Chapter 3 Fighting is fun

The exact second my legs touched the ground, I felt every single bone, muscle, and vein crush under my body weight amplified by the fall, I was just about to scream for the pain, but just as fast as it arrived it disappeared.

Everything regenerated, everything was stronger, and everything felt more... natural.

My mind finally brought me back to the situation I quite literally jumped myself into, just in time to see a knife heading for my face.

Sure I am immortal, but my basic human instincts still made me try to evade the knife.

I said try because the knife didn't pierce my face, but it slashed my shoulder, a small wound, that closed instantly but still tore my hoodie.

Having all of his weight on the pounce, the thief loses his balance and drops to the ground giving me the opportunity to get on top of him and punch his face.

Kids, do not punch unless you know how to.

My hands got some serious damage while punching his face, but the more damage I received the stronger I get, so I continued punching and punching and punching.

*CRACK

The sound of his maw dislocating brought me back to reality, my hands were covered in blood, and the face of the thief was filled with cuts and blood, his maw clearly dislocated and dropping to the side.

I could feel my side regenerating, looking at it I could see several stab wounds caused by the knife that was now on the ground.

I should be disgusted, at my action, because of the state of my hands, by the face of the thief.

But I felt nothing, actually, I felt great, I felt ecstatic as if some kind of energy was filling my body.

Getting back into reality, I hear the sounds of police arriving, and not seeing the woman I realized she must have called the police, so without thinking twice I take the knife and, using my new strength, I climb the wall of the building I had dropped from.

While running away from the area I noticed that I wasn't imagining things, some type of energy was actually filling my body, and it came from my tattoo, and whatever it was it was making my body stronger.

'It came after I had realized I had defeated the thief, does it work kinda like experience in RPG? If I defeat something I get stronger. Sure, let's add something to my already broken ability.'

Sighing I continued my "patrol" on Gotham streets, I have no need for sleep, I can't die, and I can move endlessly, I can go on forever.

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Remember what I said about going on forever? Scratch that bullshit, something had stopped me, something very fucking big and scaly.

Right in front of me is a 6' 5" mass of pure muscles and sharp teeth, his breath smelling like blood and sewer water

But how am I in this situation? Standing right in front of Killer Croc?

I had just beaten a villain trying to stab a passerby and was just about to head back to the roof of the building, when the ground started to rumble and from a nearby sewer entrance the beast known as Killer Croc came out, right behind him a kid with a sword following.

The kid was following Killer Croc, but no one was stopping him from going straight to the building where people live.

As if by instinct my legs start dashing toward the duo, my body moving right in front of the monster.

What am I going to do? The fuck if I know, Will do something? Apparently.

Croc seeing me trying to stop his run raises his fist and aims toward my torso, his hand is as big as my whole body.

It arrived, and it nearly made me fly, but when it arrived, I evolved.

My body became heavier, my muscle became stronger, my bones harder, and everything was faster, harder, and stronger.

Instead of being sent flying in pieces I only took a step back.

Before it could react to my unexpected well-being I swung a right hook straight to its stomach, it didn't injure it seriously, but it hurt, more than it would have expected.

Stopping its rush I continued throwing punches, being more on the receiving end than on the delivering one.

But there was one small difference between us, I can't die, and he can.

Every first made me stronger, tougher, what previously made me stagger or step back, now made me barely flinch, my mind entering a state of mindless rage like with the first encounter with the thief, I had one job and one only, stop this motherfucker from moving forward.

From the outside, the people watching the scene were stunned by seeing a scrawny kid being on the same level as Killer Croc, sure Batman was human, but he didn't do this type of thing.

By the time I had fully adapted, I started throwing more punches, my body weight helping me in being faster than Croc.

After 4 minutes had passed I was able to stun him by delivering a punch to where I guessed his liver was, stunning him and giving me an opportunity.

Without hesitation and now only moving by instinct, I grab the arms of the beast putting my leg against his torso.

*SNAP

Rivers of blood covered my body, all of it coming from the now armless Killer Croc, on my hands two enormous scaled arms could be seen.

Still fueled by rage and instincts, I started moving toward the monster, wanting to make it feel more pain, but my advance was stopped by a sword pointing at my neck.

" I think that's enough." He said.

Green and red, wearing a mask, big R on his chest, Robin, which means... Shit

Panicked by the implications of Robin being here I took a step back, only for someone to block my path.

Here he was, wearing all black, his presence being enough to scare even the greatest villains, his feats putting him on the level of Gods even as a human.

Batman.