Chapter 45: Buried on a Sunday

Harry Potter just wanted to get the number of the bus that just reached out and hit him because he had a feeling that it was very powerful. Never the less, he was pulled through the busted wall and came face to face with a horror that would mortify many people out there. The green eyed wizard tried not to back down from the evil that he faced but never the less, even he had to take pause.

There was no time to be taken off guard, a lesson that he learned an extremely hard and painful way, as he was slammed down to the ground hard.

That hurt, even without the watch that he had to wear, the watch that blocked most of his super human gifts. That watch that he needed to ware, so his CORE did not reach critical mass and reach a really big boom, that hurt, a lot, more than he could ever think.

He shook his head, the breath knocked out of his body, and he could see the looming figure over him.

'Is that….OH SHIT!' Karen yelled, when she registered who Harry was dealing with. Even at full power and even without the lingering injuries that he had, this was not going to be a picnic to say the least. It's really going to bad times, considering the watch that he had to wear to prevent his magical CORE from exploding because of the unintended effects of him bonding with the Deathly Hallows. If he was at his full power, he could have died, because of the side effects that he experienced with being merged from the Deathly Hallows.

Hermione in particular was struck dumb beyond all words. The brunette bookworm had long since passed the point where she could logically freak out, but the fact of the matter was, this was the thing that she was just literally reading about.

Now the fact that her master came face to face with Grundy, that did not improve her mood any.

The breath was driven from Harry's body and he was pretty sure something loose was rattled from his head. He felt something wrap around his throat as the monster tugged Harry to his feet with a fierce force.

Harry struggled against the grip and he could see that Grundy had a large chain wrapped around his throat. The wizard struggled, trying to break free.

He had to summon some strength within him. Taking off the watch was an idea that he considered, but he already did that way too recently. Plus, given the energy he could feel from this creature, he wasn't sure if it would make that much of a difference.

The creature gave a grunt, as Harry went straight for the eyes with a conjunctvitus curse. He didn't normally use magic as Nightwing unless it was an emergency. This qualified as an emergency.

Of course, he only loosened his grip with the chain, he did not completely break it. That was not good times for him. He struggled against the titanic grip of the monster as he was dragged around, the air was loosened from his lungs. The next growl just underlined how problematic this entire situation was.

"BORN ON A MONDAY!"

Crash went Harry, at least he let go of the chain somewhat. But his large foot was put down on Harry's recently bruised ribs and that added to his agony.

The zombie was backed off slightly, after Harry gave him a hot foot but he received a chain to the face for his troubles.

That really smacked him back to life and Harry shook his head, trying in vain to clear the cobwebs. He figured that a concussion was inevitable and his blurred vision added to the pain. Grundy continued to move forward, knocking him around.

"CHRISTENED ON A TUESDAY!"

'The poem, of course, someone might be controlling him,' Hermione whispered, shaking her head, finally regaining the ability to talk.

'Yes, I figured that out about a minute ago, bloody good lot of help that's doing me,' Harry said, maneuvering a crate into his path so Grundy could punch the crate instead of his face.

Unfortunately, that only gave Harry a momentary moment of relief. Grundy was really attached that that chain which wouldn't be that much of a problem if said chain wasn't really attached to Harry's throat and the wind was knocked from his lungs. Closing his eyes, Harry was dragged around like a dog by Grundy.

"MARRIED ON A WEDNESDAY!"

Harry was hurled through the wall with reckless abandon, leaving a second identical hole.

Harry could hear bond chatter but he could not make out words. Thankfully his skull wasn't crushed. Although he should move out of the way of Grundy's foot to prevent that from happening once again.

His large oven pan like hands squeezed around Harry's head and he slammed into the ground once again, the wind blown out of his body. Harry struggled and he could see Grundy's face up against his again. There were a few warbling words that followed what the man said next.

"TOOK ILL A THURSDAY!"

