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

When the sun had set and the moon became visible off the horizon, the crowd of onlookers moved back when they noticed the small group of people nearby began to convulse and change. Watching in shock and horror the pedestrians and police cried out when those changing began to grow and swell larger with muscle, towering over people as they grew over 7 then 8 feet tall, their bodies becoming enveloped in a sheen of fur as their hands and feet sprouted vicious looking claws. Tails grew out of the base of their spines and their skulls shifted and creaked, going from something sapient to lupine with a final snarl or growl. The spiders and snakes were no different, their transformations leaving them to fall to their hands and knees as extra limbs sprouted from their hips or their existing legs merged to form a powerful tail. Diana watched on in self restrained horror as she witnessed these transformations, wondering if they were painful from all the cries they gave off. Looking over to Bruce, she found him transforming as well, no longer keeping his identity as the Dark Knight as he practically doubled in height, his feet and hands changing into razor sharp claws and a black lupine tail grew out behind him.

Howling out into the moonlight, the rest of the lycanthropes joined him, forcing almost everyone else to cover their ears from the haunting sound. Shaking his shoulders and snarling back at Dracula, Bruce had fully transformed into the Wolf King.

"Do I have to throw a stick or what?" Dracula asked and grinned. His eyes filled with blood until they were completely red and began to glow. Sneering back at the Count, Bruce’s ears darted back, and his lips curled to expose his fangs. Smirking back at the aggressive display, Dracula looked up while stretching his arms out. "Let us begin!" he said as he closed his eyes.

Like a cannonball, Bruce shot forward, his metric ton of raw strength propelling him forward faster than the crowd or even his wolves could react. Raising a claw, Bruce swiped with all the force he could muster, smashing apart Dracula’s breast plate into shards of metal, another sent him airborne with his puldrons flying off their leather straps. A third strike sent the vampire Count sailing back several meters, his bare chest shattered and bruised beyond recognition from the series of blows. Letting his rage guide him, the Wolf King slashed and pulverized the man, the sound of bones shattering from the blows while blood streaked and splayed out with each slash of his claws. With a final backhand, Bruce sent Dracula reeling, but to Bruce’s amazement, the man regained his footing easily, breathing in deeply and discarding the remains of his armor and cape. To everyone’s surprise, Dracula’s wounds had simply… vanished, almost as if they never occurred at all.

Smiling back with a smug grin, Dracula discarded the rest of his armor and cape, exposing his bare upper body to show what little damage he endured in the fight. Walking towards Bruce, he kept his smile. The Wolf King went in for another barrage of strikes, overwhelming the physically smaller opponent and slashing him again, not stopping until there was nothing left of the undead king but carved bloody chunks of meat. Like knives his claws slashed and cut apart Dracula’s chest, arms and face, forcing him down on his hands and knees while Bruce continued to strike.

“I’ve never SEEN him like this.” Gasped Aloe Vera, mesmerized as her Alpha pulverised Dracula to the ground, his stern lupine face betraying intense rage. “When I was… Ivy, he NEVER was like this with me.”

“I remember the last time he was this angry…” Hissed Barbara, scuttling close to the red wolfess as the others kept their ears open, listening. “When the Joker crippled me and kidnapped my father, I saw the same look in his eyes, next I heard the Joker was carted to Arkham in a stretcher.”

“Why had we never chosen HIM…” Whispered Harleen, the white wolfess watching as Bruce practically tore Dracula apart. “Mistah J NEVER fought for us like that…”

With a roar, Bruce slammed his fist down and pulverized Dracula’s head into a bloody paste. " FULL HIT!" Harley roared and cheered. "Even a vampire can't bear such wounds!" Thinking the fight was over, Bruce turned to rejoin his pack when he heard a slurred voice behind him.

"How little they know…" To everyone’s shock and horror, the mangled corpse of the no life king stood to his full height, his wounds melting off his flesh like wax and reforming to be fully healed, unscarred and fit. "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 answered, giving his three brides a quick glance to see that Talia’s wounds hadn’t even healed yet, even in the darkness. Charging towards the Count, Bruce make to claw out the vampire’s heart, only for the man to disappear in a haze of red mist. Darting his head and ears around to find his opponent, he was shocked to find Dracula right in front of him again, smiling a toothy grin.

