Warzone Gotham. Batman vs Talia. (Story Chapter, no Sex)

The next Chapter of the Long-Story Experiment. This time it is only Worldbuilding and Storytelling, No Brainwashing or Mind Control or Sex. Sorry Please feel free to make comments as usual

When Bruce headed for the living room, Alfred was already waiting for him. Dick and Kori were already on their way back and so the 2 of them were alone. After a substantial dinner, he made his way to the cave to check on the storage of the Bat-Wing. Even in his new state, he was still the conscientious, over-cautious planner he had always been. Therefore, he went through the flier's checklist with Alfred. The transport hadn't hurt him, and he was ready to go right away.

"Will you continue on patrol, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred when he was finished.

"I think so, yes. I have to make sure Gotham is as quiet as possible. Besides, it's the best way for me to concentrate. I might even find some inspiration." He sighed noticeably.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, Master Wayne?" he asked sympathetically.

"No, Alfred. Not at the moment, no. I have to wait for new instructions. Right now, all I know is that I need peace and silence in the city." He said seriously and put on his suit. He was about to pull his hood over his face when the alarm systems were activated.

They both looked at the monitor and Alfred smiled as he handed Bruce a cup of tea. "Another cup of tea before you leave, sir?" asked Alfred and Bruce took the cup as he passed and emptied it on his way to the Bat-Mobile. When he had got in he looked at Alfred and handed the cup back to him.

"Thank you, Alfred." He nodded and activated the vehicle's afterburner. With a thunderous roar, the vehicle flew through the waterfall that hid the driveway. When he had solid ground under his wheels again, Bruce pushed the lever for the thrusters forward as far as it would go. With a screeching roar, the vehicle seemed to rear up and thundered through the forest. After a mile, he had reached the road and could already see the lights of Gotham flashing before him. High in the sky, the Bat-Signal was clearly visible in the sky.

"Do we have any information yet, Alfred?" he asked over the radio, having to slow down a bit to avoid flying off course, but he knew the route like the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any information on a current crisis."

"Thank you. Bat-girl? You got anything?" he asked as he joined Barbara.

"Yeah, I'm on it already, Batman. A bank robbery. Second National Bank. The police are there but apparently the thieves have heavy weapons."

"Roger that, on my way." Said Bruce, changing direction. Bank robberies. In the past he would have taken them much more seriously, but today it was more of an annoying interruption. However, it was at least good to show the city that he was still around. If he hid in the cave too long to prepare his plans, the crime rate would rise. It was Always like that.

"Barbara?" he asked, and almost at the same moment a holographic view of the bank and surrounding buildings appeared to his right.

"Something you wanted to say, boss?" he heard her voice over the radio, and Bruce allowed himself a brief grin. Even with her new conditioning, she was still more or less the same.

"No. Not really." He simply replied and shut down the vehicle's booster. It was almost as if he had slammed on the brakes when the rocket boost went away. In keeping with his preferences, Barbara had already marked a nearby spot where he could park the car. Shortly after, he was already on a rooftop, next to the bank, looking down the street. While the police had barricaded themselves behind their SWAT vehicles and squad cars, they were under heavy fire from inside the building. The damage to the vehicles indicated that Barbara was right. At least one SWAT vehicle was ablaze and the others looked more like Swiss cheese. Short but well-aimed bursts of fire kept coming from the bank's windows, only barely stopped by the vehicle armor.

Since Bruce had equipped the police for the most part, it was clear to him that the people inside had at least a 50 caliber rifle with them.

A low whirring sound was all that could be heard as a dark shadow flew toward the building. With an elegant flying roll, Batman broke through the window into an office room and quickly rolled away in case anyone was here. Slowly he straightened up and looked around.

"I'm in. Barbara. Are you ready?" he asked quietly, switching to the suit's built-in throat microphone.

