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Batman: Eternal: Episode Thirteen - Deathstroke

by Mockingchu

Mockingchu Batman and Penguin battle Deathstroke, and learn more about the grand plan.
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Deathstroke began to walk towards Batman. “Bad Moon Rising” continued to play from Oswald’s speaker, adding a sense of comedy to the mix. But Batman was terrified at the same time.
“Batman, we both know why I’m here,” Deathstroke said, “Now step aside or I’ll slice you in half.”
“I won’t let you touch Oswald,” Batman said.
“You don’t have a choice,” Deathstroke scowled. He marched past Batman. Batman just moved out of the way, shocked by Deathstroke’s powerful aura.
“Oswald, he’s coming!” Batman shouted into his comm.
Deathstroke hopped off of the roof, and landed with a thud on the ground right next to Oswald’s front door.
Oswald was there, ready to greet him. The front door was wide open, and Oswald was aiming his cold gun at Deathstroke, with a sly grin on his face.
“Don’t cross me, bastard,” Oswald quipped.
“Oh, Oswald,” Deathstroke said coyly, “I have nothing personal against you. But you know what you did.”
“I did nothing to Roman!” Oswald roared.
“But you did. You trashed his name. Then you handed your empire to him out of charity. He looks like a fool. And he’s pissed. Very pissed. So now you get what’s coming. Me.”
Suddenly, Deathstroke felt an arm around his neck. Batman. Batman threw him to the ground, and slammed his foot against his chest. Oswald prepared the cold gun to fire. Deathstroke swept Batman’s legs out, and shot twice at Oswald with his pistols. Oswald ducked back inside while the cold gun readied. Batman got back on top of Deathstroke, and started punching him mercilessly. Then, Oswald stepped back into the doorframe, and aimed the cold gun at Deathstroke.
“Get off, Batman!” Oswald yelled.
Batman thrust himself off of Deathstroke, and Oswald fired a beam of ice at Deathstroke. Deathstroke grabbed Batman, and wrestled him back around in front of him. The blast of icy energy slammed into Batman’s chest, and spread through his veins. He collapsed, and Oswald stared on with his mouth agape.
“Nice try,” Deathstroke said, striding for Oswald. Oswald fired his cold gun away, and it coated Deathstroke’s armor. Oswald then turned and sprinted away. Only a half a minute later, the ice on Deathstroke’s suit melted away completely. But Oswald had already left. Deathstroke marched through Oswald’s house, and found his backyard. He scanned the area, and saw torn black nylon hanging from part of the iron fence around the yard. From Oswald’s shorts. Deathstroke rushed to the fence, and looked beyond. Woods. Deathstroke hopped the fence, and ran into the woods. He looked at the ground, and saw a trail of recently misplaced dirt. Oswald had run through here. Deathstroke followed the trail, and it led him to a stream. From there, he followed damp footprints, until they faded. Oswald had escaped his clutches again. Deathstroke cried out in rage, and collapsed against a tree. He flipped up his mask, revealing a heavily scarred face. He had mostly steely gray hairs, with a few pure white hairs scattered throughout. His right eye was covered with an eyepatch, and had a dull red scar running through it. He ran his hands through his hair, and took a few deep breaths. He had to compose himself.
Deathstroke shakily stood up, and looked around. The sun was almost below the horizon. It would get cold and dark soon. Oswald would die out here. He’d have to circle back to his house. So Deathstroke began to trek back towards Oswald’s home.