Harry avoided getting his face stomped in and winced, his previous injures from the battle with the Ex-President Gang being aggravated. He bit on his lip, trying to soldier through the pain and get back into the swing of things. It wasn't going to be easy.

Things moved so quickly, it must not have been five minutes, even though it felt like five hours where he was standing. He ignored the throbbing that resounded through his head, the loud thump, thump, thump.

It was time to formulate a battle plan and he cleared his head, with Grundy looming over him like an ever present force of nature, ready and willing to go in for the kill.

'For the record, I'm open to suggestions,' Harry thought to the girls over the bond, trying not to sound too desperate but if that wasn't a folly, he didn't know what was.

Black Canary quickened her footsteps, she knew that the fighting had gotten intense. The police were handling it. She had her mission to do, and mostly blocked off her thoughts for the rest of the world.

She had seen the Church after it had been torn down, it used to be a nice place and now it was once again. Deacon Blackfire was inside; it was time for the blonde heroine to pay the man himself her respects.

She had to deal with a few problems with both the mobsters and the homeless. After taking care of those, she was here and the doors were wide open. Black Canary ascended to the roof and she could hear some frantic bond chatter but she knew by now to focus on the mission at hand. And this was an intense one. Perhaps this was a weird sixth sense type of thing, but she had a feeling of foreboding.

A feeling that something was completely and utterly wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what that was. The blonde was crouched on the rooftop of the Church, ready to make her move, ready to jump down into action.

As loud and insane as it was outside of the Church it was quiet inside. It was about quite as one would think that a Church might have been. In fact, one could argue that it was kind of unsettling with how quiet the church was.

Dinah shuddered despite herself, and slowly made her way inside. She could almost see why someone had took sanctuary in here. It would give someone out in the cold and harsh Gotham City streets a sense of home.

Nothing was too overtly sinister looking at first glance, but Dinah could really get the sense that something entirely was not as it should have been.

'Harry is fighting Solomon Grundy,' Karen informed Dinah and Dinah stopped short, nearly hitting her head from the fact that it jerked up.

'No, shit, the Solomon Grundy,' Dinah thought, this was a name that shook her to the bone and for good reason. It would drive chills down the spine of anyone, sane or otherwise.

'Yes, and the Deacon you're visiting, he was at the library, reading a book about Grundy,' Hermione informed them all, keeping herself together after the initial freak out.

'Why weren't we informed of this?' Faora demanded in an accusatory voice towards Hermione.

'Don't jump down my bloody throat, I didn't think it was important at the time,' Hermione said.

'A person of interest, that you knew was of interest for several hours, looking at a book about a mystical swamp zombie, is important, and you had time to warn us,' Faora said and Hermione was about ready to return fire with another biting comment of her own.

'Enough, please,' Diana said shaking her head. 'Harry is handling the situation, and if this Deacon is controlling Grundy…..'

'Assume that he's dangerous and act accordingly,' Faora said. It was a good thing that she wasn't there or this head of the Church would be without a head.

'So if I take him out, then I remove his hold over the zombie,' Dinah said.

'Har-Zod's holding his own but even he is capable of only so much,' Faora said and it was obvious how she was still agitated by Hermione about holding vital information from the Alphas for so long. Har-Zod gave her a little bit of freedom and this is what she did. If she was in the Kryptonian military, she would be executed for such high treason.

Dinah whistled, the fighting in Ghost Town, Old Gotham, and the surrounding areas continuing off in the distance. Never the less, she had to keep her head up and focused on this particular issue.

'Harry can handle himself,' Dinah thought.

'Well that goes without saying,' Faora said, but she was staring daggers at Hermione through the link.

She stopped at the Chapel area and she had two really big roadblocks ahead of her. One of them had long messy black hair with a beard. He was built like a tank and his companion was even taller. He was bald with a red beard. There was a middle aged man next to him as he stared her down. His appearance gave off the air of someone who was homeless, but he had brand new shoes which ruined that illusion.

