God damn Angstrom.

Mark was doing good in their fight, hell, he was about to win. Angstrom used all of his drones up and Mark had grabbed him by his throat, almost crushing it. But Mark’s morals stopped him from using his full strength, instead, just enough to make it hurt.

Mark couldn’t help but just look at him in hatred, in pure unfiltered rage. Angstrom had given him such trauma from killing him, or so Mark thought, and now he was here, grinning at him.

And what was Mark supposed to do, let him go? After what he did to Oliver, his mom, Eve, and this entire planet? No, not again.

Oliver distracted him when he arrived, yelling at Mark to finish the job.

So Mark stared at Angstrom one last time. “You’ve left me no choice.”

But then something had to go wrong, AGAIN. Not only did Angstrom escape, but Mark severely miscalculated.

Angstrom waved his hand as a drone knocked Mark in the forehead, knocking him away. Angstrom let himself fall as he summoned a portal behind him, ready to fair him away in lddd than a second.

Mark rushed forward, about to grab Angstrom, but he was faster. A second portal flashed open, Mark not having enough reaction time to stop himself, falling right in, the portal shutting behind him.

. . .

Now he wasn’t sure where he was, but he did know his head really hurt now. He hit his head straight on the corner of a building, making him fall right into the street. His ears were ringing, but he recovered from it quickly.

Mark stood up, seeing he was causing traffic, and quickly flew up. He landed atop the building and surveyed the area, trying to find where he was. The city stretched on for a long while, filled with skyscrapers and some suburbs at the same time.

“Hmmmmm…” Mark mumbled to himself, deep in thought. “Fuck, Eve was right. I really needed to pay attention in geography.”

Mark wasn’t sure where he was, or how to get home, but he knew one thing: He would find a way home, and when he does, Angstrom’s head is going on a platter.

Or something, it sounded cool in Mark’s head. Nonetheless, Mark hoped this universe wasn’t too different from his. He didn’t want to talk to some random Man who dressed up as a Bat again.