Injustice 3: Rise of the Supervillians (Book 1)

Chapter 23: Chaos in the Batcave

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Harleen:
Drawing a thick, curly mustache on the picture of the man, I turn to Catwoman.

"Hey Cat," I chuckle, capping the marker before putting it in my pocket. "Look at this! What do you think of him now? Not so tough anymore, are you Senor Sunglasses!"

"Yeah, really funny," Selena says, her arms still crossed and her foot still tapping. "Come on Harleen! Enough with the doodle! Let's just get what the guy want and get the heck out of here. I don't like begin here. Especially now."

Peeking over the rock we were hiding behind, Cat and I saw all the Regime soldiers and Brainiac bots walking all overs, patrolling and protecting some dorky nerds. For some weird reasons, they all seem focus on the computers in front of them, all of their eyes glues to what look like footage of something. What exactly I had no idea and quite frankly, couldn't care less.

"This is going to be tough," Selena says, dropping back down. "I have no idea how we're going to do this. With all those soldiers and bots, we'll be dead if we have to fight all of them."

"Don't suppose these new suits Senor Sunglasses give us will help, do you," Harleen asks, pulling at the suit a little before snapping back into place.

"Maybe but I rather not try. I don't trust that man. Something about him just make me feel uncomfortable."

"Yeah, like what's with the sunglasses? That's a really lousy mask."

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"Oh yeah," I say, crossing my arms. "Well screw you too."

"What," Kara asks, entering the dojo with me.

"Oh nothing," I reply, shaking my head. "Here's the vaccine for the gas trap. Might want to take it now. You know, before you go unconscious like everyone else."

Looking around for a bit, I lower my voice.

"Stupid clown."

Catwoman:
"Hey look over there," I whisper, pointing toward the Batcave's generators. "It's the generators, only there's a lot more than I remember."

"Superman must have added them when he took over the old hub," Harleen says, peeking over the rock at the large, metal cylinder crackling with electricity. "Wow. Almost a dozen more than before."

"Yeah," I say, still eyeing the generators. "Hmm. That give me an idea. Harleen, don't suppose you brought with you some explosion?"

"Always," Harleen says, pulling from her pocket some sticks of TNT, long, bright-orange, and a short fuse sticking out of it. "Got a plan?"

"Yeah maybe. Assuming I can somehow get over to the generators and set it off without killing me or anyone in the process."

"Well that's really comforting," Harleen say. "Why not just save everyone some times and set the dynamite off now? From where we are right now, I think we can knock out a few lights, scare some scientists, and maybe even block this entrance to the cave. Course, there are a few more so it wouldn't really matter. On the bright side at least-"

Before Harleen could finish whatever she was about to say, something drop right down onto her, hitting me and knocking me a few feet away.

"What the," I say, looking up to see Manbat standing on top of Harleen, his body outline with lines and lines of shining Brainiac's wires. Spreading his giant-brown wings, he turn his head and scream, his shriek echoing throughout the cave and drawing a lot of attention.

A batarang grappling onto a support beam in the ceiling, Batman then swing into the air before dropping in front of me.

"Batman," I scream, bringing out my whip.

"And Manbat," Harleen groan from underneath Manbat's foot. "Don't forget Manbat."

"Yeah, I haven't."

Charging toward me, Batman toss on the ground a smoke pellet that's blanket the area. Coughing and trying to wave the smoke away, Batman leg sweep me before tackling me onto a lower level of the cave. Rolling around for a bit, I manage to kick him off. Stumbling back and letting me get back to my feet, I crack my whip.

"Bruce," I say, meeting Batman's purple eyes. "I'm sorry."

Harleen:
Trying to hold down a puke, I grab from my back pocket my revolver and aim it at Manbat. Firing a few stray bullets, it startle Manbat enough that he stumble back and got off my head.

"Hey Kirk," I say, shaking my head to try and readjust my hairs. "Long time no see. Not that I'm complaining. You always did smell worst than your looks."

Apparently somehow hearing my mean joke, Manbat shriek once more, bending his whole back as he face the ceiling. Facing me now, his mouth drooling with some brown stuffs, he leap into the air and rocket toward me.

Running toward him, I jump and cling onto his wings. Steering him around for a bit, I manage to guide him onto a lower levels in the cave.

"Hey Selina," I yell as Kirk and I past her on the way down. "I'll see you later."

Dropping onto a bridge, I jump off Kirk as he hit the ground, dual revolvers in hands ready to go.

"Let's go Ugly! You versus me!"

Unleashing a hailstorm of bullets, Kirk manage to block most of it with his wings but not enough that he couldn't stand his ground! Stepping back, I sheathe my revolvers and brought out my giant, massive hammer, running to Kirk and jumping into the air. Bringing the hammer high above my head, I was just about to knock some sense into the big bat when he literally puke something sticky and brown at me!

Screaming as I drop to the ground, I look to see my arm stuck to the bridge, the brown stuffs like glue. Only smelling a thousand times worst.

"Oh man," I say, cover my nose and mouth. "I do not want to eat this."

Struggling to get free, Kirk crawl to me and grab me my legs! Despite pulling me free of the glue, he pick me up and toss me into the railing, the railings bending as I hit it. Leaping into the air, I roll away in time to see Kirk destroy the railings like it was made of cardboard.

Stepping back to try and get some distance between us, Kirk lunge forward and clear it all, punching and knocking me a few feet into the air. Managing to land on my hands and rolling back onto my feet, I pull from my pocket one of my revolver and my knife.

Firing while running, I shoulder charge into Kirk while he was blocking.

Catwoman:
Dropping onto the ground, I manage to dodge a barrage of batarangs from Brainiac Batman. Sticking to the wall, I look back up at Bruce.

"Come on Bruce," I yell, stepping back. "Snap out of it! It's me! Selina! Don't you remember!"

Staying his usually silent self, only creepier, Batman pull from his belts some more batarangs, the tip of them looking really to pierce me. Thinking fast, I swing my whip and manage to wrap it around his hand! Pulling with all my might, I force the batarangs out of hand and made Batman stumble forward a bit! Running toward him, I punch him across the face and then spin-kick him in the chest.

Spinning around after kicking him, Batman actually use the momentum to punch me back and send me back a few steps. Moaning while holding my cheek, I look around for a bit.

"He's stronger than before," I whisper to myself, a blurry Batman slowly walking toward me. "I can't take him on in hands-to-hands. There's gotten be something else. Something else."

Remembering the stick of dynamite Harleen gave me, I then look over at the dozen generators.

"Well," I say, bringing out the dynamite. "This is going to cost me a lives."