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Master of the Hunt, Part XXIII

The woman’s voice was openly mocking now. Huntmaster consigned himself to a headless grave. “Headhunter,” indeed. Then a light thwang snapped him up. A Batarang had implanted itself in the chink between Headhunter’s chest plate and neck brace. Huntmaster braced himself. Like a swarm of wasps, electricity danced through and across Headhunter’s body, some spreading […]

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Master of the Hunt, Part XIV

All parts linked here. 1215 hours, a nondescript hotel suite The microwave dinged, and a pretty young woman retrieved the chicken soup from therein, adding salt and pepper to taste. She might have been drop dead gorgeous, with a little effort. Her hair was a mess of golden and platinum curls, cascading down around her […]

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Master of the Hunt, Part XIII

All parts linked here. 0645 hours, Arkham Asylum The pod that had smashed through Arkham’s security computers popped open after more than half an hour of steaming. Its engines were still cycling down. This one was different, more streamlined than the one Huntmaster had arrived in. Inside, oblivious to the breakout that had gone into […]

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Master of the Hunt, Part XII

All parts linked here. 0630 hours, Wayne Manor Bruce Wayne came to, spitting blood. “Alfred, what the heck was that?” “It would appear that the young man got the best of you not once, but twice, sir. He was very polite about it.” Bruce swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. […]

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Master of the Hunt, Part X

All parts linked here. At the apex of the car’s roll, Huntmaster surged through the already busted window, using the car’s momentum to fling himself beyond the path of destruction. He bounced and then rolled nearly a hundred yards, landing ¬†face down, the Batmobile screeching to a halt a few feet shy of his position. […]

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