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((Oh, dammit. It was supposed to knock him down... Oh, well))

Immediately, he was hit with an uppercut, quickly followed by another punch to the jaw from another angle. What was taking Superman so long?

As he staggered back, an invisible hand grabbed his arm, twisted, and--using his backward momentum-- attempted to pull the arm back into a joint lock. Actually... why had he turned on the cloaking device? He'd been doing fine without it. There had been no reason to think... Except that he reminds you of your BOSS, a tiny, nasty voice told him. Oh, shut up. That's got nothing to do with it.

Terry let go as soon as he felt the lack of resistance, and managed to turn to the side quickly enough to turn the punch into a fairly glancing blow. Then he grabbed the extended arm and, rolling his opponent over his hip, he pulled. If it worked correctly, Prometheus would get flipped rather painfully to the ground, especially since Terry was purposefully making it next to impossible to fall correctly. If it didn't... well, there were several things he could do from that position, anyway. Still, this was really kind of... eerie. He recognized so many of the movements, it was almost exactly like fighting-- NO, it's not. He was better than this guy, for one. But it was eerie. Like this person was... more Batman than Terry himself was. And however much he hated to admit it... that was sort of a jarring thought.

"Does anyone ever take you up on that?" a disembodied voice asked flatly. The right answer, of course, was 'not really', and they both knew it. Ug. Superman. Any second now, it was going to be 20 questions time. Terry almost wanted to keep fighting the weird Wayne knock off. Almost.

Batman didn't have time to process what the man was doing, considering that he'd been looking at Superman anyway, so dodging completely was impossible... completely being the operative word. He did manage a partial dodge, so instead of hitting him in the middle of the chest and punching through, the hook hit him just below the middle of his right collar bone and punched through.

Thanks to a year and a half of broken bones, gunshot wounds, internal injuries, concussions, and lacerations, Terry didn't yell; he just drew in his breath so sharply that it almost sounded like a hiss. He stumbled backward a step... but didn't fall down, either. Actually, if he'd been thinking about it, he would have been pretty impressed with himself.

The suit's already damaged chameleon feature shorted twice, and then it cut out.

...Ow.

Even as his mind hovered on the edge of shock, his uninjured arm was coming up with a cutting tool and melting through the thick wire attached to his grappling hook. Now Prometheus wouldn't be able to pull him anywhere, for whatever that was worth.

((Something tells me that it isn't going to work. Prometheus gave him a whole half second. XP I was actually hoping to get SOME reaction from the Joker, considering that Prometheus just poked a rather large hole (in a non-vital spot, but still) in a Batman.))

((Ah. Very true. Carry on, then.))

((Wait for it. If Superman catches on--and he DOES know what Prometheus is like, so there's a fairly good chance-- both Bats AND Supes will be after him in a matter of seconds.))