"Of course. The elevator to your right is the best option. Leads directly to the ventilation system. From there, you can do your thing." He heard her focused voice. Following her recommendation, he went to the elevator door and pulled it open with brute ****. A quick look down showed him that the elevator was not downstairs, but far above him. This actually played into his hands. Carefully and as quietly as possible, he let himself down on the ropes.

When he reached the bottom, he opened the hatches that led into the ventilation shaft. These things were not built for a man of his stature, of course, and yet he had practice at it. The gunfire slowly grew louder as he approached the main room.

"Sorry Bruce. They're not as dumb as they look. They shot up the cameras. Sorry I cannot give you any info. But according to the police radio, they've identified at least nine people."

"Understood. I'll take care of it. I'll be quiet for now." He growled, fingering his weapons supplies and equipment. Using a small cordless screwdriver, he quietly loosened the fasteners on the vents and quietly pushed them aside. Silently he slid down the wall and then took cover behind a table to have an overview. A quick glance was all he needed to grasp the situation. Five people were standing at the windows. 5 were walking up and down the room to play guards for the 4 hostages. A few more were in the vault chamber, judging by the noises.

Quick as a flash, he darted back and forth between the various coverages, watching the people. From experience, he knew when and how to strike. He had learned to read the systems and movement patterns of such people like a book. Motionless, he lurked behind a pillar in the bank and slowly counted down from 10. When he reached 0, he swung out from behind the column and his hands shot into the dark. Right in front of him was one of the guards who didn't even have time to make a sound before Batman grabbed him and pulled him behind the column. There the completely confused man was held in a stranglehold until he passed out.

After putting him down and tying him up with a cable tie, he reached into his pocket and pulled out four Baterangs in each hand. Briefly, he closed his eyes and visualized the room. Mentally he sketched the whole room and took a deep breath. Not an easy throw. For most, it was even impossible. But not for Batman.

In one fluid motion, he whirled out from behind the pillar and launched all 8 projectiles at once. The first projectile had not yet reached the target when he took cover behind a counter again. Nobody had noticed this movement and seconds later all 8 projectiles hit the target. With a soft bang, all the lights inside went out and only the police floodlights from outside illuminated the room.

"Now!" he breathed softly, preparing himself.

He hadn't really finished the word when the lights went out outside as Barbara disabled the police systems. Now it was completely dark. Only now did the bank robbers begin to wake up from their state of shock. But it was almost too late. Batman had already jumped out of cover and was running towards the first one. In the darkness it was impossible for the guys to see anything and with a quick jump kick he had caught the first one before they realized what was going on. Taking advantage of the movement of the kick, he hurried to the next guard. A quick right-left combination was enough to send this guy to the realm of dreams as well.

"BATMAN IS HERE!" someone now shouted, sealing his fate. The sound had told Batman exactly where he was, so he fired a grappling gun from a crouch. The projectile shot past the man with a low whirring sound and bored into a table behind him. Batman quickly turned over his shoulder and pulled on the rope with all his might. The **** was enough to hurl the entire desk into the screamer who went down with a crash.

Two more explosive Baterangs were enough to knock out the normal guards. The people at the windows, however, were a bigger problem. Massive armor made the use of Baterangs pointless and two of them were now aiming their weapons at the interior of the room.

A millisecond was enough for Bruce to reassess the situation. The hostages were to his left behind him. The 2 people would be the first to shoot at Batman. That left him with only one option. He sprang up and ran to the right. The roar of the two machine guns howled in the room and as expected, the two tried to kill Batman. The guns followed his movement and behind him tables, glasses and computers were torn to shreds. His suit would be able to stop one or two of these bullets, but each hit would slow him down and cause injuries. On the run, he reloaded the grappling gun and fired it at an area on the second floor. A button press later, he was catapulted into the air by the winch and swung around a marble column. Taking advantage of the momentum, he landed right between the two. Now their bulky M-60 machine guns were a formidable disadvantage to the two. With quick strikes against the weak points of the armor it was enough to knock the 2 out.