"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?" Catching Bruce off guard, he gasped in pain when he felt Dracula’s fist easily punch through his chest, pulling his bloody fist out and making him collapse to his clawed hands and knees. Coughing up blood, Bruce looked down at his chest as the gaping wound rapidly healed, bathed in the moonlight accelerating his healing.

"And now I will show you why they called me Dracul," said Dracula, raising one fist. Bluish flames enveloped his 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.

The cold bluish flame between Dracula’s fingers intensified until it looked like an orb of solid plasma, then he simply snapped his fingers. A fiery shockwave expanded out, causing the trees and plant life to flash incinerate and explode with necrotic flames, causing the trees to explode and rain splintered wood everywhere. All of this was happening in a split second too fast for Bruce to get out of the way, or for his pack to carry anyone to safety from the explosion. Then he opened his eyes and found himself unharmed. Between him and the source of the explosion, Bruce found a massive skeletal hand glowing with an indigo light that had blocked the blast in front of him. Looking behind him he found a wall of the same massive boney structures protecting his pack and the pedestrians who witnessed the fight. Looking over to the brides, he found Zatanna lowering her hands after muttering an incantation, the constructs disappearing after she no longer willed them into being.

The remaining brides and Dracula glared at the betrayal, even as Zatanna looked back at Bruce with a knowing smile.

"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." Spreading his arms out, Dracula’s skin began to turn blood red, before he collapsed into a pool of blood that spread out into a small pond at the heart of the battlefield. Bubbling and churning, no one knew why he had done this… Until a massive reptilian claw freed itself from the pool and gripped the stone and earth. Bit by bit a massive red scaled dragon reared its horned head fro mthe blood pool and snorted a plume of smoke from its nostrils, pulling itself free and spreading its black leathery wings as far across as a football field of 100 meters and flapped them down, creating a gust of air that propelled the rest of its body free of the suddenly shrinking pool until it was gone and the massive dragon hovered overhead and bellowed a roar that sent everyone to their knees.

“A dragon?!” Gasped Black Canary, looking up at the monstrous beast her Count had taken form of as he flew overhead.

“It’s the form of Waylon Jones; the Killer Croc, Dracula tasted his blood after defeating him, now he can take his form as he pleases.” Answered Zatanna, looking up at the dragon roaring out and forming a ball of blue flame in its mouth, ready to bath the landscape in flames again.

“TRAITOR!” Hiss Talia, clutching her wounded arm as she and Black Canary glared at her. “You assisted the wolf; our love was about to WIN!”

“He’s YOUR love Talia, and even that I doubt.” Giving them both a look, the two shirked away at the indigo lights in her eyes. “Besides, Dracula said that Bruce may call on any of his allies once the sun dusked, I’m repaying him for what he and Diana did for me.”

“That ring has made you soft, WEAK!” Hissed Dinah, glaring at the magician with contempt until Zatanna brandished the indigo lantern ring for the two to see. “Perhaps you want me to take it off then? Remember what I become BEFORE?”

Going silent, Talia clutched at her wounded arm, too shaken by what she had seen when Zatanna had become psychotic and soulless. She flinched when the woman reached out and gently held Talia’s wounded arm, becoming surprised when the indigo light spread out from her hand to over her arm, her wounds disappearing. “You have my pity Talia, for so long you and your father considered compassion to be weak… It is more powerful than you will ever understand.”

Pulling away from Zatanna’s grip, Talia found all her injuries gone, her strength returned. “It does not matter! The wolf is dead, our love has already…” Distracted by a bright light overhead, the three brides looked up to what they thought was a false sun rising. Confused, they looked down to the battlefield to find the Wolf King holding up the former gauntlet to his armor he grew out of, the chunk of armor tiny in his massive claws as he pressed his clawed finger over a button. The moment he did, a column of light shot down and pierced through Dracula. Molten heat blasted down and obliterated almost three quarters of his body in searing heat that turned the ground and earth into red molten glass. Seeing what remained of Dracula pull himself free of the smoldering crater, Zatanna smiled.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" Roared the dragon’s mouth, its mass retracting back and reforming into a gasping human body, struggling to his feet and losing his balance. For the first time in the fight, Dracula looked enraged beyond reason, his eyes blood red and his fangs brandished in a grimace of hate.

Raising his claws in a fist, Bruce made himself ready for the fight to come.

"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.