The hallways were still a bit dark, and it would be a while before power could be fully restored after all the damage. This gave Batman an advantage of stealth to be sure, but darkness is a neutral ally, helping friend and foe alike.
"Oracle, any feeds on the CC cameras? Detective vision is still down, damaged durring the fight with Joker" Batman radioed.
"Got nothing Bruce. Most of the cameras were scrapped durring the craziness, and the signal is too weak from the rest for picture. You're on your own. Are you sure that is such a great idea? I think Dick might be able to..."
"No Oracle. I need Nightwing and Robin on standby in Gotham. There is no telling how many inmates made a break for it durring the Joker's plan, and I don't want Gotham unprotected while I finish up here" Batman ordered.
The comms system began to fade out with the signal that the battery had run dry, likely also damaged in the fight. Caution would be a must, he thought as he entered intensive treatment. Several inmates and guards alike lay on the floor, their necks twisted at odd angles, clearly broken with some signs of strangulation: the new Copperhead's MO. He'd encountered the previous one, a brazilian woman, years before, and she had nearly killed him. This new woman, an unidentified redhead, was living up to the legacy thus far.
Out of the darkness leapt a lithe redhaired woman dressed in a gold one piece and red tights, landing a firm leaping roadhouse to the side of Batman's head. He swept his cape at her as he staggered to the side, but she merely giggled as she roll to avoid it, springing onto his back. Batman quickly grabbed hold of her, leaping to the side to slam her into a wall, but she quickly manuevered, contorting and sliding through his grasp. She slithered and snaked her way around his body as he tried to get ahold of her, when suddenly he saw an opening......and found his hands bound! She'd taken a line out of his utility belt and tied his hands behind him with it, snaking the line around him to keep it bound tight.
"Snakes eat small mammals, everyone knows that. You may think of yourself as a bat, but to me, you're just a succulent little mouse" she teased, snaking her legs around his neck and squeezing. The neck of his cowl, ordinarily strong enough to stop strangulation, was cracked and torn from the fights in the asylum, and he hadn't had time to get another batsuit ready. He cursed his stupid desicion to go back in without regearing as the shredded neck of the cowl did nothing to prevent Copperhead's python-like legs from cutting off his airway.
No batarangs, all used up. She pulled his chin up to get her legs wrapped tighter.
Smoke and explosives, stuck in his utility belt, out of reach. The soft yet firm feel of her legs squeezing him to death began to be all he could think about.
No back-up. "Shhhh....relax. Just give it up, let your struggling slip away...."
Slowly, Batman blacked out in the embrace of Copperhead's legs.
"Hmmm.....what should I do with you now I wonder?" Copperhead aked herself.
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