The .50 caliber, however, was still active and was in the process of turning around. The man was wearing some kind of exoskeleton to which the heavy machine gun was attached. A normal man could not possibly have delivered a burst of fire from this weapon with his bare hands, but with this construction it was possible for him to operate a normally vehicle-mounted weapon with his free hand as if it were a light machine gun.

"Now!" he said, and immediately Barbara activated the flag lights again. For a split second, the two robbers were confused by the suddenly changing light show, which Batman exploited mercilessly. From his crouch, he threw several small metal balls in the direction of the two. They were well aimed and rolled around between the bandits before emitting an extremely powerful electrical charge. Each bullet targeted the next bullet, creating a moving taser network that took out all the guards simultaneously.

The whole fight out here had lasted less than 30 seconds and so Batman calmly walked towards the safe. The terrified hostages were still completely confused as to what had just happened and now saw only the massive, grim figure of Batman gliding past them. His body hidden under the black cloak he was not much more than a shadowy figure from every being's nightmares.

"What the hell is going on out here you idiots?" asked one of the safecrackers who had just come into the main room to see what was going on. Batman didn't even slow down as he just beat him senseless. Finishing off the two people inside the vault chamber went even faster. Once he had them all over, he stepped back into the main room and fired the grappling gun straight up. As quickly and quietly as he had come, as quickly and eerily he had disappeared, throwing a ball of smoke. None of the hostages had seen the rope and could only see Batman flying upward out of a puff of smoke, as if gravity had no effect on him.

This impressive flight only lasted a few seconds as it only went up to the 3rd floor. From there he simply took the staircase and ran up it until he arrived at the window through which he had entered the building.

"Situation under control." He said as he watched from above as the SWAT teams entered the building.

"Confirm Batman. Police are giving the all clear right now." He heard Barbara say and slowly rose. A successful mission, indeed. Unfortunately, they were small fry for him and nothing that would help him in his larger plan. "What's the rest of the plan?"

"Find Ivy." He said, and then he suddenly remembered that there was something else he should do. Maybe it was good if he sent his collected documents to his masters. The question was. How do you send something to someone you don't even know who it is, or where this person or these persons were. But he had to prove his worth to them.

He began to think hard until he shook his head in amusement. Contrary to all claims, Bruce was perfectly capable of understanding or feeling humor, he just let it happen less often. Here sat the world-famous detective, pondering how he could possibly reach them, and yet... it was so simple.

He reached to his belt and pulled out a small folding cell phone. He had, after all, saved a new number after he had been activated.

"Barbara. I need access to the computer. I want to download a file." He said as he got into the car and the roof slowly closed over him. From here he would be able to download and send the data safely. All he had to do was connect the cell phone to the car and that way he was able to do it without leaving any telltale traces.

"I can just send them to you," he said.

"Thanks, but I need the connection please, so please unlock the computer. I need remote access NOW."

Shortly after, he had downloaded the entire file to the phone on Spellbinder. Unfortunately, it was too large to send just like that, so he simply sent a question about how to transmit important data.

It took him a minute to get a reply. It simply consisted of a Dropbox account and a password. Without even a second's hesitation, he uploaded everything.

"Bruce. Is everything okay with you?" the voice of Barbara in his ear snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Why do you ask?" he said a little reluctantly, since he was so nicely lost in the emotion.

"The suit's vital monitors show an elevated pulse. That's why I'm asking?" she replied anxiously and Bruce rolled his eyes and then looked at his suit. He could clearly feel it getting tight in his pants. It was that intoxicating feeling of serving, of counteracting his nature and pleasing that set his body abuzz. Grinning broadly, he tuned the radio so that only she could hear him.

"It's all good. I was just thinking of something kinky." He said simply and immediately felt Barbara's voice change.

"Kinky?" she breathed in a slightly quivering voice. "As in... getting horny?"