"So, the rumors are true, the Black Canary lives in Gotham City," he said with a wide smile. "Either you age pretty well or someone else has taken up that mantle. Which is it?"

The man with the dark beard looked at her. "Looks like we're going to have a new caged canary to play with boys."

Dinah got the implications of what he was saying, but she would not back them from them, not at all.

"And we're done playing, we're going to leave her for the buzzards."

"This is your only warning, let me pass."

"No, you better run for the hills," the larger bald man with the red beard said and he swung his large fist at her preparing to knock her block off.

She dodged the attack and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Her foot kicked him in the back of the leg. It was always the case with the bigger men, take out the legs, and they were the same size as anyone else when on their back.

The large man was next, trying to take her head off with a big kick to the head. It would have nailed her hard but Dinah dodged him, grabbing him, and hurled him into the wall.

The smallest of the three was dropped to the ground and Dinah stepped forward. An eerie chill was in his body.

"Yes, come closer, enter, behold the power that I hold."

Dinah could see him kneeling in the center of the chapel, in the midst of a pentagram drawn in blood. Five dead bodies laid at each point, they looked to be young children, between the ages of five and eight years old, runaways most likely who had been swept into Deacon Blackfire's little game.

"I told you, I told you, I told you, that if you send your children to me, they will be saved. I delivered them from this cruel world, into the arms of our lord and savor….into the arms of someone who will save them. But you see…"

The Deacon smiled, kneeling in the midst of the Pentgram, wearing a wife beater top that was stained in blood, the blood of the children that had rested there. There was an eerie glow around him.

"I have sent them onto a better place, delivered them. I have given them to the lord, and in death, they will help lead us to the promise land!"

Dinah was revolted by the sight and she moved forward to put a stop of it, even though nothing was bringing the lives that he extinguished back. He continued his sickening sermon, the words assaulting her brain like well-placed razor blades.

He landed on the back of her head, nearly taking it off. Dinah was rocked by the attack, and she tried to shake it off.

It was Batman, but he was not himself.

"Batman?"

The punch indicated that he, much like Grundy, was under Blackfire's spell.

"And so it begins, I've got the whole world in my hand."

Vicki Vale had to admit that running head long into the thick of things…..well that was an interesting way to arrive at the scene of the chaos. Kara stood by her side, the blonde watching the chaotic scene intently.

"Well, that puts the riot a while back to shame," Vicki whispered, staring things down with wide eyes and Kara nodded, her mouth snapping open as she agreed solemnly.

They were back a fair distance, give them some credit for utilizing the common sense that they were born with. Hunched behind the cars that the MCU brought it, they were watching the scens of the battle.

The Homeless went down in a heap, as did the Mob.

"Just keep your focus on everything, and point that camera, and get a good shot, as good as you can without getting your head blown off," Vicki told her without taking a breath.

"Right, got it," Kara said, excitement brimming from her voice. They made their way closer, careful not to be seen by anyone. That was the measure of a good reporter. Get the scoop without being seen.

The blonde crouched in the shadows, with Vicki looking at her, and she could hear the voices off in the distance.

"I want them divided off, do you hear me? If they get off out of this area, it will be all of your necks on the line!"

Gordon was taking charge of the scene as swiftly and decisively as he could, directing all of the traffic that he could. Kara watched the scene.

"Focus on keeping the camera steady," Vicki reminded her out of the corner of her eye. Vicki was about ready to go on reporting mode. "And the scene here is intense…..it appears that the GCPD has joined Gotham City and the mob, and this is Vicki Vale on the scene, bringing you exclusive footage of the scene as it unfolds. It's hard to tell what started it, but from the most reliable reports, mob involvement kick off this scene, and it was followed by the homeless defending themselves."

Vicki paused and she could hear the angry voice of Branden and he was arguing with the angry voice of James Gordon. Both were going back and forth about something. Vicki wished that she could get a bit closer to make it out.

