Fight of the Monsters. Dracula vs Werwolf Batman Phase 1. (From the Point of View of Dracula)

Dracula just stood there and waited to see how his opponent slowly transformed. He had to admit that Bruce had turned into an impressive werewolf. Around him the wolves started to change as well, right between the humans who had come to watch. While some people seemed panicky, the werewolves were completely calm after the transformation and growled angrily at Dracula. But none of the wolves dared to engage in this battle. Bruce must have told them to stay out of the fight. Dracula didn't remember Bruce so powerfully. He outdid even the biggest of his kind by one head at least and his deep black fur was unique in the pack. Compared to Dracula this difference was even bigger.

Dracula watched unimpressed as Bruce stood up and rose to full height and then howled at the moon. In seconds the forest echoed again with dozens of werewolves who joined in his call.

Exaggeratedly representational, Dracula rubbed his ear after the wolves were done and rolled his eyes.

"Do I have to throw a stick or what?" he asked and grinned. His eyes filled with blood until they were completely red and began to glow. Dracula had almost forgotten what this power felt like.

He changed his position a little bit and looked up while stretching his arms away. "Let us begin!" he said as he closed his eyes. He would now prove to Bruce how little damage he could do!

He opened his eyes again at the exact moment Bruce started to move. For a creature this size, he moved surprisingly fast. For... a human. For Dracula, he moved more like slow motion. He saw Bruce swing out with a claw and that claw ripped his armor to shreds. The second attack was with the flat of his hand and hit him right in the chest. Dracula didn't even make a move to fend off the blow or soften it. He got the full force of it and was hurled backwards. But such forces were now completely worthless against him.

He just stopped in mid-air and grabbed the armor to rip it from his chest in one jerk. Underneath, one could see his chest, which had been crushed by the force of the blow. Dracula concentrated on the blood in his body and directed it into his chest. He could feel the bone splinters shift and the bones rejoin. The internal organs were even easier to heal. Slowly he slid to the ground and when his feet touched the ground the wounds were completely healed. Amused, he looked at Bruce who had broken off his attack and released the buckle of his cape. Now he stood only in his leather pants and war boots in front of him. Even in this situation he could hear unbelieving amazement from the visitors who were looking at his breathtaking body.

Slowly Dracula walked towards Bruce and his grin was no longer polite but radiated an arrogance that was expected from a being like him. But of course, Bruce didn't let such things upset him and attacked again. Three quick blows tore the flesh of Dracula to shreds. Over his entire chest were now 8 deep cuts and his face was also torn to shreds. Dracula staggered back through the force of the blows and felt blood running down his face. He also fell on his face so that he could not see anything anymore. One of the claws had shredded his eyes and torn off his nose.

" FULL HIT!" Harley roared and cheered deer. "Even a vampire can't bear such wounds!"

Dracula sighed sadly and let his head hang. With a slurred voice, as his lips were also cracked, he said sighing.

"How little they know."

Then he concentrated his blood on healing again and could feel his eyeballs growing and the nerves of the eyes reconnecting. His perception returned, and he could see Bruce looking at him and his eyes looked amazed as the wounds healed. Then he followed Bruce's gaze upwards, probably looking at Talia, whose wounds still hadn't healed.

"I beg you," Dracula sighed and waved his hand theatrically in the air. "Do not put me on the same level as my brides. I give each of my brides only a fraction of my power."

He had to admit that the reaction of the Wolf King inspired him. Instead of fear or insecurity he still saw unrestrained competition and the will to win. He leapt forward again but this time Dracula decided not to take the blow. The way he used the blood in his body he could create different effects. He smiled as the movement of Bruce slowed down until he stopped moving and stood frozen in front of him. The claw of his right hand was only a blink of an eye away from his heart. Apparently, Bruce was about to rip his heart out with a direct attack. He just stepped aside and walked a few meters further and leaned against a tree. It wasn't that he had frozen time, he didn't possess such power, but he could become VERY fast. For a moment he had to think of this red racer. Amused, he wondered if this strange clown was faster than him. He watched amusedly how Bruce's claw fell into the void and he immediately started to look around where his enemy was. Of course, it didn't take long until he found him leaning against the tree.

"I told you it would be different this time, Batman!" he laughed amused and looked at his fingernails as he made this statement. "Shall we continue?"

At the same moment he stood directly in front of Bruce and looked at the huge werewolf right in front of him. He hadn't even realized that Dracula was right in striking distance. Dracula swung out with his right hand and struck. His fist penetrated directly through his abdominal cavity and looked out again on the back of the wolf. Then he backed off again and sat down on a stone and crossed his legs. He watched as Bruce sank to his knees in complete surprise and looked at the hole in his stomach. Of course, this wound was not fatal for a werewolf, but even Bruce would now realize that this fight was anything but fair. His opponent slowly sank to his knees as blood flowed over his fur. Of course, the healing had begun long ago, and Dracula watched in awe as threads of flesh and muscles formed in the hole like a spider. The threads shot through the hole faster and faster until it was completely healed, and Bruce rose. His chest rose and sank very quickly, a sign that this wound had left an impression. However, this condition did not last very long.

