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When they arrived at the Titans' Tower, Beast Boy was still high on excitement. He jumped off the bike before it even stopped, flailing his arms like a lunatic as he recounted the story at breakneck speed.
Beast Boy: "GUYS! You missed some CRAZY SH*T! BATMAN—the legendary Bat, the stone-faced, the master of tactics and shadows—got challenged to a one-on-one fight by Blade! Yeah, no joke! This lunatic right here stood there all chill and said, 'Come on, Batsy, let's see who's got the bigger balls!' And believe it or not, Batman AGREED! Midnight! An epic showdown! BATMAN vs. BLADE! Everyone's betting on the Bat, but me? I'm putting my money on our psycho in Violent!"
As Beast Boy rambled on, Blade strolled in behind him with calm steps, raising his hands like a rockstar walking onto the stage.
Blade (with a cocky grin): "Oh, come on, don't make it sound like it's something unusual! Am I the guy who backs down from fights? Am I the guy who runs away? Hell no! I'm the guy who challenges Batman in his own damn cave, sneaks a peek at his fancy car, and walks out alive just to come back here and order a pizza! I'm the hero with no cape! The man who stares into the abyss… and the abyss gets scared sh*tless!"
Cyborg was watching them, shaking his head in disappointment.
Cyborg: "Man, every day with you is an unscripted action-comedy..."
Blade (cutting in): "Oh, no, no, no! Not just any comedy! A goddamn Oscar-winning masterpiece starring yours truly—the unkillable man with a d*ck the size of an elephant! Oh, by the way, can someone get me a tux? I wanna look sharp while I kick Batman's ass tonight!"
Raven, who had been sitting in the corner reading a book, couldn't stop a small smile from forming on her lips—but she quickly hid it behind the cover.
That's when Robin stormed into the Tower, angrier than anyone had ever seen him.
Robin (furious): "BLADE! HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE BATMAN?! HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?! THAT'S BATMAN! BAT-MAN! He's not just some random guy—he's the greatest detective and tactical fighter in the world! You don't stand a CHANCE against him!"
Blade was sprawled out on the couch, feet up on the table, casually munching on a slice of pizza like he was at a family picnic. He raised his hand in a "calm down" gesture as he chewed slowly, then flashed a smug grin.
Blade (mockingly): "Oh, Robin, Robin, Robin… listen, I get it. You grew up under his wing, he's like your bat-daddy or whatever, but come on… Have a little faith, Bird Boy! It's okay to admit that your caped sugar daddy might struggle a bit when facing someone like me—a man with no rules, no fear, and zero f*cks to give!"
Robin's fists clenched tighter, his face turning red with anger.
Robin (furious): "You're joking, right?! You're just a clown with healing powers! This isn't a real fight—it's just another one of your chaotic sh*tshows! You won't even TOUCH Batman, let alone beat him!"
Blade chuckled, then slowly stood up. He walked up to Robin, placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked him dead in the eyes—his smirk filled with nothing but pure provocation.
Blade (grinning mischievously): "Robin, my dear… I had no idea you were this scared for your old man! Do you want me to call it off? Want me to go to him and say, 'Sorry, Mr. Batman, your little sweetheart here is too scared to see you get your ass whooped, so I'll be a gentleman and let you off the hook'?"
Robin angrily shoved Blade's hand off his shoulder.
Robin (shouting): "This isn't fear, it's reality! You will NEVER beat him!"
Blade raised an eyebrow, took a step back, and placed a hand on his chin as if deep in thought.
Blade (calmly): "Hmm... You know what? You're right. I won't be able to defeat him..."
Robin felt a brief moment of triumph—one that vanished the instant Blade finished his sentence.
Blade (grinning wickedly): "Because I'm gonna fcking destroy him*!"
Beast Boy was struggling in the background, barely holding in his laughter, while Cyborg facepalmed in pure disappointment. Raven, on the other hand, remained silent, but there was the slightest glint of amusement in her eyes as she watched Robin slowly lose his mind over Blade.
Frustrated beyond belief, Robin punched the wall before turning around and storming off, muttering curses under his breath. Meanwhile, Blade spun to his imaginary audience, raising his hands dramatically.
Blade (in a theatrical voice): "Well, dear viewers who live for my suffering, stay tuned for tonight's legendary showdown! In one corner, we have the brooding Bat in his fancy pajamas! And in the other, the unkillable bastard fighting for an honor he never had! Who will win? Who will lose? And most importantly... who's gonna regret their bet? Oh, wait—it's Robin! Robin's gonna regret it!"
Then, he turned to Raven and winked.
Blade (teasing): "So, tell me, oh little witch, you betting on me, or are you also part of Team 'Oh no, it's Batman, we're all gonna die'?"
Raven raised an eyebrow and replied coolly, "I'm just betting that you'll destroy half the city in this fight."
Blade laughed, puffing out his chest proudly.
Blade: "And what better way to make it a night to remember?"
As Blade chuckled, he suddenly felt something wrap tightly around his ankles. Before he could react, he was yanked off the ground and violently dragged out of the tower!
Blade (yelling as he was pulled away): "OH SHIIIIIT—THINGS WERE JUST GETTING INTERESTING, AND NOW I HAVE A REACTION IN MY PANTS!"