"GCPD, despite some problems, is appearing to get the situation under order, thanks to James Gordon," Vicki said, watching as John Jones made his way into the scene to somewhat appease the situation. She could have sworn that John looked at her briefly but he looked away. Perhaps she was seeing things but there was no time to really think about that. Remaining professional, Vicki pressed on with the news report. "I'm live at the scene still, and if you're with me…."

The loud screams of two homeless men could be heard and they barreled towards the barricade, swinging torches like the madmen that they were.

James Gordon was in there quickly, with a shotgun in his hand. He unloaded the ammo, a beanbag at them. It hit both of them in the stomach with two fluid shots before they could make their moves.

"James Gordon manages to subdue two homeless men who have gotten their hands on torches to use as welcomes, they appear to be underneath some mystical spell," Vicki said, biting down on her lip and watching the battle, and Gordon continued to cement his bad ass status after the last riot by diving head long into this one.

Up on the top, Branden was watching, taking a vantage point, a sniper rifle in his hand. He was about to take out anyone who moved wrong. SWAT really was taking advantage of the situation to take all of the pot shots that they needed.

This was a time where Branden was doing his job and people should be reminded that he was good at what he did, if he wasn't a corrupt asshole.

A crack could be heard and he saw that Gordon took out a couple of pieces of Gotham City trash. Good for him, although Branden would have personally used something a little bit more lethal than a beanbag shot gun. It would have point them into line quite nicely.

Then his eyes twisted on the position and he saw her standing there by the barricade. Clear as day, in the light, Branden could see it and he got excited, this was too good to be true.

Vicki Vale was there and he would never get another opportunity like this. Especially considering he could make it look like an accident, and there would never be another opportunity like this.

A malicious smirk went over his face, as he lined up the shot, ready to remove a rather prominent pain from his ass.

Kara smiled. 'Well I'm sure that it should be obvious now….'

'What, that Barbara's Dad is a bad ass?' Zatanna asked.

'Yes, we're really not trending too much new ground with that one but yes….he is one,' Pamela said with a smile.

'Most wouldn't have even stuck their heads into the fire,' Faora said but it appeared that things were getting a bit more intense.

Kara steadily kept the camera on Vicki but she noticed that there was a dot on Vicki's head.

'Sniper,' she thought, and she could see Vicki in the midst of reporting and her mind was on the scene that was around her, as opposed to what was going on behind her.

There was no time to think about this, she had her instincts, knocking Vicki to the ground.

The sniper shot collide off of the police car, ricocheting off of it.

Before Vicki could even catch her breath, Kara looked around, searching for the source and she was not surprised with what she found.

'Branden, of course, of fucking course,' Kara thought, and she decided to take advantage of an opening to deal with this situation. He would not see this one coming, she was confident about that one.

Kara picked up a tiny pebble, balancing it between her hands. Taking a careful aim, she nailed Branden in the head in a flash.

It bounce doff of his tactical helmet but added the nice bonus of knocking him the fuck out.

'Bullseye!' the twins cheered, and they were not the only ones that they were amused by that attack.

"What was….we were shot at weren't we?' Vicki asked and she could see the fighting die down a little bit.

"Yeah," Kara confirmed and Vicki smiled.

"It's a good thing that you were able to see what was happening around us," Vicki said, as she could see Kara steady the camera. "As you can see, and as this reporter has experienced, it's a war zone in Gotham City….."

Kara had to admire Vicki getting back on track from where she was, but that was just what it was like to be a reporter.

Harrison and Morgaine turned up, both of them having smiles on their face. Morgaine turned her attention towards Harrison and there was only one thing that she had to say as they approached the royal palace.

"We're here," Morgaine told him.

This was where Titania held Royal Court. One would have to have pretty high expectations that were almost unattainable not to be blown away by such an amazing location.

"Wow," Harrison said, he rarely let his emotions get away from him but this was one of those times where he was going to have to make an exception.

