DC: The Gamer

[1st POV]

Suddenly, explosions sounded from the side, and a wall collapsed onto me.

Judging by the trail, Batman is heading exactly in the direction I'm dodging.

He's still able to adapt, even though his plan fell apart because of one kid.

We got into a fight.

After testing my first few blows on him and a few strikes I managed to miss, he realized he couldn't defeat me with pure strength.

Based on physical stats, I'm better than him right now.

He started dodging and throwing all sorts of metal at me and using ropes, trying to trip me up or immobilize me.

I swapped in a clone.

Batman didn't seem to notice.

I then used Water Gun Jutsu.

It dispersed my clone and slammed Batman into the wall. He threw a couple of batarangs in my approximate direction a few seconds ago, and they exploded.

I pull out the grenades, pull the pins, close my eyes, throw them, close my ears...

The flashbangs I threw in his direction worked.

He was indeed disoriented, and it looks like he didn't calculate everything today with his visors, which didn't help him.

I created three clones, and now we're attacking Batman as a group of four.

He did a good job by hitting one clone and dispersing it. Of course, one of my copies grabbed him immediately and broke his arm in the hold.

Batman used his Taser and dispersed that clone as well. Then, the third clone sent Batman into the wall with a kick.

At the same time, I felt Nightwing had regained consciousness and tried to sneak up on me from behind.

My clone went after him.

Meanwhile, I created another clone and sent him to assist the first one.

After a few exchanges of blows, Nightwing fell due to a lucky shot from the clone on the roof of another building who hit him with a tranquilizer.

The smoke cleared.

I activated "Berserker Mode" and went after Batman who was trying to get back up.

With powerful blows, I nearly drove him into the wall, with cracks sounding both in his ribs and on the wall.

This went on for almost a minute, but he didn't lose consciousness.

I wanted to keep beating him. At that moment, I was already forgetting my plans for the future.

If it hadn't been for the clones that dissipated and got a shred of reason to my mind, I might have seriously injured Batman.

After all, Gotham still needs a protector.

I held him by the throat.

Batman refused to fall to the ground and kept himself conscious.

"Remember this, Batman. I'M A POLICE OFFICER! I live in this city. It's NOT only YOURS! It also belongs to me, Pamela, and Gordon, a drug addict, thief, and murderer from the slums. Even to freaks like the Joker. You're not the lord of this land, no matter the history of your family or yours. It's about time you understood that, Batman. You're not the law, and you're not the ultimate dispenser of justice. You're doing a good thing. BUT. I won't bow to you because of your inflated ego. I won't report to you as if you were my superior, and I won't tarnish the noble title of "law enforcement officer" just because YOU feel like it. I will do everything in my power to protect the residents of this city. Even freaks like Pamela, Harley, Killer Frost, Joker, Riddler, and more because they are also VICTIMS of this city. By the way, it was the same people who killed your parents and other good people in this awful place. You don't like me? It's fine. You don't like the way I do things? That's not for you to decide. If you get in my way or in the way of the police in general, I'll stop you and your protégés even though I really don't want to. I think you should think about the choices you've made in your life. Take that off, who are you?"

Batman remained silent. After a few seconds, he fell unconscious.

I turned off my "Berserker Mode" and laid Batman on the floor, checking his condition.

I even healed his internal organs a bit to make sure he didn't die by accident, but also to make him realize that he was seriously hurt.

Next, I checked on the others.

They were all alive and well... relatively speaking. After that, I called Alfred.

"Hello? This is Wayne Manor."

"Mr. Pennyworth, this is Detective Dinklage. Your boss is currently at the top of an unfinished building owned by a subsidiary of Wayne Industries. I'm sure you're aware of it. They're in bad shape but alive and well and they need assistance. Also, please tell Mr. Wayne that he and family need to get their heads straight before we can have a serious talk. I apologize for the late call and the tone that may have seemed rude. Good night!"

I hung up.

As I was leaving, I passed by Nightwing, who had somehow miraculously come to his senses, and tossed him all the bugs he'd planted on me from my "Inventory."

"You don't need to put them on me anymore. I'm sick of them and I'm sick of your stalking. Good luck to you!"

Afterward, I left.

I got home at midnight, but wildly excited and in a lively mood, Pamela opened the door.

She wanted to say something, but I quickly shut her up with a kiss.

I lifted her in my arms, holding her ass, and carried her into the kitchen, laying her on the table... ripped her clothes off, and roughly started to take her right there.

She struggled for some reason at first, but then she relaxed and helped me.

After fifteen minutes of wild sex, we both reached our peak.

I lay with my head on her chest, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath.

It really was a good way to relieve stress.

"D-darling... ha... look... ha... at the chairs around the table..."

She managed to say.

Surprised by her words, I looked up and saw Gordon, Bullock, Rick, and Renee sitting in those chairs.

Gordon looked embarrassed but tried hiding it from a cup of tea.

Renee was completely red, while Bullock and Rick were grinning.

Rick even added, "Don't mind us—keep going. We'll just sit here quietly."

He said, covering his smile with his teacup.

It's awkward, to say the least...

"So, what exactly did you come for?"

I asked, trying to remain calm.

"We'll drop by tomorrow, I suppose."

Gordon said, then changed his mind after a few seconds.

"Actually, no. You should call Rene tomorrow when you have time, and the two of you should go to the new, temporary police building."

He nudged Bullock in the side and got up, "Thanks for the tea, Miss Isley. Good night."

Afterward, he left with Bullock while Rene, mumbling something incomprehensible, dragged Rick away.

"Pam!"

"Yes?"

Pamela responded without lifting her red face from my chest.

"Is Harley here?"

"Um, no... she went to the movies."

"Shame. Today was her chance. So... you'll have to make up for both of you."

I smiled.

"M-maybe not just me... I could call her?!"

For some reason, Pamela was backing down.

"Nope. We're not waiting for her. She missed her chance. And right now, I need to relieve some of this built-up tension."

To be continued...