Superman vs. Solomon Grundy

Thea huffed heavily. Her secret was likely exposed. Hiding anything from these overpowered types was pointless; her golden blood pulsing in her heart was too obvious to miss.

Her next combat suit needed anti-X-ray tech. Too many people have powers like X-ray vision these days. If she encountered someone unscrupulous, she'd be at a disadvantage! Still, when she glanced at Superman hovering above, he looked uncertain. He nodded at her thoughtfully but didn't press further.

'Too many people have supervision these days. If she encountered someone unscrupulous, she'd be at a disadvantage! Merlin's bloodline is impressive, Too many people have supervision these days. If she encountered someone unscrupulous, she'd be at a disadvantage!' Thea wasn't sure if she was right but decided to fish for clues from him later.

Thea's scheming aside, within five minutes, they all spotted a black dot on the horizon drawing closer. The Batwing couldn't go too fast; Grundy wouldn't keep up, so Bruce fired a few shots, flew a bit, and then repeated.

Honestly, it was awkward for Bruce. The Batwing could fire backward, but this stop-and-go tactic felt clunky. Dodging Grundy's ground-to-air projectiles—cars, poles, whatever he grabbed—only added to the strain. He silently marveled at Thea for managing to kite it for several hours.

"Stay hidden here. I'll check it out," Thea said. The Batwing, however maneuverable, wasn't as nimble as her Glider; a small boat turns easier, as the saying goes. Thea saw Bruce's predicament, and since Superman showed no sign of intervening, she decided to help.

But before she had flown even half the distance, an accident occurred. Perhaps Bruce got careless or the Batwing's turn radius was too tight. Grundy hurled a hundred-pound rock like a sandbag. With a crack, it broke off half of the Batwing's left wing.

As the Batwing spiraled toward the ground, Thea gunned her speed, found a suitable spot below, and fired four Entangling Arrows into the earth.

Dr. Hoffman's anti-suicide webbing, designed to catch jumpers, proved its worth. Under Superman's surprised gaze, the Batwing landed safely in four layers of dense webbing.

Thea quickly flew over and rescued Bruce, who had generally been decent to her. Bruce, in his black helmet, black armor, and black cape, even had a dark expression on the exposed part of his face.

Crashing in front of his rival stung. He silently vowed to boost the Batwing's maneuverability by 300% next time. But with his craft down, their bury-it-deep plan was shelved, at least for them. Fortunately, the reinforcement who had been enjoying his rival's mishap finally decided to step in.

Superman didn't charge in blind. He tested Grundy first with a ranged attack.

Two orange-red beams shot from his eyes, striking the lumbering zombie dead-on.

Struck suddenly, the large zombie stumbled back two steps from the intense heat vision. It roared thunderously at Superman, ignored the beams searing its chest, grabbed a huge rock from the ground, and threw it.

Superman, faster than sound, certainly wouldn't be hit. He easily dodged the rock with a turn in mid-air and carefully observed the results of his attack.

It wasn't what he expected. His usually unstoppable heat vision barely left a mark, and Grundy's rapid healing caught him off guard. Was this thing really an Earth creature? Its regeneration speed almost rivaled his own alien physiology.

Believing in action over words, Superman didn't waste time. He struck his signature pose, left hand drawn back to his waist, right fist raised high, and charged at Grundy.

At supersonic speed, the gap closed instantly. Although Grundy was essentially brainwashed and acting on instinct, his body's natural reactions remained. Facing the punch, he didn't retreat but roared and threw his own massive fist forward to meet it.

Boom! A sonic blast erupted where they clashed, the sheer force shoving air outward in all directions.

Nearby trees and rocks were instantly pulverized by the powerful shockwave. Selina and Bruce, both experienced, had already found cover. Thea also quickly gained altitude to avoid the dramatic aftermath.

Such power was just unreasonable. No wonder Batman always seemed irritated by Superman. That kind of strength made all the hard work of martial artists like them feel utterly inadequate.

It highlighted the luck of birth. Fortunately, Superman wasn't omnipotent. Beings like him might have overwhelmingly powerful bodies, with all their 'talent points' dumped into strength, speed, and constitution, but their magic resistance was often frighteningly low. If her own magic progressed even a little, one mind control spell, and this red-caped guy would be kneeling. That thought eased her envy. On a fundamental level, at least she was better off than Bruce, still racking his brains trying to cook up schemes.

Calmer now, she focused on the rare Gotham showdown.

Through continuous probing, Superman had determined the enemy's strength was nearly equal to his own. However, his opponent couldn't fly, an advantage he could exploit.

He darted around Grundy: up, down, left, right, using mobility to his advantage. Although the giant zombie tried hard to counterattack, it had little effect. Superman's fists rained down on his head like hailstones.

The battleground expanded continuously as trees and parts of hills were destroyed by the shockwaves of their attacks. Grundy's fury carved deep trenches into the once-flat ground.

Thea watched from high above, riveted. She couldn't help but wonder which idiot taught Superman his fighting style. He seemed particularly fond of grabbing his enemies, throwing them like bowling balls, and then standing aside striking a cool pose with a stern face.

As a contemporary martial artist, Thea couldn't understand it. Was that necessary? The damage from being thrown was probably less effective than landing another solid punch. Throwing the enemy away just needlessly surrendered the advantage gained.

Grundy, perhaps finding being thrown around amusing after a few times, started playing the throwing game with Superman too. He grabbed Superman's cape and flung him back. The chaos spiraled outward.

Thea landed near Bruce. The sky felt riskier than the ground now. He'd smartly ducked into a shallow ditch, watching the demolition unfold.

This must be why so many people criticize Superman. He paid so little attention to the environment. What was once a place of green hills and clear waters now looked like a post-nuclear wasteland. They could film the next post-apocalyptic movie right here.

The fight lasted ten minutes. Although Grundy was clearly losing, Superman hadn't been able to defeat it yet, making him a little impatient.

Spotting an opening, he circled to the zombie's side and landed a powerful punch directly on the back of its head.