This choice: Turns around to face the assailant • Go Back...Chapter #6Turns around to face the assailant by: batman1   As soon as the sound of bare feet slapped against the floor neared his periphery, the slits on Batman’s cowl narrowed in concentration signifying the always active gears in his head rolling to trigger an instinctive response.
Instantly twisting his body around to face the approaching assailant, he only had time to register her feminine statue before his left arm became a blur of motion.
Catching her by the throat just as she lunged towards him in a feral leap of faith, he easily reversed the forward momentum as her limbs now flailed about wildly in the air around him.
Keeping his feet planted firmly on the ground, the Dark Knight emphatically slammed her down to the floor with his fingers still wrapped around her throat. Taking a knee as her body hit the ground, his grip nonetheless remained tight following the impact as he leaned in closer to get a better look at his would-be attacker.
Any fight remaining in the female left her body as the sickening thud of the one-handed chokeslam against the concrete surface reverberated against her visibly gaunt figure, with the only signs of active movement being her bulging hazel eyes staring out blankly in shock.
Relaxing his one-handed grip over her seconds later as her limbs remained sprawled out, the detective tilted his head slightly sideways to further study her physical appearance.
Unsurprisingly, the most striking thing about her outward appearance lied in her choice of clothing, or rather lack thereof. She was completely nude, with only his draping cape partially obscuring her sagging breasts and unshaved pubic area.
A mess of blonde frizzled hair swept down her damp forehead in disheveled bangs, barely concealing the sores, wrinkles, and other facial blemishes distorting her face.
Neck down, she was the textbook illustration of a drug addict with the most harrowing features being her frail, almost bony feminine form as well as a litany of track marks trailing down her forearms to indicate extreme drug abuse. Her legs, now barely stirring on the floor, resembled fleshy sticks with almost all excess body fat seemingly sucked out her skeleton.
Now scrutinizing her disheveled appearance from head to toe with his Detective Vision, the telltale signs of recreational drug addiction were conspicuous in her internal systems as well.
Returning to his regular vision as she started to feebly raise her head, the addict’s lips began forming a series of incoherent sounds.
Immediately removing his gloved hand from her trachea to allow her to better express herself, he waited for her to regain her breath after being effectively winded by his attack.
“No…..fair,” she finally managed to get out, before slumping back down to the ground wheezing loudly. Her eyes soon drooped after this, with her body following suit and remaining motionless on the floor leaving a slightly befuddled yet determined Dark Knight to investigate what was happening here in the female wing.
And as he stood up, he pondered a firestorm of questions that only his near superhuman brain could process at a time: How did she get loose? What happened to the armed personnel? Were there others here with her who esca-?
“Aarrgghh….” His last question was answered unceremoniously when a searing pain suddenly exploded into his lower back, courtesy of another assailant driving her bony knee just above his waist with enough aerial momentum to compensate.
Staggering forwards in a dazed stupor with the blow doing more than enough to catch him off-balance, Batman righted himself mid-stumble while simultaneously cursing himself for not being more aware of his surroundings.
Turning around on his heel with his cape trailing behind him, the fatigued yet fearless detective cast a steely glare out at his new opponent.
Sauntering out of the shadows, this female inmate landed gracefully on the floor before standing to her feet.
Noticeably taller than her fallen colleague, she sported a much sturdier and lean physique with adequate muscle mass compensating for her drug-riddled flesh. A natural brunette, she was also sans her prisoner outfit yet happily flaunted her full-on nudity.
“Who are you?” Batman demanded, his gruff and authoritative tone easily intimidating the average superstitious and cowardly inmate.
In response, she smirked aloud before speaking in a mature and confident voice. “Tonight’s entertainment.”
“Not for long,” he growled, before reaching for his utility belt to put an end to this peculiar encounter.
Before he could do just that, she dashed forward with sudden purpose in her pace to fight the vigilante head-on.
Lashing out first with a sweeping right haymaker, her perhaps overzealous punch swiped through empty air while a follow-up left cross easily missed the caped crusader by a few inches.
Skipping back to avoid a third punch, Batman’s eyes remained fixated on her attacking stance in search for an opening, which thankfully was presented when she lifted up her front leg and swung her foot upwards in a sudden roundhouse aimed at his neck.
