Terry knew the batterang wouldn't hurt Kal for long. He hadn't meant it to. It was just the distraction. And it worked. For the time being anyway. Landing on the street silently he wrapped his hand around the green Kryptonite shard and glared. He hated this Kal. So much. Really hoped that when he got back to his reality there was a slow painful death waiting for him. Every word this guy said caused his blood to boil. How could this be Kal? The Kal he knew was always so sensible. Calm, and graph loving. Lectured a little too much for his own good sometimes, but he'd rather have that then this.
"You want me to get serious? Fine." Nightwing ran at him with the shard fist forward, and threw another punch to the face.