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| “ | Now...just between me and you, here's my little secret. Here's what it all means... The bad guys always win. Me killing you is just perfect symbolism for the times.
— Norman Osborn
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Norman Osborn, also known as the Green Goblin and the Iron Patriot, is a supervillain that appears in comic books published by Marvel Comics. Osborn is the head of Oscorp Industries and the father of Harry, best friend of Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. Because of his close ties and obsession with Spider-Man, even being responsible for the death of his girlfriend, Gwen Stacy, he is one of the wall crawler's greatest nemeses.
When his wife, Emily, died, Osborn fully committed to his job, growing distant from Harry. A wedge further began to grow between them when Osborn began to favour Peter over Harry because of his sharp intellect.
Trying to gain more control over Oscorp, Osborn decided to look through the belongings of his business partner, Mendel Stormm, hoping to find something that could be used to frame him for embezzlement and discovered a formula for a serum that could enhance one's strength and intellect. While trying to create the serum, it exploded in his face. The serum worked but also turned Osborn insane. He decided to use his new power to become the leader of organised crime in New York City and make a name for himself by killing Spider-Man.
Osborn's sanity would often fluctuate during his supervillain career. Sometimes he would gain amnesia and temporarily forget he used to be the Green Goblin. Sometimes he would gain new powers, causing his condition to worsen. Other times he regained his sanity, only to fake his redemption and continue his villainy while working within the law. One noticeable instance of this is when he was made the leader of the Thunderbolts and adopted the Iron Patriot persona, a mix of Iron Man and Captain America. What remained a constant, however, was his obsession and hate for Spider-Man.
Battle vs. Lex Luthor (by Drayco90)[]
Lex Luthor leaned back in his seat, contemplating the events of the past few weeks. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers echoed across the massive private office of Lexcorp HQ. For the past few weeks, another universe had been combined with his own, and while his greatest foe, Superman, had been missing in action since the earliest hours of this merge, he has found himself at odds with a foe just as troublesome. Norman Osborn and Oscorp. Everywhere Lexcorp was, Oscorp was right in their face. Every product release was a battle, every attempt to acquire resources and other businesses was a struggle against Osborn’s machine. It has thus become apparent- if his plans were to ever come to fruition, Norman Osborn had to be…dealt with.
Norman Osborn took a deep breath- inhaling the fumes of the calm before the storm. Because, oh yes, there was a storm brewing. Lexcorp had been putting the squeeze on Oscorp for weeks, and Osborn needed all the money he could get right now. He found an old splinter group of mercenaries that were once affiliated with HAMMER and still held to their old loyalties. Together they had planned out an intricate plan of attack on the Lexcorp headquarters in Metropolis, a plan he reviewed for the hundredth time as he slipped his weapons into his belt, and began to slide into his Iron Patriot armor. He hesitated for a few seconds as he looked into the blank eyes of the Iron helmet, before drawing a mask from his drawer. The faded green and purple colors were twisted into a familiar grin. He stared longingly at the Green Goblin mask before it seemed to speak to him.
“Norman- why are you still here?” the mask demanded. “You know what you need to do.”
Osborn ran his hand through his short red hair, struggling for a response. “I just-“
“Do what it is you do, Osborn.” The mask grinned. “Bring the HAMMER down. The Spider stood in your way, and you washed it away. When they stood in your way, you brought down the entire Skrull Empire. Today, Lex Luthor stands in your way. Stopping you. Stopping us. Do to him what you did to Asgard, and bring. Him. Down.”
Norman began to cackle at the suggestion, tucking the mask into the pocket of the business suit he wore under the armor. With that, he had his helmet on, and the Iron Patriot flew once again.
-Hours Later-
Lex was watching his fish tank with boredom, the colossal wall off glass and water had once held many exotic fish, but in the wake of the collision most of them ended up dead. Suddenly, the massive windows behind him exploded, showering his expensive Thanagarian carpet with glass. Calmly, Luthor rose to see what had happened. A massive blast had rocked the entire Lexcorp complex, and armed men outside were gunning down everyone they could find. His employees- no, his assets. He swiftly made his way to a special chamber near the back of his office, and within seconds, his jade Warsuit was on and he was ready for a fight. Osborn fired a superheated Repulsor Ray that shattered open the front doors to Lexcorp offices. The front lobby was emptied in seconds, whether from the cowards running or the bullets of the HAMMER troops running faster. All but one. The receptionist at the front desk cowered beneath it in fear, pressing the alarm button with wild abandon. Norman grabbed her around the throat and lifted her high into the air, his steel fingers crushed the life from her throat slowly.