"And now I will show you why they called me Dracul," said Dracula, raising one fist. Bluish flames enveloped the fist as he silently began to recite words.

"GET AWAY ALL. FAST!" Bruce suddenly roared, and the wolves of his pack grabbed as many humans as they could carry to run away. Ivy, on the other hand, rammed her claws into the ground and made huge roots burst out of the ground.

"Ridiculous!" Dracula thought as he released the spell. A huge shock wave spread from his position, sweeping away trees, roots and cars. When the dust cleared, Dracula had cleared the jungle within 200 yards. But something unexpected had happened. The humans and werewolves had thrown themselves on the ground for fear of the energy field. However, each of them had been protected by a skeleton hand. Dracula looked furiously at his castle where Zatanna stood and looked down at him furiously. Her hands were still steaming from the spell she had just cast. Arrogant and contemptuous, she looked down at him, grinning broadly while the other two brides looked at her angrily.

Even Bruce was protected by such a shield and so Dracula had not reached more than clearing the forest.

"It looks like you are losing control over your slaves, huh?" Bruce growled as he came out from behind the skeleton fist and made Dracula even more upset.

"I'll deal with that later." He growled and then bent forward to kneel on all fours. This strange attitude seemed to confuse his opponent as Bruce didn't go directly but into a defensive stance.

Then his transformation began. The humans and wolves could see Dracula transform into blood and turn into a puddle of blood 50 meters in diameter. Slowly the blood began to boil and threw huge bubbles that burst at the surface. Then a claw broke out of the blood lake and drilled deep into the ground. The claw was huge and full of scales. When the second claw appeared, a reptile-like head slowly rose from the lake. Immediately a complete silence settled over the battlefield.

Dracula rose from the blood lake and had completed his physical transformation. He looked down on Batman from far above who had to stretch out his head to look at him. Dracula had fought this dragon-like monster some time ago and had enjoyed this fight very much. That had given him this idea. He spread his wings and stretched out while his tail beat back and forth like a whip. In this shape he was much bigger than the dragon and would devour Bruce in a bite, but something started to irritate him. No matter how fearless Bruce might be and that his transformation into a dragon would not frighten him he had assumed, but this attitude of his was more than just pure fearlessness.

With a claw Batman pointed upwards and Dracula followed this hint. His eyes could clearly see the strange floating city between the stars, but he had no idea what it meant.

At the same moment in Watchtower.

J'onn stood at the control station of Watchtower and followed the battle in Gotham like everyone else. Suddenly, the lights of the bridge turned a pulsating red as his console changed to the Fusion Cannon's targeting system.

"What's going on?" the Martian asked Cyborg, who asked him the same question at the same moment. "We must find out what's going on!"

Both tried to regain control of the main weapon as fast as they could, but all their attempts failed. Slowly more heroes came on the bridge and asked what was going on.

"Someone has hacked our computers. The fusion cannon has been activated and is locked on a target! We still have 60 seconds until it fires!" Cyborg replied while trying to bypass the computer's firewalls. But just as he was about to do so, the console was powered up, forcing Cyborg to his knees.

"Then do it the hard way!" J'onn shouted and flew to the main console. While his hands were changing phase, he reached directly into the terminal and tried to rip out the motherboard. But he was one second too late. The most powerful weapon of Watchtower had already fired.

Dracula narrowed his eyes when he saw a bright light at the strange city that was growing bigger and bigger. Then he realized that this light must have been attack and tried to move aside, but his new body was too big to move fast. The beam of light hit 75% of his body and Dracula howled in pain. Whatever that light was, it burned like the fires of hell. The pain was overwhelming, and he could feel his body dissolving in an infinite heat. The pain that gripped his body was so intense that it was hard for him to think clearly. He fell to the ground and hissed and howled in pain and rage. Almost his entire dragon body had been vaporized by this attack and the ground behind him had turned into a seething mass of molten stone.

His reptilian eye caught Bruce and for the first time he felt sheer hatred for this man. He would rip him apart in midair.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" he roared angrily and growled angrily. This healing would cost a hell of a lot of his power and so he decided to transform himself into a human body again. It took him almost 10 minutes to regenerate and he straightened up growling. His face had become an angry grimace of hate as he hissed like a wild animal. Inside, he was fighting the beast, but he was struggling to bring it down. He slowly rose again and clenched his fists.

"Time to die."

What now followed was a real bloodbath. He stormed towards Bruce, who had given him the time to regenerate without attacking. Apparently, he just wanted to humiliate him with this light. But he would regret that now.

The first attack separated his left arm from his body while his second attack cut off his foot right at his knee. He didn't give Bruce a chance in this fight and began to tear him apart piece by piece. Even now Batman tried to fight back but could not do anything against this overwhelming power. Finally, he grabbed his head and lifted it to throw it away contemptuously, then he turned to the humans and shouted.

"Look at your hero! It's over!"

But exactly in this moment he did not notice what was going on behind him.

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