He crashed onto the pavement outside, rolling across the asphalt before swiftly jumping back to his feet, dusting off his clothes like nothing happened.
Standing in front of him was Robin, his stance firm, his expression sharp and filled with determination.
Robin (coldly): "You've crossed the line, Blade. You treat everything like a joke, but this isn't a game! You're not a Titan if you keep acting like this!"
At first, Blade simply raised his hands mockingly.
Blade (grinning smugly): "Ohhh, little Robin wants to fight? Well, listen, kid—I don't usually beat up children... unless they've got a big stick like the one in my pants."
But Robin didn't wait—he lunged at Blade in an instant, launching a rapid series of punches and kicks, each one precise and powerful, the result of years of training under Batman himself.
And that's when something shifted in Blade.
His eyes changed—from playful to focused.
His body moved with an eerie smoothness, dodging each strike with terrifying precision.
He wasn't just fighting back—he was analyzing. Studying Robin's every move, every strike, every step.
Blade (low voice, calculating): "Fast... but predictable. Attacks in triple combos... relies more on agility than strength. He follows Batman's fighting style, but he's less efficient..."
Robin pushed himself harder, increasing his speed. He leaped into the air and spun, delivering a sharp roundhouse kick. But Blade simply leaned back at an unnatural angle, letting the attack sweep harmlessly over him.
Blade (calmly): "Oh, that was a good one. But..."
Before Robin could react, Blade grabbed his wrist, twisted his body with inhuman speed, and flung Robin into the air before slamming him down onto the ground with force.
Robin struggled to get up, but Blade placed a firm hand on his chest, keeping him pinned. He leaned in slightly, his confident grin sharp and unwavering.
Blade (low, but chillingly serious): "Robin... You might be the leader of the Titans. You might have been trained by the world's greatest detective... but you're not stronger than me. You're not faster than me. And you sure as hell don't have more real fight experience than me."
Robin panted heavily, realizing that Blade wasn't joking anymore. This fight wasn't like anything he had faced before. This man—despite his constant jokes—was dangerous.
Blade stood up, then casually extended a hand to help Robin up.
Blade (smirking): "But don't worry, Bat-boy… I'll give you another shot in the next fight against Batman. Maybe you'll do better next time."
Robin smacked his hand away, rising slowly while wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. He didn't say a word, but the look he gave Blade said everything—this wasn't over.
Robin attacked again, his strikes becoming wilder, more aggressive. But Blade remained unfazed, dodging every blow with a detached coolness, as if watching the fight in slow motion. He didn't retaliate—he simply evaded, almost like he was letting Robin burn through all his frustration.
Robin (angry): "You mock us all the time! You act like you don't care about anything! But the truth is, you're alone, Blade! We—the Titans—we took you in as family! And you don't even appreciate that! Keep this up, and you'll be left with nothing!"
At that moment, Blade's entire demeanor shifted.
His smirk vanished.
His eyes darkened—cold, unreadable. As if Robin had struck something deep within him.
Blade (low, almost whispering): "Family? Family?"
Robin hesitated for just a second.
Blade didn't give him another.
In a flash, he closed the distance between them—moving too fast for Robin to react. Without warning, he clamped his hand around Robin's face, fingers digging in with an iron grip.
Blade (quiet, but terrifyingly lethal): "Don't talk to me about family."
Then, with sudden, brutal force—he lifted Robin off the ground and slammed his head into the pavement with bone-rattling impact!
The sickening crack echoed through the area, drawing the attention of everyone inside the tower.
Robin gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs, the ground beneath his skull fracturing from the sheer force of the hit. His vision blurred, dizziness overtook him, but still—he refused to stay down.
He tried to push himself up.
Blade still had him.
Blade (low, but filled with a cold, buried rage): "You didn't watch your parents die in front of you as a helpless child."
Robin was slowly lifted off the ground again, his body aching, his breath ragged. But what truly shook him wasn't the pain. It was the look in Blade's eyes.
This wasn't a joke anymore.
This was real pain.
Blade (his voice sharper, rawer): "You never had to sleep on the streets, starving, freezing, while the so-called 'heroes' and 'villains'—the ones you call 'family'—never even fucking bothered to look your way!"
With a sudden shove, Blade sent Robin crashing onto the ground once more. But this time, he didn't follow up with another attack. He just stood there, breathing slowly, trying to rein in the storm inside him.
Robin, despite the pain, pushed himself up, one hand pressing against his throbbing head. He looked at Blade, and for the first time, he truly saw him.
Not just the cocky, reckless bastard.
Not just the unkillable madman.
But someone drowning in an ocean of anger—anger wrapped around something deeper. Something heavier.
Pain.
Robin (quietly, realization sinking in): "Blade..."
But Blade didn't answer.
He just turned away and started walking, ignoring everyone.
As he put more distance between himself and the fight, he glanced up at the dark sky, exhaling slowly.
Then, in a hushed voice—one that wasn't meant for Robin or the Titans, but for someone else entirely—he muttered:
Blade (whispering): "Well, shit... looks like the writer decided to make me dramatic today."
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