Oswald shivered, his teeth chattering. He had his blue button down shirt pulled close around him, with his knees tucked into his chest. He had found a small den that seemed abandoned. Most likely a coyote den. But perhaps the coyote was just out for now. Oswald decided the advantages outweighed the risks, and settled in. If he didn’t hunker down, he’d freeze to death.
Oswald leaned up against the side of the den, and forced himself to sleep. That night, he dreamed of a demon.
The demon was wearing a bright red suit, and had a black skull. The demon was grinning menacingly, and approaching Oswald. Oswald recognized the demon immediately. Black Mask. Oswald tried to run, but he was moving sluggishly. Black Mask caught up, and stopped him from moving. He pulled out a long knife with a twisted black handle, and ran it under Oswald’s chin.
“Oswald Cobblepot. I’ve waited a long time for this. The master and the apprentice. At this point, I’m confused which one of us is the master and which one is the apprentice.”
“I’m the master,” Oswald growled.
“Perhaps. But it started out reversed. It’s funny how this all worked out. I made you. You made me. And now we battle it out.”
“You sent Deathstroke. You know you can’t defeat me on your own.”
“There’s more to the world than just you, Oz,” Black Mask chuckled. Then, Black Mask disappeared into smoke.
Oswald snapped awake. He looked around frantically, and saw a coyote laying on top of him. He was shocked and amazed. The coyote had kept him warm through the night as if he was its young. He stroked its head, and eased out from under it. Then, he scurried out of the den. The sun was breaking into the morning sky, and an eery fog filled the air.
Oswald got his bearings, and took off in the direction that he believed his house was in. He needed to tell Bruce something.

Deathstroke had his mask pulled down over his face as he studied Bruce Wayne. Bruce was in a small cage in the basement of Oswald’s house, with no clothes on. Deathstroke wanted to make sure there were no gadgets hidden away.
“I had theories about who was under that mask,” Deathstroke admitted, while tossing Bruce’s cowl into the air, “And you were always on the list. Not my first guess, but definitely on there. I always thought it was Oliver Queen or something. I figured he faked that shipwreck. I mean, he was shipwrecked almost five years ago, and then Batman showed up twelve years ago. I assumed that he had tried living two lives for the first seven years, but resulting to faking his death by. But I guess Star City’s darling son really is dead.”
“I guess so,” Bruce grunted, “Now what do you want with me?”
“I don’t want anything with you. I haven’t been hired to kill you. Just make sure you don’t give me any reason to.”
“Oh, one day we’ll meet again. One of Gotham’s criminals will call you back in. And I’ll be ready.”
“You’d best hope that I don’t get hired to kill you. You’ll be dead quicker than you can pull out a Batarang.”
“Try me,” Bruce spat.
“Batman! Batman where are you?” Oswald shouted from the upper floor.
“And there’s Oswald…” Deathstroke said quietly, unsheathing his sword.
“Oswald! Deathstroke is down here!” Bruce yelled. Deathstroke whirled around, and charged at Bruce with the sword. But Oswald dove down the staircase, and blasted Deathstroke’s hands with frost. So when the sword hit Bruce, it shattered immediately. Oswald fired the cold gun again, freezing Deathstroke’s shoulder to the cement wall. He then froze the bars of the cage, and Bruce smashed through.
“Let’s get out of here!” Oswald shouted.
“First, we take care of Deathstroke,” Bruce said, marching over to the assassin.
“No, Bruce. You don’t understand. Deathstroke is just a distraction,” Oswald said.
“So you finally figured it out, kid,” Deathstroke huffed, pulling his shoulder out of the glaze.
“Let’s go!” Oswald shouting, bolting up the stairs. Deathstroke flung a knife at Oswald. It tore through his calf, and made him collapse. Oswald tumbled back down the stairs, landing at Deathstroke’s feet.
“I could’ve killed you whenever I wanted. But my failure was all part of the plan. Now it’s time to finish you, Oswald Cobblepot.”
“Back off, Deathstroke,” Bruce said, pushing the man back. Deathstroke drew his sword, and slashed Bruce across the chest. Bruce grabbed the blade, and wrung it out of Deathstroke’s hands. He twirled it around so he gripped the handle, and struck Deathstroke’s face. It tore through Deathstroke’s mask, and gashed his cheek. Deathstroke lunged at Bruce, and rained down punches at his face. Bruce repositioned the sword, and thrust it through Deathstroke’s chest. Deathstroke rolled off of Bruce, and laid limp on the floor.
“What’s the bigger picture?” Bruce asked, standing up.
“Black Mask. He’s come to Gotham as well. He’s going to take over Carmine Falcone’s empire.”
“How do you know?”
“When we worked together, he always talked about how he would one day expand to America. And with Deathstroke being here on Black Mask’s command, and somehow failing to kill me, I knew something was up. Then it hit me in a dream. What better time to come to America? You have a rival Don, and an old enemy in the same city.”
“You and Black Mask are enemies? Then why did you give him your empire?” Bruce questioned.
“To spite him. I had disgraced his family’s name by shaming him in front of his men. I exposed his weakness. Then I gave him my kingdom in mock pity. In other words, we’re not on the best terms.”
“So he came to Gotham to take over Falcone’s mafia, as well as getting rid of you,” Bruce said, putting the pieces together.
“You got it,” Oswald nodded.
“Falcone’s downfall would be great, but he’s not going down without a fight. There’s going to be a war.”
“A war between two of the most powerful criminal empires in the world,” Oswald sighed.
“That can’t end well,” Bruce said.
“It won’t. We need to prepare. Call that Red Robin kid you told me about. And… damn I wish Batwing was still here.”
“Me too Oz. But I’m sure he’s plenty busy in Nairobi. It will just be you, me, and Red Robin.”
“Against two empires,” Oswald said.

