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Blade carefully gathered everything Cyborg had crafted: the new gloves laced with kryptonite, the small green bullet magazines, and then made his way to his room with slow steps and a mischievous smirk painted on his face, as his mind began plotting the next move.
He entered the room, closed the door behind him with a soft thud, then sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched his arms forward, slipping on the gloves one by one, muttering to himself in a mocking tone:
"Superman… Man of Steel, you've got the power… but I've got the weakness that breaks you. Time to play, Son of Krypton."
Suddenly, he stood up, rechecking every piece—bullet by bullet, capsule by capsule—in preparation for the looming encounter.
But suddenly… the windowpane shook violently!
A bright blue light streaked across the sky like lightning, followed by the faint sound of an explosion in the distance. Blade rushed to the window and looked up quickly…
There it was—Superman's silhouette soaring across the sky near the Titans' headquarters… circling slowly like a hawk searching for its prey.
Blade's grin widened maniacally, his eyebrows lifting slowly as he said:
"Oh my… did he read my thoughts? Or does the universe just love perfect timing? Or maybe… the writer just wanted to move things along?"
Suddenly! Robin's voice blared through the HQ speakers:
"All Titans! Report to the operations room immediately! We've got an emergency in the city skies!"
As usual, Blade took a moment to respond to the call, speaking to an imaginary audience:
"Robin says 'emergency,' I say 'golden opportunity to start the chaos'…
Tonight's play: The Flying Man versus The Mad Jester Armed with Kryptonite."
He pulled the mask over his face, then exited the room with confident strides.
On his way to the operations room, he muttered to himself:
"Time to prove something simple…
That madness is unbeatable—especially when it's packing the right bullets."
Blade entered the operations room where all the Titans were gathered. Faces were tense, eyes filled with concern, everyone staring at the massive screen displaying a live aerial feed of Superman hovering above a partially destroyed skyscraper.
His eyes glowed blood-red—like he was consumed by unprecedented rage.
Robin was speaking quickly:
"We don't know why he's here. This isn't like him. But there are reports of destruction across three buildings, and he was spotted at the scene."
Starfire: "But he's supposed to be one of the heroes… why would he do this?"
Beast Boy (half-joking, half-terrified): "Maybe he didn't have his morning coffee?"
Cyborg: "Whatever the reason, his energy is equivalent to a nuclear bomb… and we literally don't have the firepower to stop him."
Here, Blade appeared among them, leaning against the wall with his usual smirk on his face, and said:
"Ah, but now… we have something. A little greenery. Fresh green kryptonite, carefully grown and specially prepared to create some super pain."
Everyone turned to him suddenly… Raven was the first to speak, her tone half-suspicious:
"Aren't you hiding something important? You've been acting strange lately."
Blade raised his hands as if the stage was calling him:
"Strange? No, Miss Mystery, I'm just stepping into my role! It's a show, and I'm the star of the crazies… and Superman? He's the uninvited guest."
Robin had had enough:
"Blade, this isn't the time for jokes. We need a plan."
Blade slowly walked to the center of the room, looked at each of them one by one, then said in his theatrical voice:
"Oh, I've got a plan… but it doesn't involve meetings or votes. It involves something deeper… a little betrayal of the system, and one bullet right in the pride of someone who thinks he's a god."
Blade held up the gloves for all to see, then slowly pulled out his gun and walked toward the elevator, saying to everyone:
"Just let me handle him, and I promise you—he'll be back to normal… better than normal."
Then he looked at Raven and said:
"If I don't come back… tell everyone I was the prettiest of us all."
Raven shot him a look—half concern… half anger.
"Don't do anything stupid, Blade."
He smiled, pressed the elevator button, and raised an eyebrow:
"Stupid? That's all I ever do… but my way."
Then he stepped into the elevator and vanished… and as he descended, he muttered to himself:
"Time to test a simple theory… does Superman scream? Let's find out."
Blade stood inside the elevator, already planning, hands trembling with excitement and sarcastic sighs escaping his chest:
"Oh great… a plan, a weapon, wounded pride… and all I'm missing is transportation. How did I forget?! I don't fly! I don't have a cape! I barely have dignity!"
He lightly smacked the elevator wall and muttered:
"Superman flies… and me? I jump like a damn idiot! What a genius I am…"
The elevator stopped, and Blade stepped out in front of the HQ. He stood still as if pondering a dilemma, when suddenly, he felt a presence behind him… just before hearing her calm, deep voice:
"Need a lift?"
He turned quickly to find Raven standing there. Her gaze was calm, but there was something unreadable behind it. She looked at him with a faintly amused expression—but serious enough to make his heart skip a beat.
He stammered for a second, then reverted to his usual tone:
"Oh, my purple-hooded princess! You've arrived at just the right moment! Will you grant me a ride on the carpet of mystery? Or should I cling to your cloak like a lost child?"
She didn't answer. She simply raised her hand and opened a shadow portal—a quiet yet terrifying swirl of violet energy. Then she gave him a subtle wink:
"Are you coming, or are you planning to monologue out here by yourself?"
Blade laughed, then said as he walked toward the portal:
"My mysterious companion, had I known you offered free delivery services, I would've called you from the start! Let's go then—I have a god to annoy!"