"That's exactly what I meant." He said, wondering what the effect on her was.

"If you're going to get.... Oh, crap... That'll have to wait. I've got something here you'll like." Said she regretfully. "Well... that you'll like ALSO. Too bad."

"Get to the point." He told her, feeling the same way she did. It was a shame, but he probably needed to focus his thoughts on the matter at hand.

"Talia just entered Gotham like that!" she finally said.

"Fuck!" it escaped him and immediately Barbara countered. "Unfortunately, no! Would be much more pleasant than Talia. Or do you want to fuck her too like you do Kori?"

"I'm afraid she's not going to play along with that." He sighed and set the car in motion. "Where do I have to go?" he asked with a heavy heart. Talia meant massive trouble. But why was she here? Raz had promised not to bother him any longer, after all.

While following Barbara's route toward the harbor, he dialed a very specific phone number. One he hoped he would never have to dial again.

"What an unexpected pleasure, Bruce. To what do I owe this honor?" he heard the cold, calculating, yet charismatic voice of one of his worst enemies. One of the few men Batman actually feared.

"Raz al Ghul. What is your daughter doing here in my city?" he asked in his deepest voice.

"Talia is in Gotham?" the powerful leader of the League of Assassins replied. "So that's where she hangs out."

"We had a deal Raz!" he finally growled. "You gave me your word that you would take Gotham..."

"I know exactly what I promised you Bruce." Retorted Raz sternly. "And don't give me that voice. Do you really think you can impress me with that. I promised you that I would leave Gotham alone until you were no longer with us, and I am sticking to that. My daughter, however, does not agree with this arrangement."

"That means you've lost control of your own daughter?" he asked sarcastically.

"She's old enough to make her own decisions." He replied a little more calmly, which only made him appear more dangerous. Bruce realized that the last thing he needed now was for Raz to tear up his peace treaty and destroy Gotham again. He had both the resources and the man-power to accomplish just that.

"And what happens when I confront her?" he asked, a little less insultingly. Despite everything, Raz was a man one could definitely talk to.

"Then I'd say you have enough trouble staying alive. Gotham is your city. What you do there is your business. I'd threaten to rip your heart out if you killed her, but you won't actually do that. I warned Talia that I wouldn't help her if she made trouble in Gotham... Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"For now." Bruce answered him.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Bruce?" he asked very nicely, but of course not. That is why Bruce didn't answer any more and just hung up.

He didn't have much time to talk to him anyway since he was almost at the port. According to Barbara's information, Talia had been discovered on one of the piers. Slowly he got out of the car and then made his way to the next best rooftop to get an overview. In front of him was Gotham Harbor and he immediately saw what Barbara had meant.

"Barbara. Give me all the info you have on the Humans Power." He said as he examined the area through the binoculars.

"Mhm. Oh fuck. You're not going to like this, Bruce." She said and Bruce raised a brow. She actually sounded concerned. "The ship is owned by Lex Corp and was reported stolen a few days ago. According to Lex, it was boarded and stolen by pirates."

"Luthor!" growled Bruce, guessing why Talia had it in for this ship.

"Right. Of course, Lex didn't say anything about the cargo, but it was headed for Somalia."

"Where a war just broke out. Warlord Tuskansuam has led a coup against the government. Surely there were weapons on board for one side or the other." Sighed Bruce. "Talia is bringing his weapons to my city." He said and straightened up. "Inform the police. Have them bundle up the SWAT teams. I'll start cleaning up already." He said and ran off.