Batman was perched atop Wayne Tower. Penguin stood behind him, cold gun in hand. Suddenly, Red Robin materialized out of nothing.
“What the hell?” Penguin shrieked, stumbling away from Red Robin.
“Hello Oswald. Hello Bruce.”
“How do you know who I am?” Penguin asked.
“There’s a small scar through the stubble on your chin in the exact same spot as Oswald,” Red Robin shrugged.
“Nice to see you here Robin,” Batman grinned, standing up.
“Red Robin,” Red Robin corrected, “And technically, I’m not here.”
“But you are,” Penguin said.
Red Robin opened his arms. Penguin attempted to poke him, but his finger went straight through.
“A holographic image transposed onto the Earth’s surface from the Drake Satellite I launched,” Red Robin chuckled.
“He’s pretty smart,” Batman commented.
“Yeah, no shit,” Penguin nodded.
“Sorry I can’t be here in person. I’m afraid that the Redwing is down.”
“Redwing?” Penguin inquired.
“My jet,” Red Robin answered.
“Geez,” Penguin said.
“It’s fine, Red Robin,” Batman said, “We just need your tech expertise. Can you hack all of the cameras in Gotham city?”
“Can I hack all the cameras? Bruce, what do you think I am, a neanderthal? Of course I can hack the cams. Just give me a sec… And done! Accessing your cowl and sending you the feed.”
“He can just hack your cowl like that?” Penguin asked.
“I guess so.”
Suddenly, tiny little boxes appeared in front of Batman’s eyes. All of the city’s cameras.
“Red Robin, identify any abnormalities,” Batman ordered.
“Don’t you usually use your suit’s tech for this menial stuff? Or Alfred?”
“You’re better,” Batman mused, “Alfred’s not too keen with all of the hacking.”
“Found some new faces. They don’t look too friendly,” Red Robin said.
One of the boxes enlarged, revealing a man in a red suit with a group of people armed with guns following him. The man had slicked back black hair, and a nasty scar circling his eye, with a slash across it. The people behind him all wore black skull masks.
“More faceless villains,” Batman muttered, “It’s the Nobodies all over again. This city has seen enough terror. It’s time to end this war before it ever begins.”
“Let’s get to it,” Penguin said.

NEXT TIME ON BATMAN: ETERNAL...
Batman dropped from above, and slammed on the street in front of Roman Sionis and his group of black masked villains. Roman shrieked, and stumbled backwards.
Roman’s men all raised their machine guns, and fired away at Batman. Batman hid behind his cape. Then, Penguin rushed out from an alleyway.
"Hey Sionis. Miss me?"

“So this guy claimed to have taken over the entire Gotham underworld?” Gordon asked, astonished.
"Sionis means business. He sent an international assassin to off Penguin."
"Whaddya need from me?” Gordon grunted.

“Batman, Penguin, Amanda Waller will be here shortly,” the woman informed them, "She's bringing in Task Force X to combat the False Faces."
"What's Task Force X?"
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