3. teaching true fear

[Inside the batcave]

After watching the piretes disinbark and mistreat the tied up people batman eyes grew really slim as the light of anger light up glowing white eliminating the darkness around his face.

As he didn't know what kind of actual strength his enemies poses. But after seeing the ese of ripping the metal lock off the door. Batman was not going to underestimate the enemy.

He packed stun and explosive batorangs. Several smoke, sleep, stung, peper, blinding and late delay throw bombs.

Adding additional padding and bulletproof carbon flexi plates under his suit. Wearing shock gloves he slamed them together creating a rain or sparks.

All he had to do was wait for the dark rain clouds that were a few minutes away to hide the sun as batman was ready to face the unknown.

[On the beach]

The captain sat on a chair with a Bude crying girl on his lap. He was waiting for her to try to run or fight back in order to keep her purity.

The ruthless pirete liked to torture his pray given them the false hope of escape only to rip it out of them at last minute.

The absolute fear in the eyes of his pray drove him wild. He couldn't get enough of it.

The eain cloud has hid the sun from his face cooling his skin so relaxingly. The light breeze forced him to close his eyes. To enjoy this perfect moment he had nothing to fear.

The girl on his lap yelping and swimming froze making him relax even more. The wettes on his skin that follows with a hising sound made him think that the rain is coming.

The thuds and slams that followed were quite rithmick.

"Bos...(whop)

" what?...(slam)

"who?...( crack)

"Hel!...(crash)

All the noise was becoming searisly annoying. Bo matter how much the boys like to fight at times it never got this bad. Thus made the relaxingly pirete get mad as he threw the still frozen in fear girl off his lap.

With a roar he dared to let this noise to continue with his fearsome anger only to get slamed to rge ground with a right hook.

His eyes grew blurry as the fog that appeared all around him was too thick to see who did it.

Dark figures were getting obliterated one at a time. His men were loosing a a goust who moved around with lightning around its hands.

A small ball rolled to his feet and another cloud spraying out of it made the most disappear again. The fog became even thicker. But this time his ears hers painfully wails of his begging men. The cries and sounds of bones braking made the man sweat in fear for the first time in his life.

Hoping to find anything to defend himself the man tried to find the girl in order to use her as a shield. But the thick fog began to make it hard to breathe and did he just see a head fly?

(No no no I must be hallucinating. ) the mind of this evil man was melting.

Than the the wind blew away the thick fog and a single dark tall figure was standing over a thick fur rug. The tables boxes and even the shed was smashed to pieces.

Noone was left standing as his handpicked bloodthirsty wolves turned into time helpless broken puppies.

Slip was a feared and ruthless pirete. Nobody has ever been so overwhelming thus far.

He was the one who made others fall into despair and die in fear.

The broken mirror blinded him temporarily and as he looked a face full of absolute dread was stearing back at him.

The same face that his victims held.

The same face that he loved to see was now staring back at him in the reflection.

The dark figure almost floated over in his direction the disaray as if it was the death itself.

The bat shape on its chest looked like it was almost alive. The glare of its brightness in comparison to the dark figure made it look like it will jump out to eat his soul.

The huge white eyes were burning with absolute power bringing out his every sin with its deep stare.

"Tell me everything!" The horror in the tone made Slip beggan to spill everything from the day of his birth.

[Several hours later]

The feared pirete of the seas was slumped over like a slime with a look of please kill me on his face shrouded with broken and crying piretes all around himself was sent floating to the nearest navy base.

The ship with the rudder broken was slowly sailing on its way with the former piretes crying and mumbling about a dark bat.

[The next day]

"Sir this is for you " Alfred brought a cup of coffee on a platter with a newspaper to the batcave computer where a sweaty man was reasurching this new world where they were transported to.

Bruce was making one finger push upside-down with his whole body in the air on his finger.

"Sir I believe that you need to work more on your image " Alfred spoke throwing the newspaper to the floor with the unusual title and uncany picture on the front page.

"How?" Bruce asked stearing at a perfect image of his figure looming over the pirete.

No matter how much batman ran back the fight there was definitely nobody in the area who was there to take such a picture.

Besides the low combat smallfry or the slaves nobody was there to take a picture in the first place...

Something doesn't make sense here.

This place has its own secrets and he will need to be even more careful not to reveal his weaknesses or strengths. The shadows is where he will need to be in order to escape back to DC universe.