-I have to stop her from bringing the guns into the streets. It would massively shift the balance of power and lead to street fights of unimagined severity! - Bruce thought. Even without his brainwashing, he would never have allowed that to happen, only now the reason to stop it was different. If the situation were different, he wouldn't even care if Gotham went up in flames. With a quick swing of the rope gun, he swung himself along a loading crane and landed on the deck of the ship. -No guards. Let's take a look around-

Slowly, he crept across the deck and saw a few 20" containers still on the deck. But the ship had already been unloaded to a large extent. When he arrived at the railing he saw about 50 people further down. They all wore simple clothing like dock workers wear, but it was clear that none of them belonged. They were all trained fighters, Bruce saw that at first glance. Some of them carried rifles that looked quite futuristic. However, most of them were busy loading crates onto a truck. To the right, he saw one of the containers open. Inside was some kind of vehicle that his scanner could not identify. However, it was clearly some kind of prototype tank.

But before he could look around further, a section of the ship about 2 meters across apparently dissolved into a sea of fire and metal shards right next to him. A grenade had slammed the hull of the ship and triggered with a time delay right next to him. It took only a fraction of a second for a shock wave to engulf his body and send him spinning through the air like a plaything. His flight was only slowed down by one of the containers in an extremely painful way. Even though his ears were ringing he only now heard the sonic boom of this weapon.

"Bruce!!! BRUCE!!!" he heard a woman's voice from far away. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was Barbara. His whole body burned with pain and he saw that part of his armor had burn marks.

"There he is! Kill him!"

Blurry he saw some shadows coming towards him. Lights danced before his eyes and how they pointed something at him.

Instinct.

Training.

Muscle memory.

Iron will.

Never were those words more important in his life than in that one second. His body reacted like a machine. While his mind was still completely befuddled, he already jumped to his feet and hurled 2 Baterangs in the direction of the enemies, releasing 2 smoke bombs at the same time. In one fluid motion, he spun on the spot and rolled off to the side. Where he had just been, armor-piercing shells tore the container to pieces. But the hail of fire did not last long as the projectiles hit the rifles and exploded there.

But just as Bruce came to a stop from the roll, he heard a strange crackling sound coming from the container. But before he realized what was going on, the entire container exploded, knocking Bruce off his feet. There was fire all around him and everything was burning. Again he was slammed against something hard and felt some bones in his body give way. He felt the copper taste on his lips as he spat out a gush of blood.

-Bad! Very bad-it flashed through his mind. His fighting strength was massively weakened. His fingers trembled and unable to stand up, he searched for a button on his belt. A thousand, no a hundred thousand times he had practiced looking for it... ad nauseam. And now, when it mattered, it was so hard for him to find it. But finally, he had found it. Immediately he felt a tiny needle jabbing into his neck and something splashing directly into his bloodstream.

What followed was even worse than the two impacts combined. His muscles seemed to tear as the Venom of Bane entered his bloodstream. It was a weakened and massively reworked version he had gotten from Lucius. An absolute emergency wild card.

He had never tested it before and now he deeply regretted that. He wasn't prepared for the pain like that. The suit started to stretch all over as his muscles began to grow. It was no comparison to what Bane was doing to himself, but the pain was already greater than anything he had ever endured. Even his pupils seemed to be on fire!

Then he could not take it any longer. The pain was just too great.

Angrily he rammed both fists on the ship's steel and saw how it had a slight dent. And then he screamed.

From anger that he had not seen this coming.

Of pain.

Of hatred that these worms dared to challenge Batman.

Angry, almost furious with rage, his head jerked around and stared at the eight soldiers who had just come onto the burning deck. They had planned to finish him off, but what they saw there made their blood run cold. The dark knight lurked against a wall like a shadow from the underworld and bloody eyes stared back at them greedily. The scream had shaken them to the core.

Bruce tensed his muscles and felt a wall at one of his feet. Perfect to push off. Like a bullet he sprang up and ran roaring straight at the guards. That they had weapons didn't matter to him. That their projectiles were probably capable of penetrating his armor no longer bothered him.

He was a blob of pure battle passion.

He heard the bullet whistle past him, but it did not slow him down in the least. With a mighty leap, he got right between them. Like a berserker he struck and felt the bones break under his blows. Here a jaw, there some ribs. One kick was enough to throw a grown man across the deck like a rubber ball.