There were different types of magical creatures fluttering around in the air. The Sidhe in particular looked very breath taking, although there was some kind of sinister looking aura to them. That being said, it still was borderline difficult for them to look away.

"Well, you would obvious turn a few heads," Morgaine said to Harrison, trying to keep her expression neutral. Sure enough, the various creatures looked at Harrison with interest. But naturally they were not going to move too terribly close to him because Morgaine's presence was something that made them think twice for me.

It was kind of how a lot of the wand wavers acted when Bellatrix just casually walked down Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade as she pleased. Her reputation did proceed her rather well. Or Harry come to think about it as well. They knew not to get too close to him.

He would normally be amused by this but he could not forget the reason why he came here.

At the front gates, they made their way into the palace, which gave off a shining light that was so amazing that it almost burned.

"Well, wow wouldn't begin to cover this place, would it?" Morgaine asked Harrison and he shook his head in negative.

They came across a sight that they most certainly wouldn't see every day. There was a dwarf standing at the gate, dressed as a butler for lack of a better term. Harry raised his eyebrow and Morgaine's mouth twitched into a smile.

The dwarf bowed towards Morgaine. "My lady, it is a pleasure to see you once again. It is not every day that the first born daughter of Ingraine has returned to the land of her Mother's birth. The news has spread quickly to the Court of the Queen of the Fae."

The dwarf paused and his beady eyes looked on that of Harrison's. "And Harry Potter, the news of your legend has spread all across the land. She awaits the presence of both of you in the throne room."

Morgaine nodded swiftly and she joined Harrison, walking next to him, making their way up to the court to see the Queen of the Fae.

"Enter, I've been expecting you."

Harrison and Morgaine entered the palace and saw an extremely beautiful woman that blew their mind. From what Morgaine told him, Harrison knew that she took many different forms during her time. It depended on the season that they were in. Today, she had light green skin, along with hazel eyes that burned brightly. Her burnt golden hair stretched down past her body. She wore bright colors, made of the most extravagant material that fit around her tight body. She was well endowed, especially for the lithe frame.

Her beauty was stunning, if not a bit alien.

Morgaine smiled, she could sense that despite her regal appearance, she had somewhat of a distressful time. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Auntie?"

Nightwing was hanging in the battle, Grundy's iron grip wrapped around his head. It was not a picnic, not at the slightest. He could hear the chatter of the bond calling out to him but there was kind of a problem. It was really hard to focus with a swamp zombie attempting to crush his skull.

Of course Grundy seemed to be contemplating his options and thought was not exactly a prime concept for an ancient swamp zombie. This allowed Harry to close his eyes and catch his breath. He began to lash out, nailing Grundy with a hard shot to the ribs, dropping him down to his knees.

Grundy gave a mighty bellow, a loud growl if you will, throwing his arms into the air. Harry watched his progress, seeing Grundy go for him.

Now that Harry had a chance to, he activated the spines on his gauntlets. Since he was attached to that chain, he was going to make Grundy regret that one, every single step of the way if he could help it.

Grundy gave a loud and pained howl as he was shocked and backed off. Electrocution was something that even affected Solomon Grundy and the monster was launched back with a thunderous explosion.

He dropped Harry and he snapped the chains binding him, freeing himself.

Just in time though as Grundy swung for the fences trying to take Harry's head off with a huge haymaker punch. It could have destroyed concrete if it connected. Harry crouched down to dodge that and Grundy punched the wall. Did not deter him at the slightest but Harry had the added bonus of not having his head taken off.

Harry jumped on Grundy's back and aimed for a spot on his neck. He jabbed him in the neck hard. Grundy growled, flailing around madly. This allowed Harry to swoop in and start to take some pot shots to Grundy's ribs, doubling him over. Each punch caused Grundy to stagger back, grunting and Harry managed to find a sensitive spot.

The swamp zombie doubled over in great agony, and Harry had to move in now, it was now or never.

