The man continued to sit on Batman for a few minutes, until he had an idea. He stood up off the hero and smiled down at him.
"Your supposed to be a great fighter aren't you Batbitch," the fat man asked. "How about you fight me and we'll see how good you really are."
Batman was surprised once again. No matter how big this man was, he had to know he couldn't beat the hero in a fight. He was a master of several martial arts after all. Sitting up on the couch, Batman agreed to the challenge.
"I'll fight you alright, I need to get you back for the false report and what you did to me," Batman said. "Once I beat you, I'm taking you the police."
The fat man's smile got even wider hearing that. Wasting no time, he grabbed Batman and threw him over his shoulder. Batman was slightly alarmed at how easily the man was manhandling him. The man carried Batman to the back of the house, to a big empty room. There was a thin wrestling mat that covered the floor, but that was all. Batman was suddenly introduced to the mat, when the fat man slammed him down on his back.
Batman had a little wind knocked out of him, but he was able to stand up easy enough. Standing across from him, the fat man still had that smile on his face.
"Okay Batbitch let's get started," the man said, "I'll even let you go first. Though you should know, you aren't the only guy to be brought back here. I've beaten loads of guys in here."
Deciding to try and end this quick, Batman charged the fat man. He jumped up and hit the man with a spin-kick, directly in the gut. He looked at the man, and he hadn't moved a single step. He scratched the spot he was kicked, and asked Batman if he was gonna attack anytime soon. Angry at the man's question, Batman launched into a flurry of attacks. He hit the man's stomach and chest with a combination of punches and kicks.
He stepped back to gauge the damage he had done, and was shocked. The fat man was just standing there yawning while he scratched his ass. He noticed Batman staring at him and smiled once again.
"Why'd you stop Batbitch," he asked. "That stomach massage was feeling great." He let out a big laugh and continued on.....
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