Batman vs Predator: The Grand Hunt of the Night

Mecha: We've accounted for all aspects of the fighters. Niw, it's time to settle the debate once and for all.  

Ruby: Roll call time!

Mecha: STATS CLEAR!

Ruby: ARENA SET!

Grimlock: FIGHTERS, ARMED AND READY!

Virgil: ALL CAMERAS ARE A GO GO, BABY!

All: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!! MATCH START!!      

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The abandoned grounds of Arkham Asylum

Leaves were rustling in the Autumn wind, adding themselves to the pile left near the entrance to Arkham. The infamous mental institution was laid bare and broken, with the doctors and patients long gone from the premises. After countless breakout by the more special inmates, in particular the costumed variety, and it's reputation to receive patients more than they actually cure them, the officials of Gotham made a united decision to close down the broken asylum.

One might celebrate the occasion, had it not been for the next crisis to hit Gotham. A serial killer was walking through the city, and an extremely gruesome one at that given the state of his victims. Though, this serial killer had a particular taste of murder that most people noticed: it took men and women of power in the underworld, and did so in a relatively fair fight.

This thing was killing off the Rouges of Gotham like a big game hunter in the Safari. Firefly, Scarecrow, Mr.Freeze, Killer Croc, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, The Riddler, Penguin and even Joker had been killed by this vicious creature. And yet with so many dead, no one, not even the police, could find this guy.

But one man in Gotham placed the pieces together, all from the crime scenes of his former foes. The killer had left behind a peculiar dust behind at the crime scenes, ones laced with bacteria that would find themselves in only one place.

A sleek black car drove past the Gates and drove up the road to the asylum, parking just at the entrance. The cover over the car was lifted, as the diver walked out of the vehicle and revealed his figure to the world. A lean man, dressed in atrire as black as the night itself, holding the motif of a bat from his mask to the emblem on his chest.

The Batman was going to put an end to this, tonight!



Bruce proceeded to walk through the asylum, as his first steps within  revealed it to be just as ransacked and broken in structure on the inside just like the outside. The air within it had become filled with a sense of one walking into the lion's den unprepared, and a strong sense of blood permeating from all around.

It didn't take long for Bats to find the source of it. And the sight of it chilled Batman to the very bone.

Within the holding cells were one could best describe as bloody trophies. Such trophies included,  a decapitated arm holding a tight grip of the Riddler's cane, the blood stained remains of Firefly 's flamethrower, Killer's Croc skull ripped of it's flesh, the skinned remains of Poison Ivy 's corpse, and many other bloodied remains of Batman's Rouge Gallery. But what got the Dark Knight was the addition added to the end of the corridor of cells: the bare head of the Joker, holding a his signature ghastly smile even in death to mock Batman. 

The sight of such.....savage to human beings made Batman's blood boil. They may had been criminals, but no man or woman, be they holy or corrupted, should suffer a death like this.

A weak groan coming from one of the cells pushed Batman out of his anger as he went to investigate it. The source had come from a jar within one of the cells, and inside it was the twitching, still very alive head of Victor Fries. How and why such a thing was physically possible was rather moot to the man such as Batman, who has seen enough weird s**t to make this seem normal. 

Oh well, at least Bats could save one man out of this massacre.

"Fries, what did this to you?" The words from Batman's spooked the cryogenist, as he looked on to his would be savior with a cross between fear and relief.

"Batman, you must leave this place at once. Before IT returns for you!" The panic in Fries' tone of voice convinced Batman that the head in a jar had witness what the killer looked. And it scarred him more than the Bat did.

This was going to be a long night.

A screech echoes throughout the Asylum, followed by an inhuman roar, before the sounds of a tough struggle could be heard from another room. Making sure Fries himself was secured, Batman rushed down the corridor in pursuit of the noise, in spite of the frozen head's protests.

Slowly looking through a crack in a door, Batman sees a large brown furred creature resembling a man crossed with a bat get slammed into a table. An invisible force proceeds to pick up Manbat by the throat, as the former scientist turned monster screeches and struggles to escape the invisible grip. A snap of metal startled the Batman, just as Manbat's head had been removed from his shoulders, with part of his spine still attached, and a geyser of blood erupted from the hole where his head used to be. 


Anger had guided Batman's action, as he threw a single Batarang, hitting the spot that held Kirk Langstrom's head. What followed was a howl of pain, followed by the decapitated head falling to the floor with a splat, and the cry of pain turning in to a clicking sound. Light began to distort itself around one area, as a figure began to appear from seemingly nowhere. 

Standing a good 7 feet tall, the killer was just as monstrous as the prey it hunted: it was alien from it's green skin tone, most of it covered by body armor of unknown material. It held a backpack shaped device on it's back, of which held a small blaster mounted on it's shoulder, and high tech gauntlets strapped to both of it's arms. It's face was obscured by a black mask, but even from the seemingly blank stare of the visor, Batman could tell this.....hunter was studying him, trying to figure if he was good game to hunt.

The Yautja had come to this planet, in hopes of succeeding where his other fellow hunters had failed in battle. It searched for the most dangerous environment to begin it's hunt, and it found no better place than an entire city already filled with monsters. 

One by one, he killed them, proving his worth more and more with each hunt. But as he continued, the Predator heard stories among the news of one man who proceeds even most of the trophies in his recent collection.

And he was standing right in front of him. The Predator was ecstatic to the point he mimicked the pale one's own laugh, disturbing Batman at the haunting sound laughter of his dead foe. 

That moment of weakness was quickly stomped upon, as Batman stood firm with resolve.

"I don't know what you are or where you came from but know this: your little game ends now. And I'm going to be the one who ends it. Because no one, be it a man or monster, will come into my city and kill it's people for sport!" Batman declared his dominance over the creature , as his signature Bat-Glare starred down the Predator with burning resolve .

