The Flash drops Batman
off in the middle of the room. The
hustle and bustle of the lights and sounds echo throughout the area.
Batman: She’s here.
In response to Batman’s
words, Darth Shemalyah speaks from a corner of the room.
Darth Shemalyah: Of course she’s here!
A multitude of slot
machines explode, disbursing their ill gotten gains to no one in
particular. Batman readies himself with
his weapon. The Flash stands by his
teammate.
Batgirl bursts forth
from a car chained from the ceiling above the slot machines. Her intended target is the Flash. Before she reaches her prey, the Flash easily
dodges her and catches her by the throat in midair.
Flash: Sorry, Batgirl -- learned this from one of my
foes.
The Flash vibrates at
subatomic speed and juts his hand through Batgirl’s chest. The female caped crusader crumples as her
heart is ripped to shreds. The Flash
turns and sees a red blade burst through his chest; holding the lightsaber is
Brek Nyram.
Brek Nyram: Master, the Flash is no more!
Batman: . . . and neither are you.
Batman pulls the
trigger of his weapon and Nyram’s arm is caught in the clear sights of the
detective. Nyram’s left arm is scorched. Nyram hollers and runs from the beam which
follows him. Batman’s weapon rips across
the casino room’s floor, destroying all machines within its path.
Nyram reaches Shemalyah’s
corner of the room, hidden in a small alcove.
Darth Shemalyah: You have done well, my apprentice, even
though you have lost an arm.
Brek Nyram: Just a flesh wound, master. Just a flesh wound.
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1 comment:
Flash gets my vote for best kill. That was sweet.
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