7 Batgirl vs Satoru freakin' Gojo

Suffice to say she had seen alot of strange thing's both in and outside of Gotham City. Though that did stop her eye's from widening at the sight. As Batgirl was perked atop a building that perfectly overlooked the docks, or atleast what was left of the docks. A large blue unstable orb tore through everything, no that was not accurate. Everything seemed attracted to that orb, even from the distance she felt the pull of the force.

The fences of the docks was torn away from their positions and all accumulated inside of the large blue orb that spun through the area in a perfect 360°. Furthermore the heavy containers all flew through the air like rocks being tossed as their metal bent, twisted and tore like scrap paper, the contents itself spilling out only to be drawn in by the large orb. The ground itself was gouged out as chunks of it accumulated towards the orb, even the large docked cargo ship's violently rocked as if they themselves were drawn to it.

Then she saw it, with all the flying scraps of contorted metal and debri was a large humanoid figure. Killer Croc she immediately identified. His body was pelted by the chunks of the ground that broke apart as well as the ruined and twisted metal of the once whole containers and fences. He had a tough exterior but it appeared to be put under too much pressure. Though he would survive another few minutes, her frown deepened.

Because she saw the one responsible for it. He was a man? It was difficult to tell as bandages coverd the upper regions of his face, spiking his hair upwards. He wore a dark outfit with a wide and tall collar, the overall darkness making his snow white hair stand out all the more. Along with his outstretched right arm he turned, and turned. The large unstable blue orb along with the various broken down containers, fences and debri following his movements as if guided.

But then he stopped, simultaneously the large orb dispersed as willed to. The pieces of twisted metal, the chunks of the ground that was gauged out and the residules of what used to be in the containers all shot out, littering and further destroying the area. The area was now full of debri and a large crator.

As for Killer Croc the mutated villains layed limply to the side, a shard of twisted metal gauged into his right eye while his form looked mangled and broken. His body was twisted and distorted, with limbs bent in odd angles and his once rough skin hanging off in several places.

Even from having witnessed all she had, Batgirl could not help but feel sick to her stomach upon looking at the mangled body. Mayhap she was just being naive, but was brutalizeing even a villain necessary? Mercy was a concept she was only taught of much later in life. Enemies deserved no mercy, that lesson was beaten into her by her father each and every day of her existence. But she denied it, she did want to kill and brutalize like this.

But she detected something, something others would have no doubt missed. Even from the distance from atop the building she saw it, the spasms of Killer Croc's muscles. He was still alive, though that is a fact the unknown boy seemed to somehow realize as well, as he leisurely walked towards the downed villain. So she acted immediately, without hesitation she leaped off of the edge of the building. With both her hands she outstretched her cape, it acting as a glider. Slowly but smoothly guiding her to her destination.

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"Impossible." Gojo mutterd to himself as he walked closer to Killer Croc who was somehow alive. Though him uttering that word was not due to the fact that Killer Croc was still alive depsite the earlier attack. No, it stemmed from something else entirely.

("I have perfect control on my output. I'm sure I've atleast gauged it to be about 15-20%. With those low numbers the point of attraction shouldn't have been this strong.") With Limitless it was impossible for him to mess up his output. The destruction Blue caused was almost comparable to a Max Curse Output Blue.

Satoru wanted to ponder on it more but he heard someone land behind, and then said person gave an audible and deliberate grunt to get his attention. Turning he spotted a small and petite figure standing and about 5'5" ft. They wore a tight fitting pitch black suit that coverd the entirety of their body as well as their face along with small bat ears sticking out on the head. Furthermore they had a long dark cape and a bright yellow utility belt along with an outline of a yellow bat on their chest. Judging by the slight blobs by said chest and the feminine curves, this was a girl.

"Little too early for Halloween don't ya think?" Gojo asked with a small snort to who he had long since identified as Batgirl. And judging by the suit, Cassandra Cain.

The girl merely grunted again, gesturing to the downed Killer Croc. Gojo raised an eyebrow before he quickly understood.

("So this must be Cassandra a bit before that telepath forced her to understand word's. She could easily read people by taking into account body language, muscle spasms and any other indicators, if I recall correctly. So no word's would be understood.") Gojo grinned as he pointed at the collapsed form of Killer Croc before making a cut throat gesture. Immediately Cassandra tensed up as she took a fighting stance.

Gojo would lose horribly in a fight, if one were to neglect his Cursed Techniques or using Cursed Energy to reinforce and strengthen himself. Cassandra could beat the whole Batfamily, including Batman himself when it came to martial prowess. This was thanks to her superb ability to predict and read an opponent via their body language. Gojo himself didn't know how that worked but she seemed to be convinced he had every intention of killing Killer Croc.

