Spider-Man and Batman

Although his mind was filled with questions, Tony Stark knew now was not the time to dwell on them. From a distance, he shouted loudly to Spider-Man.

“Be careful! This guy isn’t like Ivan Vanko—his offense is fierce, but his defense is even stronger!”

No sooner had Tony finished yelling than he realized his body was being yanked by webbing, swinging through the air like a giant pendulum, tracing an arc that sent him crashing toward the Destroyer below.

His body slammed loudly against the Destroyer, but Tony’s doubts vanished. This was unmistakably Spider-Man—the attack pattern was identical. At Hammer Industries’ press conference, War Machine had been swung like a wrecking ball, smashing into those iron soldier drones in much the same way.

The Destroyer looked massive, but its actual weight seemed far less than expected—perhaps just three or five hundred kilograms. When Iron Man crashed into it, the Destroyer staggered backward, and its pillars of flame shot wildly into the sky.

Having had its flight components damaged and then being struck so forcefully, Iron Man was now little more than a heap of scrap metal after landing—good enough for a fixed artillery post, perhaps, but unable to provide any further meaningful support.

Spider-Man, meanwhile, seemed uninterested in any assistance Iron Man might offer. She released the webbing stuck to Iron Man, fired another strand, attached it to a car, and hurled it at the Destroyer.

A car weighs about a ton and a half—much heavier than Iron Man, and even heavier than the Destroyer. The impact sent the Destroyer flying like a golf ball.

Yet, as Tony Stark had said, the Destroyer was formidable—its defenses were exceptional. Such a heavy blow did little real harm. With a simple turn, it shrugged off the force, adjusted its posture mid-air, and pointed its face directly at Spider-Man.

Scarlet flame erupted again, this time aimed at Spider-Man perched atop the roof.

Boom!

A column of fire shot skyward. Spider-Man, relying on her agility, easily evaded the blast, but the building beneath her was not so lucky—the roof was blown clean off.

Screams and shouts erupted all around. The nearby residents, already trembling in fear from the battle, could no longer maintain their composure as the destruction grew, fleeing the area in panic.

This location was close to the Shiranui Dojo and not far from the Muse Bar, where Mai Shiranui and her companions were currently staying.

If things continued unchecked, Muse Bar was likely to be caught in the crossfire.

Inside the bar, several female fighters, intoxicated and enjoying themselves in a soundproof lounge, could well suffer accidental harm.

If Muse Bar had its roof blown off, exposing that sweet yet scandalous scene, Su Ye would be at a terrible loss.

Therefore, the battle couldn't be allowed to continue here—it needed to move out of this district at the very least.

Spider-Man, leaping across rooftops and dodging the Destroyer’s attacks, was unaware of any of this. She was, after all, just Spider-Man, not Su Ye.

She followed her own logic, leaping haphazardly, caring little for any particular rooftop below.

But Su Ye cared.

As the Destroyer’s wild attacks forced Spider-Man into frantic jumps, a nearby wall suddenly shattered, and a jet-black vehicle, armored like a tank, burst forth.

Its ferocious, sharp front rammed directly into the Destroyer’s chest, pushing it forward in a shower of sparks and lightning.

“Is that… Batman?”

Tony Stark, noticing the bat-shaped emblem on the side, felt his tense expression relax.

If only Spider-Man were present, Tony would worry about being outmatched. But with Batman on the scene, there was no question—after all, Batman was someone who had bested him before.

If anyone in New York could turn the tide, it would be Batman.

In the distance, the Batmobile plowed forward like a bulldozer, shoving the Destroyer through walls and glass buildings, quickly leaving behind the districts of the Shiranui Dojo and Muse Bar.

No one questioned his method.

Batman simply wanted to end the Destroyer quickly—this maneuver was flawless.

What no one expected was that the Destroyer, being used as a battering ram by the Batmobile, still retained the ability to fight back. Its body pressed back, hands gripping the front bumper, as its face slowly aligned with the car’s hood.

No matter how sturdy your vehicle, no matter how thick your armor, a single blast of flame would rip through you!

The Destroyer’s mask glowed once more. Its attack was powerful, but the warning—the reddening of its face—was all too obvious.

Suddenly, the Batmobile’s hood flipped open like an engine cover, and a black, cannon-like barrel emerged, thrusting forward to press against the Destroyer’s chin, forcing its head upward.

This cannon had been added at Su Ye’s insistence to Dr. Fox, inspired by the grudge over War Machine’s shoulder-mounted artillery.

Su Ye wasn’t trying to compete—he simply wanted to declare, when it came to cannon size, everyone else was garbage.

Flames erupted, light soared—a skyscraper, dozens of stories tall, was cleaved in two as the blast passed through, splitting it like a surgeon’s incision.

The Batmobile barreled ahead, crossing over ten blocks, putting several kilometers between itself and the Shiranui Dojo.

“That’s far enough!”

Inside the Batmobile, Su Ye exhaled. The car crashed through a glass wall, switched to autopilot, and continued to ram the Destroyer down the highway.

Su Ye opened the door, leapt onto the roof, pulled out a glowing object, and drove it hard into the Destroyer’s faceplate.

Then, his cape stiffened with electricity, forming enormous bat wings that caught the wind, soaring him into the sky to land atop a nearby building.

The Batmobile sped onward at over a hundred miles per hour, quickly leaving Su Ye’s location hundreds of meters behind.

Spider-Man soon caught up, clad in a red and white suit, her familiar female voice coming from beneath the mask: “Are you Batman? Who’s driving the car?”

Su Ye didn’t reply. Instead, he extended his cape to block Spider-Man’s path.

Far ahead, the Destroyer—still pinned to the Batmobile’s front—sensed the foreign object inside its mask. Red light flared as it attempted to incinerate it, but what followed was a violent explosion.

A deafening blast sent a white beam shooting skyward, reminiscent of the arc reactor explosion at Stark Industries’ Los Angeles headquarters, though less grand, less bright.

Yet the local devastation was no less severe.

The Batmobile was blown apart, disintegrating into countless fragments mid-air; the Destroyer’s head was obliterated, and its once intact body lost all power, tumbling like a rag doll into the distance.

“That… such powerful explosive force? What kind of bomb did you use?” Spider-Man, her voice full of astonishment, asked.

Su Ye replied solemnly, “Just a coil.”