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SM/DC Chapter 42 : Justice VS Justice
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 19:31:27 +0000 UTCArthur stood firm, his glowing eyes locked onto Batman. The remains of the batarang crumbled between his fingers, falling to the ground with a faint clink.
"You need to stand down," Batman ordered, his voice flat, deadly calm.
Arthur’s lips curled into a smirk, the faintest of chuckles escaping him. “I don’t work for you, Batman.”
"You found something, haven’t you?" Batman's eyes narrowed, his voice hard. "This isn’t a game, Blackwynd, Stand. Down."
Arthur stood silent, staring down the Dark Knight, the words hanging thick between them. He didn’t answer, only tightened his fists his gauntlets forming shadows that danced around his arms.
That was all the confirmation the Dark Knight needed.
"Tt." Robin clicked his tongue, shifting into a stance, batarangs already between his fingers. Hal Jordan’s ring flared to life, emerald energy swirling around his fists.
"Then you leave me no choice," Batman said, and in the next breath.
And then it happened.
In the blink of an eye, they struck.
Robin darted forward, his movements quick, almost a blur. A flurry of attacks came from the young hero, his staff swinging with precision aimed at Arthur’s ribs, his legs kicking out in rapid succession.
But Arthur was faster.
He twisted sideways, sidestepping Robin’s attack with a fluid motion. In one motion, he caught Robin’s leg as it came towards him, snapping it with a sickening crack, before tossing the younger hero aside like a ragdoll.
Robin hit the ground hard, groaning in pain, his face contorted in agony as he clutched his broken leg. “I Told you before, next time i won’t be so lenient,” Arthur muttered, eyes glinting darkly as he looked at the fallen boy wonder.
Batman’s jaw clenched, and he moved forward, using his agility to close the gap in an instant. A barrage of punches rained down on Arthur, his fists aiming for Arthur’s face, his kicks targeting vital spots. But Arthur barely flinched, his own fists moving like steel hammers to intercept the blows, countering with brutal force.
Each strike from Batman hit with precision, but it was like hitting a wall of stone. Arthur absorbed it all, each punch only fueling his rage. His eyes glowed brighter, the bloodlust aura around him intensifying with every second.
“You don’t get it, do you Bruce?” Arthur’s voice was low, almost mocking. “Your punches can’t stop me.”
Batman attempted a spin kick aimed at Arthur’s side. But Arthur was too quick, stepping inside the strike and delivering a crushing blow to Batman’s chest, sending him flying backward with a grunt of pain.
Hal Jordan’s voice cut through the chaos, “Alright shadow boy, it’s time to get serious!” His ring flared with green light as he summoned a massive construct, a giant fist that hurtled toward Arthur with the force of a freight train.
Arthur met it head-on. He barely moved, just slamming his fist into the construct with a shockwave force that shattered it into a thousand pieces.
Hal Jordan, launched himself forward, another massive construct spiked fist materializing in the air. It collided with Arthur with the force of a wrecking ball, sending him crashing into a stack of metal crates. The room trembled.
Arthur rose pushing away the depris with ruler’s authority “You think that’s enough?” Arthur’s voice was low, full of menace, but his grin never faded.
Hal’s eyes narrowed, his aura flaring brighter. "Not even close."
Arthur sprang forward, slamming his fist into the side of Hal’s construct, shattering it into pieces. But Hal wasn’t done. With a roar, his ring glowed brighter as he summoned another wave of energy a construct this time in the form of a massive, fist-shaped dragon. It soared toward Arthur, jaws open, ready to devour him whole.
But Arthur was already gone.
Arthur vanished in a whirl of darkness, reappearing behind Hal in an instant. Before Hal could react, Arthur’s fist collided with his ribs, sending the Lantern flying across the room. He crashed against a wall with enough force to crack the stone.
Before Hal could react, Arthur was already in front of him, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground effortlessly.
“You think you can harm me with that?” Arthur’s voice was cold, dangerous. “You’re just a man with a shiny ring, Hal. That doesn’t scare me.”
Hal’s fingers tightened and his ring glowed brighter, summoning another barrage of energy constructs. Spears, chains, and a blade formed around Arthur, but he destroyed them with his spar hand, breaking the weapons apart with ease. His strength and speed were superior.
Hal gasped for air, struggling against the iron grip on his throat, but Arthur’s smirk only deepened. “You’re outmatched.”
With a roar of anger, Hal’s ring surged, his body surrounded by a blazing aura. He summoned a massive construct of a green dragon, its jaws snapping, but Arthur, unphased, plunged his fist into the creature’s throat, shattering it like glass. Hal barely had time to react before Arthur punched him in the gut, sending him crashing into the wall.
As Hal crumpled to the ground, barely conscious,“ Is this all you’ve got? your constructs are a bit weak, i think your will is not strong enough.” Arthur turned his eyes back to Batman, his movements almost predatory.
Batman pushed himself to his feet, blood trickling from his lip, his eyes narrowed with grim determination. “I won’t stop until you do,” he growled, advancing again. But Arthur’s eyes were cold, and his grin only grew wider.
Arthur stepped forward with lightning speed, driving his fist into Batman’s chest, the impact sending a shockwave that rattled the entire place. Batman’s body slammed into a metal pillar, his suit now smoking from the impact. The force was inhuman, as if Arthur wasn’t holding back at all.
Batman gasped for air, clutching his ribs, struggling to breathe. “You think... this is over?”
Arthur slowly shook his head, his smile widening. “No. It’s just getting started.”
Arthur stood tall, his bloodlust radiated outward. “You still don’t get it, do you? You try to fight with honor. You fight to control things, to tame evil. But some evil must be destroyed, wiped from existence before it can grow stronger. I will do what you can’t. I do what has to be done.”
Batman’s eyes narrowed, his breath ragged. “And that’s... how... you become a monster, Blackwynd.”
Arthur’s grin only grew more mocking. “Call me whatever you want, you are the one trying to stop me from fighting evil, who is the real monster here.”
Robin tried to push himself up, but he was in too much pain. His eyes locked on Arthur, his voice weak but defiant. “You’re… wrong…”
Arthur’s gaze turned toward Robin, but it was Batman who spoke up next. “You’re not the answer to this world’s problems. You’re just on a path to be another one.”
Batman conitnued, a cold fury behind them. “This sense of justice of yours is dictatorship. It’s not about saving the world it’s about controlling it, crushing everything you don’t like. We stop them, we don’t erase them! We give people the chance to change...redemption.”
“Redemption?” Arthur’s laugh was harsh, bitter. “You’re blind fool if you think everyone deserves it. Some evil doesn’t get to be saved. And Joker certainly is a lost cause.”
“You don’t get to decide that!” Batman shot back. “You’re not God!”
Arthur’s grin never faded. “Maybe not but I'm far from being evil. you are responsible for the deaths of many innocents, and you know that.”
Hal’s laugh echoed through the room. “Oh, no, not at all,” he said sarcastically, flashing a toothy grin. “I just think your powers are the best kind of evil incantation. Like, did you get those shadows from some creepy dark magic store? Because that is a lot of bad juju you’re throwing around.”
Hal, still recovering, began to push himself up. His ring flared again, casting shadows as constructs formed once more, this time massive, a shield, chains, and a dozen blades. He wasn’t giving up.
“You really need to stop boy.” Hal growled.
But Arthur just narrowed his eyes and sighed, He wasn’t backing down.
“Should i Make it fair?” he asked, taunting them. “Or do I keep fighting alone? What’s your choice, heroes?”
The shadow at his feet extended, creeping outward like a living thing, the air heavy with dread. His voice was low, mocking, as he sized up the three of them, his aura darkening.
