and all the mistakes that went on for too long

[kingofrooks]

Who: Batman [kingofrooks] and Sylar/Gabriel Gray [fixesclocks]. Later with a cameo by Re-l Mayer [proxysearch].
When: The night of November 1st
Where: All over the island, especially in the shadows.
Summary: The second confrontation. This time, Sylar loses.
Warnings: Violence, violence, violence.

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aftermath: locked to Re-l Mayer

[kingofrooks]

[ They are at the end of Sector One, and Sylar is unconscious, a collar on his neck. Bruce pulls at his collar and drags him to a rooftop, and he sends a message to Re-l Mayer's NV:

A package for you. Come.

It's easy enough to trace- and identify. Bruce waits, with an unconscious villain around his fingers, for her. ]

[proxysearch]

[This has to be some sort of trick. She gets the coordinates with ease, but the trace leads her to...

No. No, it's not possible. It can't be him. He's dead. He's dead, he's gone, and this has to be some sort of cruel hoax on her. It's not fair. She stares at her NV for a long time before she finally decides to go and approach from a distance.

The sight she sees makes her stomach twist.

She goes down to where they are, approaching slowly, her expression muted and calm. Here was the infamous Sylar...in the hands of Batman.]

[kingofrooks]

[ He drags Sylar over to the edge of the roof when he sees her figure approaching. It has to be her; most monsters don't look humanoid and have wings, and Icarus Wingeds fly in a completely different manner. Bruce tips his head up and watches as she lands.

She's going to be angry. Or even upset. She has reason to be - after all, he has been keeping abreast of the news. He knows about Edgeworth's disappearance. He has been keeping what he feels about it locked away, inside, until Sylar is behind bars and wouldn't hurt anyone else.

A pause, and he nods at her. ]

Re-l.

[ Another pause. Then he nods at Sylar's form. ]

He's fully neutralized.

[proxysearch]

[She tucks the wings away and walks over to them, steeling her heart and her emotions until all of this is over. She looks down at Sylar and makes sure that he's fully secure before she says anything. In her mind, she's still ready for this to be a trick.

Finally, she looks at him.]

How? What did you do?

[fixesclocks]

The day was coming, or was already on him. Until the Bat swept down to meet him, he knew he would continue to be free, but that was all he knew. The painting was compulsive--he could focus on a time or a person, and paint what they would be doing, but interpreting those images was a different matter. It was no video in his mind from which he plucked scenes, there was no explanation between images, no real when to speak of until he interpreted itself, and putting them in series was only barely possible.

Mendez, after all, even though he could not control his power, had painted a future five years from now; a future that would never happen. He had painted certainties, too, ludicrous as some of them seemed. An exploding man.

"I have seen it," he told the shadows, and quietly he followed their paths through the city, going by whim, but knowing that predestination already guided his path. The City herself was his guide.

[kingofrooks]

Was that death that Bruce read from Sylar's echoing voice, resounding amongst the city's shadows, heard and could only be heard by him? He smirked suddenly- and perhaps Sylar could see it. In the shadows, a white flash, like a Cheshire Cat's smile, or even something far deadlier. Batman wasn't showing himself yet. Not yet, not now.

His body was thrumming, filled with Eric Northman's thousand-year-old blood. He had to be careful to not let it overwhelm him, not to become as stupid as to think that he was invincible. No, there were heavier stakes here; much more than to run at Sylar and clap the collar on him. Yet at the same time, this was revenge - not only for killing him, but for gloating about it. For causing pain

[fixesclocks]

Sylar could see it; the mocking smile in the Darkness. The shadows that whispered around him knew what was coming even better than he did. It was laughing at him - or perhaps at them - and then there was a blinding flash, bright light that burnt the back of his eyes and made him stagger for something that might be shadow to fall through. The first thing he met was wall, then the shadow through which Batman had flown, and he tumbled through the city.

Into another sector.

When he found his feet again he wasn't entirely sure where he was, nor able to see where the shadows were. Everything was shades of grey, and as well travelled as he was, he didn't recognise the city from this angle; not half blind.

[kingofrooks]

Batman was fast- faster than usual, stronger than usual, and he stepped fully out of the shadows. It had been him who had pushed him along to this place - in Sector One, near to their separate power grid from the rest of the city. Then moment Sylar stepped out of the shadows, Batman was already on him, picking him up and lifting him off of the ground and slamming him against the wall.

Then he squeezed against his throat. Hard enough to cut off his oxygen supply. Hard enough to make him believe that he could die.

"I can kill you right now," he murmured quietly, his voice amplified by the Port itself. "Do you know that?"

Then, before Sylar could register the words, Batman was already letting him go, and disappearing. Greater speed, greater strength- and the wall that Sylar was pinned against collapsed.

They were on the rooftop.