Well he did. Normally killing wouldn't have even crossed his mind, but Gojo's and his minds were intertwining. Before his transmigration, he was a simple man living a simple life. He never put much effort it anything really. But now? He wanted to get stronger, he wanted to put in actual effort into something. Not to mention he acted differently, he used to be rather recluse. And he wasn't one to talk much but now he'd taunt his enemies whenever he got the chance.

Speaking enemies, Gojo narrowly avoided a fist coming from below. He swung his head to the side, but underestimated the force of the punch. The knuckles of her fist practically dug into his skin like a dull knife, producing a crude scratch mark on his right cheek. Once again he avoided a right kick to shins by twisting his body to the side and backing up.

Satoru wiped away the blood from his cheek.

"Le gasp! You ruined my perfect face!" He said in mock anguish, though Batgirl obviously did not understand his word's and merely took the opportunity to attack.

Despite all but rushing him, her rapid footsteps were silent. She smoothly reached him with speeds that would make almost anyone do a double take. Hell she would probably just be a blur to most.

("Yep, calling bullshit on her along with the rest of the Batfamily just being 'peak human.') Gojo mused mentally as in an impressive display of agility she leaped over him, with ease. Only to impossibly twist her body mid air to deliver another kick at the back of his head. Gojo ducked slightly as her leg sailed over him. Turning around his right arm shot forward in a punch to the still aerial Cassandra, but using both her arm's she used his outstretched arm as a springboard to gain a higher altitude.

Smoothly she performed a series of flips to increase her falling speed before she weightlessly landing on the ground a bit of ways from him.

Immediately after landing she rushed him again, zigzagging she tried to confuse him. But clothed as they were, Six eye's, was still Six eye's. It's why he was able to slightly keep up, not using Cursed Energy to strengthen himself, there was no way he'd beat Cassandra in straight hand to hand combat. But he wanted to see how long he would last against her.

Gojo tilted his head back to avoid an axe kick from the girl, only to immediately bring up his right arm to his head as she switched positions to deliver a high kick to his head. Her kick landed on his arm, his muscles tensed and convulsed as he backed away quickly. Immediately Cassandra rushed again, she seemed content on using her legs as they had a longer reach. Gojo was taller and had longer range thanks to longer limbs. Cassandra was smaller with obviously smaller limbs. But even if he could avoid most of her attacks, she could predict most of his actions.

Cassandra abruptly stopped as she ducked under a right punch, even through his clothing she could easily see how his left leg tensed in action. Twisting her body to the side she avoided a kick. But now Gojo was open, his stomach exposed. Pivoting on her heel, her right fist shot out in a blur. She did not wish to do too much damage to her opponent, if possible she liked to avoid permanent damage and only distract him with the punch long enough to knock him out.

So her fist reached his stomach.

*CRACK*

Immediately she pulled away and leaped away, with a frown she looked at her right hand. Crudely she flexed her fingers and moved her hand. It was fractured she deduced, she stared back at the boy who gave a exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah. Guess that's about how far I can go without using Cursed Energy." He mutterd, she noticed how his muscles relaxed before he waved her goodbye. "Whelp, see ya twerp." Then he clasped his hands together. Then he simply vanished, as if his form was never there to begin with.

Cassandra blinked a few time's beneath her mask, before shaking her head and turning to the still unconscious Killer Croc. Identifying who that was, needed to wait. Killer Croc needed immediate medical attention, though even with said help she doubted he would be able to use his arms or legs.

But still, she was certain that mysterious man? Boy? Was going to kill the villain. His entire demeanour suggested as much. Odd.

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Yep, that's as far as I go against someone like Cassandra. I chuckled as I looked at the nasty bruise already forming on my right arm due to her kick. It was funny, she wasn't even going all in, well neither did I but that's besides the point. I concede that I lost, were it not for me reinforcing myself with Cursed Energy at that last moment I might've been in some serious trouble.

That fight didn't need to be prolonged to tell me how outmatched I am.

I really needed to improve, but fighting plebes in fighting rings just wasn't doing it for me. Even if I built quite the reputation.

Hold on, I think there's an idea there somewhere. I am building quite the reputation, as the 'blind' fighter who's untouchable. Even if I continue fighting fodder, I'm bound to garner attention from some people. People who might wanna test their mettle against a supposedly untouchable opponent. Sure it's far fetched but I ain't got nothing better to do. I'll have to lie low for awhile anyway.

Oh right, I'll have to tell that women I failed the job. Eh, atleast I snagged a pic of Croc's messed up body. That should make her happy atleast, that guy isn't moving anytime soon. But knowing Comic book logic. He'll be back with cybernetic limbs or something.