This is how Superman had to feel.

Power!

Might!

PURE STRENGTH!

But he did not give in to this feeling. He knew full well that he could have killed any of them with just one punch, and yet he held back. Snarling, he finally stood in the midst of people who would be in stretch bandages for months. Angrily, he spat out another gush of blood and walked to the railing. There were at least forty more guys down there and he would teach them a lesson.

"THIS IS MY CITY!" he roared angrily as he stood at the railing, presenting a fearsome image. Flames blazed behind him, his cape billowing back and forth in the wind. But unfortunately, this image... this one time it was not enough. Because below stood someone who could not be so easily intimidated.

Talia al Ghul.

"Well Batman. She is mine now! Fire!" she said calmly. Even though 10 of her best men had just been overpowered she was not the least bit impressed. She smiled up at him and pointed her finger, hearing a mechanical whirring beside her.

Bruce, however, had no eyes for the dark-haired beauty in her skin-tight black suit. Even though she was an incredibly good looking woman and despite all the combat **** that were currently circulating in his blood. What he saw there overrode even the most powerful battle lust.

Right next to her was the battle tank he had just half seen. However, it was not a tank. Rather a kind of mechanical crab on 6 legs. These ended in a kind of tub like a tank, which must have given this thing superior mobility. But the worst part was what he saw on the tank's hull.

"FUCK!" it shot through his head as he turned on the spot and ran for his life. There was no way he could win this fight. Not against that firepower. Not injured this badly. He had covered about half the deck when it happened.

All that was heard was a low hiss as the tank vibrated violently. The main gun had fired. A projectile of just two kilos was fired at the ship. Bruce knew exactly what would happen now.

-Lex. I will kill you, asshole! Bringing a railgun to my city! - he thought as he ran. He himself had experimented with this technique and at least made it to 10 times the speed of sound, but supposedly Luthor was at twice that speed.

The projectile hit the hull of the ship, not even realizing that it had met resistance. The entry hole was less than a foot in diameter and perfectly circular. Even the internal structure was no obstacle for the projectile. Only when it hit another battle tank in a container that had not yet been unloaded did it begin to disintegrate. But by then it had already penetrated the tank on both sides.

Bruce was still on the ship, running for his life, knowing that he could very well die here.

Then he saw debris being torn from the hull of the ship on the opposite side. Then a jolt went through the ship. It crunched and creaked everywhere as bulkheads and girders bent or cracked. The kinetic energy of the projectile warped the entire ship. The deck itself rippled, flinging Bruce high into the air. Right over the railing on the ocean side.

Still in flight, he saw the damage the projectile had done as it exited. Half of the ship's hull was simply gone. The steel of the hull had been ripped open like a can opener and torn from the inside out. The hole was almost twenty meters in diameter. An incredible weapon of destruction. Even as Bruce prepared to hit the water, he watched as the ship was torn into two pieces in a massive explosion. It reared up only to burst under the weight of its own mass. The remaining ammunition and weapons on board caused violent secondary explosions. But that was all he could see. The impact robbed him of his senses for a short time, and the weight of his armor caused him to sink slowly into the depths.

Above him, he saw the ocean turn into a sea of fire. With his last strength he pulled a small pump from his belt and put it in his mouth. Immediately he felt new oxygen being pumped into his lungs and at least he would not drown. Not for the time being. But he still had to get out of here. Loosening the cape, he began to swim, trying to get away from the ship as quickly as possible. It was still possible that he would be hit by the sinking ship.

With all his last strength he reached the shore and dragged himself a few meters to the stony bank.

The last thing he saw was Talia standing in front of him with her foot on his back. As she did so, she smiled confidently and grinned.

"Stay out of this, Batman. Next time I won't let you live. I don't care what father promised you. This city is mine now and there's nothing you can do about it." he half heard and saw her gathering her people and just leaving him lying there.

There he collapsed and lost consciousness.