Clenching it's clawed fist, The Predator responded to Batman's threat with a  challenging and menacing roar. 

One way or another, the hunt shall end tonight!

FIGHT!!



Batman wasted no time as he took a mad dash towards the Predator, socking the alien hunter in chest with well placed left hook. Going with the flow, Batman went forth with a series of punches and kicks, forcing the Predator further back from the assault. Aiming to uppercut the monster by the chin of it's mask, Batman found resistance as his hand was caught within the grip of the Predator.

Holding tightly on his prey's arm, the Yautja proceeded to toss the man over his shoulder, sending him into a wooden table and breaking it in half upon impact. Advancing on the fallen Batman, the Predator picked him up by the throat, and with a flick of it's arm, a pair wicked blades extended from his right arm gauntlet. The Dark Knight struggled to escape the grasp of the killer, but the grip on his throat was tight,  as the air from his lungs left him.

Before the Predator could carve out Batman's stomach, the costumed hero reached into his Utility Belt, and threw a pellet straight the Yautja's face. Gas was poured into the Predator's system, overwhelming his senses to point that his grip on Batman had loosened, bringing clarity to the Dark Knight's head. Reaching into his belt once more, Batman pulled out his Grapple gun, and with a press of the trigger, he flew out of the Predator's grasp and pulled himself up towards the upper floor.

Fully recovered from the gas, the Predator hissed in anger, before leaping up to the upper floor after his prey. Upon landing, the Predator found the floor bare of the Dark Knight, having vanished without a trace. It growled in frustration at the lack of participation from the warrior, but if he wished to play it that way...

"----You can't hide from me, you son of a bitch!---"  The Predator spoke in a recording of the late Two-Face as he searched for his prey. From the view of it's mask, the Predator's vision was focused on tracking heat signatures, a feature most useful for many of the prey he has hunted on this planet.  

Noticing a large heat signature behind a wall, The Predator slowly makes his way towards the heat source, claws at the ready to pierce through some flesh. However, due to focusing solely on the large hear signature, the Predator failed to notice the odd heat signature in the form of a bat, only realizing the mistake when the entire wall exploded, with most of it blowing up in the Predator's direction, sending him to crash into a railing.  

A line zipped past the Predator overhead, before embedding itself into a wall, as Batman used a pulley to travel across it. As he neared his target , Batman planted his armored boots into the Predator's chest, kicking him over the ledge and causing him to fall to the first floor.

By the time Batman detached himself from the Bat Launcher and land gracefully on the ground, the Predator had picked itself up from the ground, ready for round two. Batman obligates, as he slips on a pair of gauntlets, each sparking with electricity, while the Predator tightens his fist in preparation. 

Batman quickly closes the distance between them, as he socks the Predator in the chest, followed by spin kick to it's masked face. The alien hunter simply shrugs it off, raising his arms over his head only to slam them down on Batman, or the column of stone that took his place as he dodge the strike. Running to a wall,  Bruce briefly starts to climb it before kicking himself off of it, launching himself towards the Predator with a glide kick.

The Predator raises his forearms, blocking the attack, but the force behind it still sent him staggering. This gave the Dark Knight the chance to go straight into the Predator's comfort zone, and start slugging his face mask with several boxing jabs. But while this man was strong, the Predator was made of tougher stuff, as he quickly snatched Batman's hands with his own, putting an end to the darkly dressed hero's assault.

The Predator then proceeded to to deliver a hard headbutt to Batman's own head ,the case mask doing harder damage than he thought, sending the hero of Gotham in a dizzy spell. Not done with his prey just yet, the Predator proceed to uppercut Batman hard enough to send him flying through the air. But due to the sudden blow causing his brain to register the pain, Batman focused his attention on that, as he positioned his body in midair, and landed on his two feet, as he met the Predator's gaze with his own.

The two walked silently towards each other, while also holding a closed fist tightly the entire way. The walk moved into a jog, before the two accelerated into a full on run towards one another. Once within range of each other, the Predator swung his arm with the Power Gauntlet forward, as Batman met the blow with one arm equipped with a Shock Glove.

The two fist collided, creating a small implosion upon impact, forcing the two combatants to stagger back in a mix of pain and caution. They proceeded to circle around each other, keep a close eye upon the other as they tended to their wounds, while also forming a strategy.

In a bizarre sense of irony, the two had the same thought within mind.

"This thing took down Kirk and Croc bare handed, so he's certainly a strong bastard, to be sure. I need to keep my distance from him, distract him with a few projectiles and go in for small hits with the Nerve Killers. Slow him down over time." 

" This Man of Bats is indeed a worthy hunt. Far so then the other high prey of this jungle. Combing speed with strength and skill, his style is quite unique. Be he can also adapt quickly. He holds many weapons unknown to me. I must keep my distance, and go for a swift blow. He will become a trophy."   

The two warriors stood apart from each other, flexing their hands towards their gadgets in a manner Clint Eastwood would find proud. Seconds pass, unti-

SHINK!

Three Batarangs were drawn before being immediately launched towards the target, but in a instant, the Predator opens fire from his shoulder mounted Plasma Caster, destroying the with ease. Taking a chance, Batman moves in for a blow to the chest, only for the Predator to pull a large spear from out of nowhere and block the fist with the center of it.

Pushing the the fist off with a shove, the Predator took the role of an lancer as he quickly jabbed at Batman, hoping to skewer the hero's heart on the pointy end of it. No stranger to fighting an armed opponent while not being armed himself, the detective blocked the thrusts by smacking it with the back of his hand. But Batman knew he couldn't block forever, an at this range, he could do little but dodge.

Luckily, he had just the tool to even the odds.