Alfred when Batman and Damian entered.
As the Batmobile's engines wound down, Kurama's cerulean eyes lit up with excitement. "See!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards the duo emerging from the vehicle. "Didn't I tell you?"
Alfred, ever the picture of composure, nodded slightly. "It would appear so, Master Kurama," he replied, his gaze fixed on the young boy accompanying Batman.
Damian strode forward, his posture radiating confidence despite his small stature. He came to a stop in front of Kurama, eyeing him with suspicion. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding for someone so young.
Kurama grinned, striking a dramatic pose. "I am Kurama Uzumaki," he announced proudly, "The best mercenary/bounty hunter across the universe!"
Batman, his cape swishing softly as he moved, approached with a questioning look beneath his cowl. "How did you get here?" he asked, surprise evident in his tone at finding the blonde in his secret hideout.
"Magic!" Kurama answered with a flourish, his grin widening.
Batman sighed, heading towards his computer. "You were far more tolerable when we first met," he muttered.
While this exchange took place, Damian had made his way to Alfred, chin held high. "Hello, Pennyworth," he stated, "I've heard of you" his tone conveying a sense of superiority.
Alfred bowed slightly, unfazed by the boy's attitude. "At your service, Master Damian."
Damian's eyes scanned the cave. "Where are the rest of the servants?" he asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"I am the sum total, young master," Alfred replied evenly. "The recession and downsizing has affected everyone. The Wayne's were not spared either."
Damian's eyes narrowed. "Watch yourself, Pennyworth. I'm not so young that I do not understand sarcasm."
Alfred's lips twitched in a barely noticeable smirk. "While I am much too old to care," he replied, turning to fetch tea for Kurama.
Damian then approached Kurama, crossing his arms. "Are you strong?" he questioned, sizing up the blonde man.
Kurama flexed dramatically. "The strongest!" he declared, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
Batman, clearly exasperated, intervened. "You can leave now," he said to Kurama. "I'll handle the matter relating to Ra's Al Ghul."
"No way!" Kurama protested, bouncing on his heels. "This is the most fun I've had since returning. Beats sitting around doing nothing."
Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. "You could go back to your bounty hunting. I'm sure there are a few requests pending."
Kurama waved his hand dismissively. "Naah, this is much more entertaining."
Damian, growing impatient, cut in. "So, what's our plan, father?"
Batman turned to his son. "'We' do not have any plan. You are to stay here while 'I' investigate."
Damian's face darkened. "I owe my grandfather a death. I will have my revenge, with or without you."
"We don't kill," Batman stated firmly.
"'You' don't kill," Damian retorted. "I was trained by the League of Assassins. I was trained to kill."
Batman's voice grew stern. "That makes you no different than the villains I fight."
"That makes me better than them!" Damian shot back. "Deathstroke killed my grandfather. He has to pay."
"Ra's was a madman," Batman replied, his patience wearing thin.
"He was a hero. He died a hero!" Damian exclaimed, his small fists clenching at his sides.
Kurama, who had been watching the exchange with interest, suddenly piped up. "Well, how about a bet?"
Batman turned to him suspiciously. "What kind of bet?"
"The boy will fight me," Kurama explained, his cerulean eyes gleaming. "If he can defeat me, I'll assist him with his vendetta."
As Batman opened his mouth to argue, Kurama quickly added, "If he loses, he will do what you say. I'll personally make sure of thar"
Damian's eyes lit up. "That seems fair enough to me," he said confidently, clearly underestimating the blonde man before him.
"So, how about it?" Kurama pressed, looking between father and son.
The cave fell silent as Batman contemplated the offer. His eyes narrowed as he studied Kurama, recalling their first encounter. While the blonde's current demeanor seemed harmless, it did not fool Batman. He knew Kurama was every bit as terrifying and powerful as he had witnessed in the fight against Darksied. Batman knew there was no way Damian could possibly defeat him, but, on the off chance that he did win, Batman believed Kurama to be skilled enough to keep his son safe and if his son lost then he won't have to worry about Damian going behind his back to do something stupid, It was a win-win situation for him.
Having weighed the pros and cons, Batman nodded. "Ok," he agreed reluctantly. "But no killing," he added firmly.
"Alright!" Kurama exclaimed, already heading towards the cave's exit. "We shall fight tomorrow morning," he called over his shoulder, on his way to pester Alfred for some food.
As Kurama's footsteps faded, the cave was left in a tense silence, with Batman and Damian eyeing each other warily, both wondering what the morning would bring.
Thoughts?