“Where. Is. Luthor.” He growled.
“You could try looking behind you for once, Osborn.” Lex replied smugly.
Norman casually snapped the receptionist’s neck and turned to face his foe. Luthor was fully clad in a heavy emerald suit, with two massive cannons on each shoulder. The cannons fired heavy bolts of green energy that exploded around Osborn’s position, stunning him. He advanced on Norman, continuing to shell him with the energy cannons, effectively pinning his enemy in place. Lex grinned- maybe this would be easier than he thought. He advanced on Norman, still shelling him- Osborn would be a fine paste right now if not for the Iron Patriot armor he wore. With a final motion, Luthor grabbed the Iron Patriot by the back of his head and rammed it straight through the reception desk. The metal and wood desk groaned and collapsed under the weight of the iron man, but Osborn was already planning to take advantage of the cease in the bombardment.
Quickly powering on his boots thrusters, Osborn scorched Lex’s face, flying forward before making a sharp U-Turn. Speeding forward at speeds as high as he could push his suit, Osborn rammed directly into Luthor’s warsuit. The floor they were on gave way as Osborn pushed his suit farther and faster, forcing Lex downwards, colliding into pipes and support columns as they made a rapid descent downwards, into the Lexcorp R&D labs. Osborn slowly raised from the mass of metal and rubble their fall had created first, his suit’s thruster and one of his repulsors were damaged beyond his ability to repair, but the majority of the suit still functioned. Luthor rose next- a gaping hole in the shoulder of the heavy suit that ran all the way down to his chest, and one of his cannons had been torn off. As Luthor’s heavy and slower suit was getting up, Norman decided to take advantage of his momentary vulnerability- firing a Unibeam blast. The weapon knocked Luthor across the labs, but as the bald man’s scientific mind probed at the suit before him, even in free-fall, Lex discovered he was learning more and more about this Repulsor Technology.
This time, as Osborn fired his Unibeam, Lex rolled out of the way and charged, his titanic metallic fist colliding with the Iron Patriot’s faceplate. As Norman stumbled backwards, Lex drew his Kryptonite-Tipped Spear and made a powerful jab at the star-shaped plate on Norman’s chest. As the green rock sliced into the star, a hissing sound slithered into the air, eliciting a confident grin from Lex as his suspicions were confirmed. With a massive kick, Osborn was sent sprawling.
“Mr. Osborn” Lex mocked. “There seems to be an excess build-up of heat in that chest port; I take it that a Star was not its original shape? No, I do not suppose you would be smart enough to construct such a weapon on your own…”
Norman hated Luthor’s superior, mocking tone and insults, and with a roar of rage, he attempted to fire the Unibeam again, but the cracked star only hissed more violently before it went off like a grenade. The explosion tore the chest piece of the Iron Patriot suit into scrap, shredding most of the faceplate that Lex’s punch hadn’t already shattered.
“Internal cooling solutions, Mr. Osborn- you may wish to look into them.”
Osborn tore off the armor scraps in fury- leaving only his functional Repulsor on one arm. For a moment, Lex swore the skin of his enemy’s face had a green tint, but it passed quickly as the now business suited Osborn rushed at Luthor. Lex activated his wrist-mounted flamethrower one second to late, the flame burst just above Osborn’s head as he slid under the Warsuit’s legs. Charging up a blast in the Repuslor, Osborn delivered an explosive punch to the back of Lex’s leg, causing him to topple over. Before he could land face-first on the ground though, Norman grabbed the back of the suit, and with unforeseen strength, threw Luthor across the lab, slamming him straight through an observatory window into an eighteen-foot drop into an experimental chamber.
Lex grimaced as he landed in the experiment chamber. Osborn wasn’t as powerful as some of the foes he had fought, but this super strength was far from expected. He attempted to shoot his one good laser cannon through the window he crashed through, but he failed to score a hit on anything but the ground and the technology around it. Instead, a strange pumpkin-shaped piece of metal landed by his feet. Confused for a moment, Lex was unprepared as the pumpkin exploded- shrapnel embedding itself in his knee and arm. While the suit protected him from the majority of the damage, he would certainly be walking with a limp for a while thanks to the blow.
Norman leapt from the window above, landing on the massive warsuit’s shoulder. Grabbing the remaining cannon with one hand and arming a pumpkin bomb in the other, Norman laughed. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it Lexy?” He slammed the pumpkin bomb in the gaping hole in Lex’s suit, and jumped from off Luthor’s back, tearing the cannon off its’ mounting as he went. Lex knew the bomb would explode before he could remove it- there was only one logical course of action. His emerald hand shot forward, grabbing Osborn’s shoulder as he ran. At once, thousands of volts of electricity were pumped into Norman- lightning danced from Lex’s fingertips, stunning Osborn long enough that when the bomb exploded, both men were thrown to the ground with a sensation stinging pain coursing through their entire bodies.