Bobbing and weaving his head out of the kick’s potentially devastating arc as it knifed through the air, he cocked his fist back just as she twirled around to meet him again before delivering a swift right cross across the jaw.
Jolting her backwards with the thunderous blow usually aimed at musclebound male inmates, he observed as she nearly tripped over her own wobbly legs trying to stay upright. With her arms now hanging by her sides limply and her mouth bloody thanks to his metal-capped knuckles, he mistakenly underestimated her groggy state and as a result hesitated while preparing for his next blow to knock her down.
A mistake that she would easily exploit.
In the split second of hesitation as Batman reared his fist back again to deliver a finishing blow, the woman suddenly snapped out of her stupor having played possum long enough to regain her bearings.
Spinning around on her heel while lifting up her back leg in a lightning-quick blur of motion, the inmate intercepted Batman just as he was about to attack with a back spinning heel kick that managed to catch most, if not all of his unsuspecting cowl.
As soon as her bare heel smashed into his cheekbone, the Dark Knight’s neck jolted sideways as searing pain now blossomed in the right side of his unprotected jaw.
Caught off-guard by her display of martial arts prowess, Batman reeled back instinctively creating some distance between them while gingerly touching the now throbbing blotch left on his skin.
Now leaning against a security console with surveillance monitors of the entire female ward, he ignored the pain for now and merely refocused his attention on the now leering woman.
“Well ain’t that a kick in the head?” she taunted, wiping away a crimson line trailing down her lower lip while flashing him a coy grin.
Batman merely narrowed his eyes, before calmly raising his hand and beckoning her forward with a come-hither motion.
Only grinning further, she took off in a frantic sprint designed to catch him off-guard yet again.
No stranger to her offense, the detective quickly formulated a counterattack in his head just as she was upon him.
“Hah!” Her intended running jump kick aimed at his torso was easily sidestepped by Batman, watching as her foot instead collided with one of the computer screens.
Quickly regaining her footing, she turned towards him with fists raised only to be greeted by a swift backfist that knocked her awry into the keyboard.
Spitting out a mouthful of crimson before seething at his reflection in the computer screen, she quickly whirled back around towards the stoic hero. Flashing him a bloody grin before aiming another lightning-quick roundhouse kick at him.
Her smug expression, mired in the fact that she had landed a kick before, soon morphed into horror as Batman’s left hand sprung up and easily caught her ankle still in mid-air, mere inches away from his cowl.
Now with the Dark Knight’s ironhard grip over her outstretched leg, the inmate's eyes widened in surprise as her raised toes wiggled nervously in the air inches away from their intended target.
“My turn,” he told her simply, before lifting up her entire body weight with only one arm and hurling her to the floor while exerting minimal effort.
The back of her head collided hard against the wall as her drug-riddled body hit the floor courtesy of the detective’s one-armed throw.
Moaning inwardly as her head slumped down from the hard surface, her pitiful writhing on the floor while clutching her bruised torso did little to make her sympathetic in the Batman’s eyes.
Glowering down irritably at the woman who had caused an unexpected inconvenience in his investigation, he promptly kneeled down and grabbed a handful of her untamed black locks.
Hoisting her back up to her feet, he then savagely slammed her face directly into the keyboard with the same hand forcing her to bend over against the computer desk.
Grabbing hold of one of her flailing arms with his free hand, he violently wrenched it backwards behind her back in an inverted wristlock to curb any further resistance.
Initially screaming out in pain as Batman continued to twist her forearm in an unnatural angle towards the small of her back, she defiantly gritted her teeth to hold in further yells despite the excruciating pain in her elbow joint.
“Talk! Where are the guards?” he demanded, barely containing his impatience.
Despite the vice grip she was currently locked in, she tilted her head sideways to look at him and flashed him another sultry smirk.
“Gee Batman, if you wanted it rough you only had to ask,” she almost laughed despite wincing, referring to the naturally submissive position she was in before her eyes flickered knowingly behind him. “Good thing she brought something for that.”
“What are you-?” Before Batman could finish his sentence, a blinding pain suddenly dimmed his vision and caused his world to fade to black.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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