They stepped through the portal together, which closed behind them—leaving only Raven's cold voice lingering in the air:
"But if you mess something up out there… I'll leave you in space."
Blade laughed from deep within, and this time… there was something different in that laugh.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
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Moments later
Blade and Raven emerged from the shadow portal onto the rooftop of a skyscraper overlooking the city. In the distance, Superman was speeding through the sky, leaving behind a trail of smoke rising far away.
Blade stood at the edge, a sly smile spreading across his face as he pulled the gloves from his small bag and slowly slid his fingers into them—like an actor preparing for a grand theatrical performance.
He looked at Raven and said:
"You know, Raven… sometimes I wonder—was kryptonite made just to humble the red arrogance? Or for people like me, to prove that madness is sometimes… just genius in disguise?"
She didn't respond. She simply watched him in silence. But in her eyes was a cautious glint…
She wasn't sure whether Blade was walking a tightrope of madness, or if he was truly planning something far greater than it seemed.
Then he continued as he pulled out the glowing green kryptonite bullets:
"This isn't a plan for killing… oh no, no, no… this is a plan for a lesson. I'm the professor tonight, and the student? A man wearing tights way too tight and a clear issue with accepting defeat."
He stepped closer to her and looked into her eyes:
"But I need you to keep this party under control… if Superman starts to lose it, I won't be enough to stop him—no matter how perfect my jokes are."
Raven nodded slowly, then opened another portal—this one closer to the scene—and said:
"I'm with you… just don't level half the city."
He grinned wide and replied:
"I promise… just a third!"
They jumped into the portal together… and in the blink of an eye, they were in the middle of chaos. Superman was in the sky, tearing an entire building apart.
Blade suddenly shouted loud and clear:
"Hey, Son of Krypton! Watch your back—not because someone's attacking you… but because I've arrived!"
Superman turned swiftly, his eyes filled with surprise and anger.
Blade raised his hands and gestured to the gloves:
"I suppose you're wondering why we're here, so let's just say I came to run a little experiment… purely scientific, I swear!"
Then he muttered under his breath:
"This is it… the moment my crazy heart's been waiting for. A one-sided fight… unless I flip the damn table!"
Superman slowly approached, but he felt something off in the air. Something that was weakening him… something all too familiar…
Kryptonite.
Blade, with a wide grin:
"Oh, I bet you felt that, didn't you, Mr. Underwear-On-The-Outside?"
And off to the side, Raven was watching—ready to step in—murmuring quietly:
"When the genius goes mad… beware the punchlines."
The air was charged, the world felt like it froze for a split second.
There, at the peak of destruction, in the heart of the explosion, stood Blade and Superman—facing off.
Superman's eyes glowed red, his furious stare laced with a trace of caution.
As for Blade, he raised his glove, fully coated in shimmering green kryptonite, and with a mocking tone, said:
"Before we begin, can we agree that any building destroyed isn't on my tab? Because I really hate paying taxes for a city I don't even like."
Superman didn't respond—he launched toward him at blinding speed, like a red lightning bolt tearing through the air.
But Blade was ready…
A quick spin. Glove raised. Impact.
Superman crashed into the glowing glove and was pushed back a full meter in the air.
His eyes widened, as if something impossible had just happened.
Blade let out a crazed laugh and said:
"Did you feel that? That's what we call: a slap from reality!"
Then he vanished suddenly with a smoke bomb, buying himself some extra time.
He reappeared behind Superman and landed a strike with his other hand—
A left hook from the Kryptonite glove, aimed straight at the super kidney.
Superman screamed, staggered for a moment, then turned and threw a full-force punch at Blade…
But Blade ducked at the last second, and the punch shattered a concrete pillar behind him into pieces.
"So close, Red—but I've watched all your movies, and you're not as fast as the trailers make you look!"
Superman went for a kick, but Blade leapt up nimbly, then hurled a shock charge laced with Kryptonite straight at his chest.
Superman dropped to one knee for a moment, breathing heavily.
Blade circled him, saying:
"Looks like a bit of innovation, a dash of science, a Cyborg workshop, and a touch of madness... can work wonders."
But Superman wasn't going down that easily. Suddenly—
He let out a thunderous roar, unleashed a surge of heat vision forming a fiery circle around them, and blasted through it like a missile.
Boom!
A direct punch hit Blade in the chest, sending him flying ten meters into a stone wall.
He dropped to his knees, coughing as his chest began regenerating, then raised a finger:
"Okay, okay… nice punch. But can you handle another joke?!"
He stood up, wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, then activated a new mode in his gloves, making the Kryptonite pulse like a glowing green heart.
"Radiation Drip Mode."
Irradiated droplets began falling from the glove's tips, melting the concrete below.
Superman felt something strange—his strength trembling. He looked at the gloves and realized… this wasn't a game.
But Blade grinned wide:
"Alright, Man of Steel… let's see how long before you start to rust."
The two launched into the air again…
Kicks flying, punches landing, soaring and diving, clashing mid-air, on the ground, on walls—through smoke and flame…
From a distant rooftop, Raven watched silently, not intervening, only murmuring:
"This isn't a fight… it's a battle for existence."
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Harley Quinn peeked out from the rubble, her wide eyes sparkling:
"Oh my god… I think I'm falling for another clown!"
The city trembled, the sky burned… and Blade?
He was still laughing.
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