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Argentine would wake up in the silk sheets of the bed of the Earth King himself. Scott sat beside her bed tending to her wounds. He placed a wet cloth on her forehead after the doctor left patching the rest of her wounds up.

"Oh dear." He said as the guards come stomping up to asses the situation.

Argentine was beaten to a pulp, almost to beyond recognition, unconscious and therefore unable to reply.

Now exposed the King simply closed his fist then punched forward as a stone pillar hit the masked man sending him flying miles away into the city. The fall would likely kill him from that height. With the menace dealt with he knelt down beside Argentine and cupped her face with his hand. "My lady are you alright."

Now above ground in broad daylight The Bat felt naked as if he was exposed. "Your one to talk I was trying to protect her from what you were doing. Snatching up girls just like her and brain washing them. What I did is a small price to pay if it means she can wake up in her own bed and not one of your underground chambers." He jumped towards the king ready to assault him.

"How sad your victory will be short lived." A calm voice called as the king arose. With a flick of his hand the underground chamber was brought to the surface. Extending one finger a pillar the size of a skyscraper held the king high above his opponent. "Such disgusting behavior I wouldn't expect any less from you beating fair young ladies."

As she passed out he grabbed her holding her up by the front of her dress. He dropped her in surprise. "Did I just beat a bender in one on one combat!?" He questioned himself this had never happened before.

Argentine was beaten to a pulp, left in a blood heap on the ground as The Bat got his thrill for bashing up a young woman who was suffering a concussion with no means to be able to recollect or defend herself to bend or roll out of the way. Instead she curled her arms up in hopes of blocking most of the blasts but with little success. She was then knocked unconscious, lying on the ground in an almost unrecognized state. Her life was hanging by a thread.

With the young woman unable to defend herself The Bat begun to strike. He unleashed a flurry of rapid kicks followed by a heavy punch to the gut. However he wasn't done he decided to up the anti of his onslaught as he reached into his belt both hands now adorned with thick steel knuckle busters. He clanged his fists together as the metal sparked clashing on the surface of the cold steel. He then reentered his stance and begun preforming punches to her head each hit harder than the last reenforced by steel.

The young woman was suffering a concussion from the blast, unable to recollect herself let alone defend herself from the assault.