A surveillance drone was circling above Bleake island replaying the battle below. The Knight was protecting the Cloudburst, and failing. Batman had just taken apart his support, now it was just the two of them left. Slade glanced at the monitor - their heat signatures stalking each other through the city streets.
He ran his thumb along the blade. Still dull.
This was torture, forced to watch from a mobile command centre. The ACE Chemicals siege, the occupation, everything. Batman had taken on an entire army, and was winning. Slade didn't belong here observing. It was like watching someone play a video game badly, itching to pick up the controller.
Contingency wasn't his style, he was better than that. But Scarecrow knew just how to sell it. He promised the soldier an end to those nightmares, the fear that made his hands tremble. "Revenge - that is what you seek. And I can give it to you."
The Knight's tank took a strike - systems critical - a plume of white static erupted on the screen. No way was he was making it out of that thing alive.
Seconds later the radio crackled. "It is time." Scarecrow announced. "Batman is yours."
Slade tested the blade. It was sharp enough now.
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