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The sky was still boiling… and the city held its breath.
Debris flew through the air, and green light shone from Blade's fists.
He clapped his palms together, laughing:
"Alright… for the sake of fairness, I'll try hand-to-hand combat only! No fireworks—just me, and gloves crafted especially for your worst nightmare, Superman!"
Superman looked at him, sweat on his brow, the effects of the Kryptonite starting to show.
His skin had lost its glow, his breathing was slower… but he was still Superman.
Blade flashed a savage grin and raised his fists.
The fight began.
Superman charged at full speed, but Blade had already memorized his pattern.
A quick spin. A subtle duck. A slap from the left glove to the gut.
Superman staggered.
A hit to the ribs… he groaned.
But he didn't stop—he spun and punched hard.
Blade raised his arms to block, the gloves absorbed the brunt, but not all of it—he staggered back several steps, panting, but still smiling.
"You know what the difference is between us, Super-Boring?"
"I like pain."
He leapt up, flipped midair, then landed a double-fist strike on Superman's shoulder.
A cry of pain from the Man of Steel as he reeled back… then lunged forward to kick Blade.
But Blade was dancing now.
Acrobatic jumps, spins, quick strikes—all laced with Kryptonite…
Superman was slowing down.
A punch from Blade to the jaw.
A kick to the knee.
A backflip and an elbow strike.
"You were just a boring dream for school kids… but me?"
"I'm the nightmare you never forget!"
A blow to the side. A knee to Superman's chest. Then Blade suddenly spun, placed his fist at the back of Superman's neck, and pressed.
Superman screamed, firing a random heat beam into the sky…
But Blade didn't move.
He remained behind him, whispering:
"What's wrong? Feeling tired? Skipped breakfast? Want a glass of milk?"
A counter-punch from Superman!
It hit Blade square in the face!
He was knocked to the ground… the ground around him exploded, asphalt cracked beneath his body, but…
He stood up.
Slowly… wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing, spreading his arms wide as his face slowly regenerated:
"That's your best shot? Come on, Star-Man… show me why they fear you!"
Superman advanced, but his steps were heavy…
From a high ledge, Raven was still watching, her brows furrowed. She muttered:
"He's draining Superman's energy slowly… dragging him toward collapse."
And Harley Quinn, from behind a crumbling building edge, clutched her hands to her chest:
"Oh, this isn't just a fight… it's a mad, twisted dance! It's… beautiful."
The blows kept coming,
Kryptonite bled from the gloves,
And Blade…
He thrived in the chaos.
Superman was gasping for air, while Blade laughed, his Kryptonite-charged fists slicing through the air, striking, spinning, planting pain deep into the Man of Steel's body.
Then suddenly…
A low rumble, then a violent crash from high above.
The asphalt cracked again…
And the shadows revealed a familiar figure… dark… sharply defined…
Batman.
But this time…
He wasn't in his usual suit. He wore the special combat armor designed to fight Superman — a dense metallic suit built to weaken him, glowing faintly with green Kryptonite lines.
Blade, who was standing over Superman, ready for the final blow, turned as he wiped the blood from his lip and said with his usual grin:
"Ah… the Dark Knight himself. Took you long enough. I was about to start singing."
Batman didn't respond. He just stepped forward with steady pace.
And in his eyes, lightning—he saw what couldn't be seen.
Then he spoke as he examined the raging, violent Superman:
"He's not acting like himself. This isn't just the effect of green Kryptonite."
"There's something else..."
"He's wearing a small pendant around his neck... made of pure red Kryptonite."
Blade's eyebrow rose beneath his mask. He ran a hand through his hair and said:
"Ah, so that's the reason! I thought he was just pissed because he forgot his chocolate in the bag."
He laughed as usual, then drew his gun.
Fired it upward, reloaded it without looking.
Then said to Batman:
"Alright, I have a plan! Listen… you distract him, and I shoot him in a specific spot… no, I won't kill him, he'll just freeze for a moment."
