Guts vs. Batman

Description
Two mere "human" badasses who have survived and taken on the worse of the worse are ready to clash.

Interlude.
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'GO! '

Fight.
Gotham City, Night.

In the darkest parts of night, not a single soul could be heard walking the streets of the city, a cool midnight breeze whiffed it's way across the black road. The street lights twitched on and off. Overall, it was a pretty peaceful night.

However, this is Gotham, therefore it wouldn't last for long.

And is I could predict the future of my own battles (wink wink), it didn't. The soon disruptor of the peace walked across the sidewalk, his metal boots clanking with the concrete, he walked under the semi-broken street light with him becoming fully visable for a split second. He had a giant sword hoisted over his shoulder, with it being held in place by his mechanical arm. Along with the missing arm, the man was missing an eye. What he wasn't missing, was multiple scars. This was '''Guts, the Black Swordsman. '''

He had never been to this place before, but he had word that Griffth was here. He contiuned walking until he was next to an alley and a common thug hopped out, knife in hand.

"Alright ya freak, hand what you got over and scram!" said the criminal, with as much confidence as he can, which, wasn't a lot. Guts was far more intimating then he expected, hell, he was far more intimating then he thought anyone could've been. He nervously held his knife in hand, shaking. His knife almost slipped out of his hand.

Guts started at him for a moment and simply said "You're in my way, move". The thug held his ground, regrettably. He began to sweat as he said "Not until you give me what I wa-before he could even finish, or react for that matter, Guts thrusted Dragonslayer straight into the thug's chest, killing him almost immediately. Guts removed his mightysword from the scumbag's chest as the corpse fell to the ground. He continued walking until he heard a voice from the rooftops.

"Halt"

Guts sighed and thought to himself "''What now?" ''and looked up to the nightsky. On the roof of a small building, there was a man wearing a cowl with pointy ears and a cape surrounding his body. From down there, it looked like some sort of human-demon hybrid to Guts. "Another demon...you'll join the rest"

The figure on the roof jumped down, his cape swirling in the wind revealing his full body. He landed, and what was revealed was no demon, it was the vengance, it was the night, it was the God Damn '''Batman. '''

Batman looked at Guts straight in the eye, only to hop back a bit. "I may heavily disagree with the morals of the scum of this city, but killing them is not right". Bruce was being careful, he hasn't seen this man in these parts before but he had the look of a pyschopath, killed like one too.

"Look, I don't care if my morals aren't the best, I'm on a mission, and for me to complete that goal....". Guts gave Batsy a stern look, before reading his mighty battle sword.

"you need to get out of my way"

Batman only gave a "Hmp", he wasn't going to let this madman on the loose.

..."so be it".

Guts began dashing towards Batman as he tightened his utilty belt and put his fists up.

BE TOUGH, OR BE DEAD....

ENGAGE!

W.I.P