The Jazz Fusion

Chapter LXIII: ~The Golden Bonnie Invasion Part III~

Bruce Wayne coughs while strapped to a seat.

"Comfortable, Batman?" asked Superior Darth Vader.

Bruce silently stared at Vader. "Y'know... I've watched you. I've seen how dangerous you are. You see, on my Earth, you're a myth... From a film series, we called Star Wars.
Peter made me watch each of them. They were alright. I ended up watching even the Television Series.
Even the alternate versions on Earth-Grimm.
And I know how bad you want it..."

"What are you spewing about?"

"Your lust for power is your downfall, Anakin Skywalker."

He clenched his fists upon hearing that name and turned his head slightly to look at Bruce.

"You think the good people out there are holding you back? No... It's your lust for victory... power... Your fear of dying.
You and I are the same.
We both adopted the dark.
The only difference is that I don't fear death. But I do love beating my enemies to submission. It feels right... when I hurt them. When I humiliate them and show that they're weaker than me. Because they deserve it."

*KSSSH!!!!*

*Vrum!*

Superior Darth Vader points his red lightsaber at Bruce's neck. "I still haven't forgotten how you've defeated me."

"Sore spot, isn't it? I know how you let that poison fester in that little head of yours. You want a proper battle where you beat me. That's why you didn't strip away my gadgets or my armors... You want a proper battle. My mistake with Stefan is that I didn't make a strong enough alloy to encase those Knuckles... I won't make the same mistake again, Vader."

"You truly think that I'm afraid of you, then you truly are troubled, Bruce Wayne."

He tries Force-Choking Bruce.

"Ah, yes... You have a device that places some sort of Forcefield around your body... You would make a fine Mandalorian... Or even... an Inquisitor if you wish.
We have been experimenting, and we've learned how to give worthy people Midi-chlorians. You are worthy, Batman."

"Not interested," smirked Bruce.

"Vigilante scum," said Superior Darth Vader.

"Child-killing genocidal public sociopath."

"Now, now, Vader... Let's not get too hasty!"

Darkiplier enters the room. "Hello, there... Bruce Wayne, was it? Hello! Greetings!"

Bruce squints his eyes. "I've heard of you from the Illuminati's files. You're The Entity the Jazz Fusion had been finding."

"How'd you know? You didn't even know what I look like!"

"Section 12. Chapter 13. The Entity has a knack of twitching in a way where he crashes the atoms around him because he is incompatible with the atoms of the 3rd World."

Darkiplier, is in fact, twitching like a video game character that's glitching. "Fascinating. You're right, Vader. This one is indeed useful."

"You're three people in a body, aren't you?" asked Bruce. "I take it you've been betrayed."

"How did you-?"

"You're moving as if you're arguing with yourself. And I take it that there's a third person who decides who to listen to. That would be the true Entity, right?
Also, your neck looks broken... Did you fall down a flight of stairs or some shit? That isn't your body, is it?"

"Fascinating... You truly are fascinating... What else can you do?"

"This." Bruce breaks free. His watch is revealed to be a mini-repulsor cannon with a very small Arc Reactor.