"And then, oh Shadow Man… you yank off the chain. The rest of the party's all yours."
Batman furrowed his brows, muttering in a cold voice:
"If it were that easy, I would've done it from the start."
"But you made Superman burn like a candle at a birthday party."
Blade laughed loudly, then took his position behind some rubble.
"Alright... three… two… and go."
Superman, having regained his balance, saw Batman approaching.
"You? You're the one who finally showed up?"
But before he could launch his attack, a small bullet shot out…
It hit his shoulder precisely between the muscle fibers where no armor protected him, the green Kryptonite burst inside like a spark.
Superman screamed, halted…
And in that moment,
Batman leapt over him, swift and precise.
He grabbed the chain glowing with a dark red hue… and yanked it hard.
The cord snapped, and the pendant rolled across the ground…
Superman staggered back, groaning, dropping to his knees.
Blade stepped out from behind the rubble, spinning his gun like a grinning cowboy, then said as he approached:
"Can we talk now? Can Mr. Muscles listen?"
Batman placed the chain into a small container and sealed it quickly.
"Red Kryptonite doesn't just weaken Superman—it corrupts his mind... turns him into a chaotic version of himself, more like you."
Blade smiled cheerfully and winked:
"Are you saying I'm a corrupted version of Superman? That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me since Joker called me a boring mess."
At that moment, Superman began to rise slowly, his eyes returning to normal.
He murmured as he looked at Batman and Blade:
"I… what happened? Why was I…?"
But Blade cut him off, sitting casually on a shattered crate:
"Don't worry, flyboy. We saved your life… and smacked you around a bit—just for discipline!"
Batman glanced at Blade, then muttered:
"You might be extremely dangerous..."
"But you're starting to be more help than harm."
Blade smiled, pulling off his mask in one hand, then said:
"I'm like a salad bowl… weird, sharp-tasting, but healthy in the end."
In the stillness after the storm, with only heavy breaths and the sounds of broken rubble remaining, Batman slowly turned, his sharp eyes still locked on Blade, who was putting his mask back on.
Batman stood, his body still covered in dust, and asked in a low but intense voice:
"Where did you get those gloves?"
Blade didn't turn around. He just muttered in an unusually quiet tone… one filled with nostalgia:
"They're a keepsake… from someone who meant a lot to me. Someone who believed in me… and then was gone."
He finally raised his head and looked Batman directly in the eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of warning, yet it was honest:
"I'm keeping them—whether you like it or not, Batsy. Don't try to take them from me."
Batman was silent, his eyes narrowing cautiously, as if trying to read the emotion behind Blade's tone. Was it sorrow? A threat? Or a twisted blend of both?
He stepped forward once—just one step…
Then said in a strangely calm voice:
"I'll see you soon… Blade."
Then he turned, heading toward Superman, who was still on his knees, clutching his shoulder where the Kryptonite bullet had burned him.
Despite his incredible strength, Superman looked… more human than ever before.
Batman leaned down slightly and helped him to his feet, as if all the chaos between them in the past had now transformed into an unspoken understanding.
But as Batman supported him, he never took his eyes off Blade—
as if there was now a new agreement between them, unwritten, yet deep.
Blade simply stood in silence, then pulled out a small cigarette. He didn't light it—just held it between his lips and said mockingly:
"You know? This moment feels like the end of a dramatic movie… all we're missing is the rain and sad music."
Superman looked at him for a moment, then muttered in a tired voice:
"You… are very… strange."
Blade smiled and winked:
"That's the nicest compliment you've given me. Who needs superpowers when you've got charisma?"
Then he turned his back to them and walked off among the scattered rubble…
his head slightly lowered, but his steps confident.
Meanwhile, Batman flew away carrying Superman.
And as the two disappeared into the sky… Blade was left alone on the ground.
But he wasn't the weakest among them—
in fact, perhaps… he was the only one who won tonight, though no one realized how.
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