Harry sprung up and nailed Grundy with a huge curb stomp like blow to the back of his head, bringing him down. Grundy's face collided hard with the pavement.

'So did that take him out?' Diana asked, clenching her hands together quite nervously.

Grundy got up to his feet and Faora offered her own personal assessment of the matter.

'Not enough.'

Harry was able to dodge Grundy. He might not have full access to his powers due to the inhibitor watch he wore, to prevent the damage of his CORE from overloading his body and causing a big explosion, but he still did have full power of his reflexes and more importantly his mind. That was a more dangerous weapon then any of his powers. And he still had a dangerous weapon in the suit.

He closed his eyes and used the gauntlets once again, sticking them in a puddle on the ground that Grundy stepped into.

ZAP! Grundy's hair stood up on end and Harry nailed him with a shot to the ribs, doubling him over in pain. An upper cut punch enhanced with brass knuckles nailed him in the jaw and would have put him on dream street if he was not a mindless swamp zombie.

Grundy looked damaged and Harry slashed at his arm with a violent cutting curse. The swamp zombie, looking enraged, ran towards Harry.

The Swamp Monster hit a field goal like shot to Harry's ribs, punting him like a soccer ball.

Harry winced, he would have to hit the one spot where he was nursing an injury from a previous bout. Healing magic was good but it was really just a super powered pain killer. It didn't prevent the injury from getting re-aggravated until it was healing naturally.

"GREW WORSE ON A FRIDAY."

'And I think he's pissed now,' Donna thought, anxiously clutching the pillow on her bed.

'You think?' Lyta asked, but she nervously watched. She could feel her mother's tension as her father fought Grundy.

Another Grundy kick caused Harry crashing through another wall. He closed his eyes, wincing in agony as he landed on the ground right by the docks. Shaking off the pain, Harry tried to pull himself to his feet.

Grundy wielded a huge butcher knife out and raised it. He slashed at Nightwing with a mighty below.

Nightwing dodged the attack. A second attack was only partially dodged, as the knife sliced through his suit.

Harry winced, as there was blood tricking from a red line on his chest and he staggered back.

'OH COME ON!' Faora yelled, losing her head, a rarity for her. She took a deep breath but her anger completely bubbling to the surface. 'I just fixed that fucking suit, and he damaged it again!'

'Damaged me as well,' Harry grunted, but thankfully the suit hit most of the brunt.

He could see the fire surrounding them. It was consuming the area around Ghost Town and now reached the fight scene between Nightwing and Grundy on the docks. Things were about to get hot in more ways than once.

Crouching down to dodge the butcher knife, an idea formed slowing in Nightwing's mind. He had to time this one right but if he did….he would have him. He really would have him. Blood poured from his mouth as Nightwing took half of a step back.

He had to be careful, the knife cut through his suit. It could not sustain another hit like that.

Harry saw his maneuver, and tangled up Grundy's legs, sending him into the fire.

Grundy got to his feet, set on fire, and Harry smiled at him. He was near the water. Harry fired up the gauntlets on his suit and gave a grim declaration of, "Died on a Saturday!"

BAM!

Grundy was nailed hard and then Harry pulled out two explosive throwing knives. He took careful aim, launching them at the dock by Grundy's feet.

The exploded on impact, seeing the flaming Zombie, along with a ton of the debris down onto the murky depths below. The pained growl could be heard as hit bottom.

Grundy did not resurface and that allowed Harry to take one step forward, sinking down to his knees, the agony of the battle hitting him. That wasn't easy, but it was a satisfying battle.

'Buried on a Sunday,' Amanda, Emily, Lyta, and Donna chanted, before they paused. 'And that's the end of Solomon Grundy!'

Harry could breathe easily but he was sore from head to toe. And it kind of hurt to breath.

"So you deliver your children to me, dressed in rags, and I will deliver them to the arms of the good lord, just like all of the sinners in Gotham City will be delivered to the good lord, for their judgment!"

