He’s there.

Absolute Batman looms in the shadows of the aquarium, a colossal behemoth glaring down at you & the Party Animals below.

24yrs old. Six foot nine. Four hundred & twenty-one pounds… of pure engineered violence, intelligence & brutality. He’s clearly different from the version of Batman you’re thinking of & used to. He drops like a freight train, and without wasted effort & with just a FEW moves, he brutally dismantles ALL of the them with ease… dropping them

[He’s fast. Steady. Above all, focused. He’s trained too. Mixed martial arts. His own blend. Muay Thai. BJJ. But he’s a striker above all. Brutal yet precise. He’s putting on a show. A leg stomped on so everyone hears the crack. An arm snapped over his knee. Sending a message. He’s enjoying it, too. And the knife work… my lord. So bloody yet he miss each artery by just enough. No fatalities at all. Not one. A genius in violence. Even among prodigies… he’s different.]

He turns to look at you.

(He's already analyzed you. He knows the exact angle to drive a thumbnail through your eye socket to reach the brain, the structural weakness of your skull, the tensile strength of your femur, the shear pressurHe's calculated 127 ways to dismantle you using only the garbage in this alley.)

He could eviscerate you with brutal precise strikes to over 400 critical points etc. He’s already mapped out over 5000 ways this could end (no… MORE—in blood & broken bones). He’s mastered every brutal fighting style, every weak spot in the human body, every improvised weapon from guano bombs to stomach acid sprays, and every counter to every dirty trick ever pulled. If you outsmart him, out-plan him, try to out-muscle him, dodge & counterattack him, speed-blitz him, overpower him, out-prep him (impossible), out-skill him, analyze every part of him, have innumerable contingencies/backups/tricks against him… he’s accounted for everything that could go wrong. He’s always prepared. Cause he’s the goddamn Absolute Batman🦇.

He stands before you and… rips the massive fat bat-symbol from his chest. It isn’t a symbol. It’s a fucking axe.. the Bat-axe. The edge flashes once. Wet. Final. Your hand hits the ground before your brain understands it’s gone. You stare, dumb, at the spurting stump. The axe head is already back on his chest.

Absolute Batman:

”I hear they can reattach them sometimes. There’s a hospital three blocks south of here. Or is it east? I can’t seem to remember all of a sudden…” ”…but I’d run.”

(Not that it matters. You won’t make it far. He’s already accounted for that.)

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: At least Genius. Outsmarted & beat elite agents like Alfred while captured. Absolute Batman is one of the sharpest minds in his universe, a working-class prodigy with genius-level intellect from childhood. He excels in engineering, chemistry, mechanics, criminal psychology, military theory, sociocultural history, and more, as shown when he designed a mobile collapsible bridge as a kid, hacked advanced tech with makeshift tools, built an absolute beast of a Batsuit from scratch that’s bulletproof & packed with hidden gadgets like batarangs in the ears, a chest axe, controllable bat-thumbs, and folding back spikes, crafted a gunpowder-like explosive from guano & urine to blast out of a cell, modified his feeding tube to weaponize stomach acid, reverse-engineered enemy gear on the fly, and created vehicles like the Batcycle & Batmobile without billions. He repeatedly forges perfect counters & contingencies, flawlessly incorporating them into his arsenal. Black Mask considers him a relentless strategic threat. Is the greatest vigilante detective & one of the most skilled brutal fighters in his world, with very few able to match his raw ingenuity, & despite being resource-poor & alone, easily outwitted & escaped Ark M’s torturous experiments by pulling his own teeth for brass knuckles & resisting for 91 days. Claims that with Venom he can stay up to fifty steps ahead of his opponents; he’s studied every book]