Ch 2 Fight club

Copplepot the most ruthless business in Gotham, the flat footed gang banging gold tooth pirate and his fleet of hired muscle. He was my employer, our relationship was simple and uncomplicated. Nothing like the other people who tangle with him. I fight in his ring till I drop and he pays enough money to survive. Except when he has to divert his attention to other business that aim to meddle in his affairs. It's been a good month of no work from him, the Batman found out about his sex trafficking ring and decided to shut it down. Fucking Bat.

Mr. Copplepot took him around the back to where most of his payroll bitches lay. Beaten by the Bat. "Be quick about it " he says gruffly and closes the the steel door. I grunt and as the darkness closes around me, I give it a minute and then my hands glow a vivid light blue. I walk towards the men and women and begin healing them of every bruise and beating they've taken within the month they've been out fighting the crazed night furry, hell bent and rabid. This is what Copplepot actually pays me for, to use my meta powers to heal his lackeys. The fighting is to make sure I have the ability to stay alive within the streets of Gotham City.

It takes me less than 30 minutes to heal up all 200 men and women and i barely got a sweat going. I leave to go the underground bunker that houses the illegal matches, the ones people pay big bucks to see, the MetaMatch. Where metahumans fight to the death for money, fame, and as well as the occasional glory.

I walk in and pay the $350 dollar toll and walk to the waiting area. I'm broke again, I sigh. Downtrodden I watch the other matches and wait my turn. They're a couple of pretty good fighters like, Killer Croc and Bane. There's also Red Hood participating and that Amazon dropout what'shername. I wait and observe.

A giant grey freak approaches the cage and goes and stands on the fighting ground, " it appears Solomon Grundy has decided to take on a challenger, any takers", the ref states. I raise my eyebrows in surprise, the matches are blocked and randomized for better results in mystery and shock factor. Only VIPs or people in Copplepots pocket and just issue challenges to people. After all, challenges have one big difference between them and regular block matches. The challenger and challenged and wager bets.

" If anyone can beat Grundy my body is theirs for the tonight and all of tomorrow", the crowd shifts and looks around for the speaker only to land on a cheetah print furry with performance issues. The crowds eyes light up with equal parts lust and unease. On the one hand the get to bone the nemesis of Wonder Woman, and on the other hand the have to fight and defeat Solomon fucking Grundy.

I walk onto the mat and face off against the behemoth. The crowd is silent. Shocked. Grundy looks on unimpressed with me. My dirty brown hair, icy blue eyes coupled with my 5'7 height with malnourished and unhealthy body would discourage people from thinking me a challenge. "Leave boy before Grundy kills you…. Eman?".

I pause uncertain at what he just said. Eman. Eman? Eman! …. Oh. Oh!

I smirk and my torn clothes tumble and shift, cover my body until I'm covered in black hardened armor. My muscles bulged and my mass increases till I'm towering over Grundy. Granite like plates occupy and cover every surface of my body, but to me it felt like I was in ultralight clothes. Hardly there and provided no lag.

" WE ARE GRANITE"