Deacon Blackfire still knelt in the center of the church, dripping in the blood of dead children, an absolutely horrifying sight. His sermon became more demented, more crazed.

Dinah shook her head, the situation that was around her was grisly, but she had the worry about the Dark Knight Detective that was attacking her. Batman moved forward and tried to punch her.

Black Canary dodged the attacks, she was training her whole life, and Batman was not completely himself, which was a good thing. Because he didn't have full access to his abilities. That being said, getting hit by him would still hurt so she was going to avoid the attacks when she could do it.

"The devil in dragon skin will perish through the flames in Gotham City, and with it, the caged bird will perish at the hands of the bat, who has been brought to the darkness."

Black Canary once again avoided the attacks, and Batman grabbed her around the throat, his fingers clenching around her neck. She gasped with his grip pushing onto her neck.

She grabbed him around the arm and flipped him to the ground. He looked to be out of it, and Black Canary had been training hard each day, every day with some extremely skilled people. The heroine jumped up in the air, going for a punch but she dodged the attack, grabbing Batman from behind and bending his shoulder behind his back.

"Focus," Black Canary told him, trying to bring him to his knees. "Snap out of it!"

Batman didn't seem to be willing to snap out of it, instead he elbowed her.

"I can feel it, I can smell it….burn…..give them a preview straight to the hell that they deserve, from the actions caused by their own….."

A wind blew outside and Black Canary speared Batman hard into the wall. He grabbed her by the ankle but she flipped out of his grip and nailed him with a running kick.

Suddenly, above their heads, the Church Roof suddenly was set ablaze and was starting to crack.

'The fire outside….it must have spread into the church,' Faora thought, as Dinah dodged Batman's attempts to take her out.

"Yes, bring them, for I have protected by the fire once, and the fire will protect me again!"

His words got even more crazed and manic but there were far bigger problems than that. The fire started to spread even more and Black Canary slowly gained the upperhand.

Batman was hungry and drugged, so he was not working to an optimal fighting style. She took him hard with a shot to the ribs.

"Sorry about this, but this has to be done," Black Canary said, grabbing Batman and nailing him with a huge kick to the side of the head.

Batman landed on his back, dazed, and confused, but he got to his feet. Walking right into another kick to the face that knocked him completely out.

'Well that was entertaining,' Zatanna thought, she doubted many people would have bragging rights to knocking Batman out. Even if you had to stick a huge asterisk next to that point.

"Come closer to me, my child."

Black Canary turned around and saw Deacon Blackfire kneeling, not moving. Still dripping in the blood of the children that he slaughtered that was down on the ground.

It was time for her to end this, and she approached him.

A loud creak was heard slightly above her head and she leapt back. He heard it as well, but he didn't move.

The roof started to cave in, the flaming debris flying down all around them, with Blackfire still kneeling in the center of it.

"I will be shielded once again…..the power…I can feel that, the knowledge that I have saved the believers and taken the sinners from this cruel Earth!" Blackfire yelled, as he leaned his head back and rolled his eyes into the back of his head, his arms in a crucifix. "So it is written, so it shall come to pass, the children will flock from this world, and I will be the….."

'Dinah!' Faora yelled urgently and Dinah turned away, as the roof caved in. Moving quickly, she picked up Batman.

"I do not run, I do not blink, for what happens in this next world, my actions in this one will be vindicated.'

Black Canary had Batman over her shoulders, ignoring the last words of Deacon Blackfire as she sprinted from the church. His insidious laughter filled her ears as she made her way, dodging the pieces of flaming roof as she went, managing not to drop Batman.

She barely cleared the church, as she made her way into Gotham City. The sound of fire engines coming out to put out the flames could be heard, and she could see several people, mobsters and homeless, some cuffed, and some on the ground.

A crackle of lightning could be heard and it started to rain. The laughter inside finally stopped and there was only the wind.

Black Canary made sure to get Batman's limp form to a safe place, it had been a long night.