Date: 28 November 2035
Nightmare and Red Hood flew towards one another, each
catching the other by the fist. They stood entwined in the middle of the four
way cross, energy from their suits poring off them. Within seconds the power
had created a small crater for the girls to stand in.
Around them, traffic officers were getting some people -who were too close to the girls- to lie down
on the ground. Others, they pushed into buildings. A few people, very stupid
people, were trying to get closer to see the fight.
By now the police had arrived to
push the onlookers away from the fighting. Cars had come to a stop, people
climbing out to see what the commotion was. Several people had even taken out
their phones and started to record the confrontation.
The black and red clad girls jumped
apart, immediately moving into attack positions. There was complete silence.
The girls faced one another, staring at each other through their visors.
Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and the girls attack again. Punching,
kicking, blocking, everything. Civilians craned their necks to see the fight,
but the girls moved too fast. Later,
they would say that it looked like the girls were dancing, one always knowing
what the other will do.
But then suddenly it all stopped.
The girls stood straight, facing
each other, guns held at point blank range. Neither could move away, and
neither could pull the trigger before the other.
It was a complete stale mate.