Bruce barely evaded the roid giant’s charge but he mantled over the big bastard’s shoulders and stuck a pair of strong electromagnets to the giggling psychopath’s back, the problem with being that shredded was you physically couldn’t remove things from the center of your own back - watch a bodybuilder try to get a sticky note off, its hilarious! Dick’s taser knuckles and Roy’s opening arrows weren’t bad choices and Bruce did something similar to his first sidekick putting on a pair of Nth metal knuckles and activating the electromagnets to hit the guy with an actual truck and once he’d introduced Chuckles to the bumper he commenced to beat the purity hell out of him with a string of jabs to the man’s gut, face and with a little more effort than he would like to admit was needed he snapped the titan’s arms one after the other in a most unpleasant way with loud, sickening crunches leaving them hanging limp and even then the crazy fuck was still giggling.
Watch out for any more of these things, if you see one call it out. He didn’t need to tell the younger men what could happen if another one of these one man murder circuses caught them by surprise, just by his physics estimate that punch that had been aimed at him would have done as much damage as getting hit by Karter’s mace, John’s sledgehammer or possibly even getting punched by Diana.
Fair enough, Roy. The Hunger Games parallels were definitely there and not even Bruce could say for sure what lengths the archer would go to in order to keep his kid safe. What he did know was that he wasn’t gonna be the dumb bastard to find out! The cat was out of the bag and now it was time to get to work and remind these crazy assholes what happened when the Bat came calling, asses kicked, broken bones and it was highly unlikely that any of these nuts were going to have the same number of teeth they had before Batman, Nightwing and Arsenal arrived.