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[#009] The Armor (Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice)
Theme Prompt: # 009 – The Night Before
Title: The Armor
Fandom: Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice (BVS)
Rating / Warnings: PG-13 – No warnings apply.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 710
Summary: Batman is ready for the showdown.
* * * *
The Dark Knight. I guess that's never been more true than it is right now. This isn't a suit. This is armor. And it's about time for a fight to the death. Funny thing, though: The old knights didn't usually die from being cut, slashed, or stabbed. If you were wearing armor, as a knight, it wasn't really the points and edges that you had to fear. More often than not, you had to fear the sheer strength of your opponent. The knights were usually beaten to death, crushed inside their armor like potted meat inside a can.
When I think about it, this isn't going to be so different from that. Tomorrow, that is. The Man of Tomorrow, some of the newspapers call him. Or called him, past tense.
I've seen how strong he is, how effortless he makes it look. If I don't get the jump on him, if I can't slow him down, that's it. That's the end. I can only hope it'll be quicker than what I feel when I see him in my nightmares. ... No. I can't think about that. That's fear. Fear of the unknown, maybe. No one is immune to it, not even somebody like me.
I've been hurt before. A lot. Been on the brink of death a few times. That's different, though. I get hurt when I make mistakes, when my opponents outthink me. When they're just ordinary people. If I'm not a few steps ahead at all times, that's what happens. Fighting's as much strategy as it is strength, technique, and positioning. But this is different. I can't make a mistake. I might be smarter than he is. Maybe. But that will be my only advantage. One mistake, and I'm done. Higher stakes than ever.
The armor feels good. Everything works the way it should. Wish I had time to run a few more tests, just to be absolutely sure. At this weight, if a joint locks, I'll be crippled, even if I were fighting a street thug. It's a risk I'll have to take. Worst comes to worst, I'll break before the armor does. At that point, I don't think it'll matter all that much.
I'd feel better about it if I had any kind of back-up plan. That's one of my calling cards, after all. But there's no running from this one, no escape, no way to buy time after a certain point. Unless there's some kind of miracle, it really will be to the death, and, if I can't stop him, if I can't do this, there's no one who can, is there? I'm it. I'm the last line of defense, the only line of defense. I'm sure Joker'd be laughing at me if he knew.
Well. No. There's one more, isn't there? She's watching. I've only just started to find out who she is, who those others are. Looking into that is what I should be doing, but ... there's this, and I can't get away from it. I can't be the detective right now.
No, I've got to be the Dark Knight. That's all there is to it.
Times like these, you're supposed to tell the people in your life that you love them. I don't have to tell Alfred that. I'm sure he knows, in his own way. Couldn't have done any of this without him. Normally, he'd be listening in, but ... not for this fight. He can hear him. And, if worst comes to worst, it'd be better if he can't listen to me die. He's strong, he's seen me go through a lot, but ... not that. Not like that. That's not how a man dies.
There's a man in this armor. I know that. I'm flesh and blood. I'm human, and I can die. But, tomorrow, I've got to be more than that, maybe more than I've ever been.
I've got to put on my helmet, pick up my lance, and show no fear. No audience in the stands, looking down at the lists. No lists or stands at all. The only audience will be the people of the future, and I want them to be cheering. If they aren't, they'll be screaming.
And I'll be screaming with them.
END.
Title: The Armor
Fandom: Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice (BVS)
Rating / Warnings: PG-13 – No warnings apply.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 710
Summary: Batman is ready for the showdown.
* * * *
The Dark Knight. I guess that's never been more true than it is right now. This isn't a suit. This is armor. And it's about time for a fight to the death. Funny thing, though: The old knights didn't usually die from being cut, slashed, or stabbed. If you were wearing armor, as a knight, it wasn't really the points and edges that you had to fear. More often than not, you had to fear the sheer strength of your opponent. The knights were usually beaten to death, crushed inside their armor like potted meat inside a can.
When I think about it, this isn't going to be so different from that. Tomorrow, that is. The Man of Tomorrow, some of the newspapers call him. Or called him, past tense.
I've seen how strong he is, how effortless he makes it look. If I don't get the jump on him, if I can't slow him down, that's it. That's the end. I can only hope it'll be quicker than what I feel when I see him in my nightmares. ... No. I can't think about that. That's fear. Fear of the unknown, maybe. No one is immune to it, not even somebody like me.
I've been hurt before. A lot. Been on the brink of death a few times. That's different, though. I get hurt when I make mistakes, when my opponents outthink me. When they're just ordinary people. If I'm not a few steps ahead at all times, that's what happens. Fighting's as much strategy as it is strength, technique, and positioning. But this is different. I can't make a mistake. I might be smarter than he is. Maybe. But that will be my only advantage. One mistake, and I'm done. Higher stakes than ever.
The armor feels good. Everything works the way it should. Wish I had time to run a few more tests, just to be absolutely sure. At this weight, if a joint locks, I'll be crippled, even if I were fighting a street thug. It's a risk I'll have to take. Worst comes to worst, I'll break before the armor does. At that point, I don't think it'll matter all that much.
I'd feel better about it if I had any kind of back-up plan. That's one of my calling cards, after all. But there's no running from this one, no escape, no way to buy time after a certain point. Unless there's some kind of miracle, it really will be to the death, and, if I can't stop him, if I can't do this, there's no one who can, is there? I'm it. I'm the last line of defense, the only line of defense. I'm sure Joker'd be laughing at me if he knew.
Well. No. There's one more, isn't there? She's watching. I've only just started to find out who she is, who those others are. Looking into that is what I should be doing, but ... there's this, and I can't get away from it. I can't be the detective right now.
No, I've got to be the Dark Knight. That's all there is to it.
Times like these, you're supposed to tell the people in your life that you love them. I don't have to tell Alfred that. I'm sure he knows, in his own way. Couldn't have done any of this without him. Normally, he'd be listening in, but ... not for this fight. He can hear him. And, if worst comes to worst, it'd be better if he can't listen to me die. He's strong, he's seen me go through a lot, but ... not that. Not like that. That's not how a man dies.
There's a man in this armor. I know that. I'm flesh and blood. I'm human, and I can die. But, tomorrow, I've got to be more than that, maybe more than I've ever been.
I've got to put on my helmet, pick up my lance, and show no fear. No audience in the stands, looking down at the lists. No lists or stands at all. The only audience will be the people of the future, and I want them to be cheering. If they aren't, they'll be screaming.
And I'll be screaming with them.
END.
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