Smoke made it hard to see, as Norman stood, wiping the steady flow of blood from his nose and mouth. Whatever pain he was feeling now, he was certain the Lex was feeling must be feeling tenfold. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as a pair of massive metal arms tore through the smoke behind him, grabbing him by both shoulders and raising him into the air. As the dust cleared, one thing about the thing holding him became apparent- this was not Lex Luthor. He looked across the lab, seeing his real enemy riding an elevator upwards from the Lab.
“It’s a wonder hat… brilliant men, like ourselves, can do with just a little basis on other’s work, Isn’t it Norman?” Lex shouted down, clutching his side. Blood stained his once-pristine business suit, and he had a nasty looking limp. “This android is based on blueprints from the same old Justice League fighting drone- I’ve been using this lab to augment its’ design.” Luthor looked up at the robot, addressing it directly. “Amazo, deal with our intruder. Try not to make too much of a mess.”
With that, the elevator doors shut, and Osborn was alone with the android Amazo. A seering blast of heat vision burned into Osborn, sending him sprawling to the ground. Norman tried to raise his Repulsor-clad hand, but Lex’s electric blast must have shorted it out, as it would not fire. While he was distracted, Amazo lifted his metallic leg and brought it down on the smoking form beneath it, over and over. Osborn spat blood out with each impact as he struggled to grab a Razor Bat, and dig it into the hide of the robot’s leg. Sparks flew out of the wound, but it did nothing to slow Amazo down as it backhanded Norman across the lab, slamming him into a table that fell over with him, shattering glass vials and containers over his head and shoulders. As the android prepared a final heat blast, the whir of an engine could be heard, just before Norman’s old Glider rammed itself into Amazo’s back.
The Android struggled to remove the glider, but it opened fire from the wing-mounted machine guns, tearing the interior of components apart in a haze of bullets and blood-like oil that ripped apart nearly all of Amazo’s robotic “innards” and the mechanical skeleton within. Amazo crumpled to the ground, nearly bisected by the onslaught and completely nonfunctional. Osborn struggled over to the Android and used his Repulsor-clad hand to crush its’ head in his hand.
“Knew I didn’t scrap you for a reason” Osborn addressed the waiting Glider. “Now- let’s finish this.”
Riding the Glider out of the gaping hole in the ceiling their fight had caused, Osborn exited the lobby doors and began to climb, climb all the way to Lexcorp’s peak- the only place in the building a man like Luthor would ever consider home. Entering the shattered window, Osborn looked about Lex’s office.
“Oh Lexy boy? You have a very important board meeting to go to…in HELL. You don’t want to disappoint, do you?”
Osborn shuffled through the contents of Lex’s des- a picture of a young red-headed man with a goatee and a small book from someone named Hollis Mason, Under the Hood or something, fell to the ground as he roughly moved things around, before he noticed a chamber in the back of the office next to the fish tank with the door cracked open.
“Really Lex? Hiding in the broom closet?” Norman sneered. “And here I thought you were supposed to be smart!”
Dismounting the Glider to enter the small door, Osborn was surprised as he entered the chamber- it was massive beyond belief, it’s dark green walls stretched on long, though in the darkness, Norman couldn’t see how far. As he walked on inside, the door behind him slammed shut, Norman turned to see a fist collide into his face and Lex Luthor standing right next to the door. His face twisted in rage, Lex was wearing his Kryptonite Knuckles which shone a dim green on his hands.
“Do you have any idea who you’ve been screwing with Osborn?!” Lex howled with rage as he punched Norman. “You think you’re a big shot?” he punctuated each word with another punch. “I’m LEX. GODDAMN. LUTHOR!” He could feel as Osborn’s nose shattered into pieces beneath the blow of his fist, blood spraying all over his foe’s face.
Norman cursed to himself- he was stronger than Luthor, but the bald man’s onslaught was debilitating to the point that he simply couldn’t react. Another fist collided, and Norman felt his jaw shatter- if he didn’t know better, he would swear it was only barely holding on to his face still. He coughed blood up on the floor from the blow, a few teeth coming with it.
“I was the President of the entire… United States… of America!” The Kryptonite Knuckles were turning Osborn’s face into a shattered reflection of the man that was once there. “Every day I fight gods! Outsmart the most brilliant minds in the entire universe! What makes you think you could EVER kill me!?!?”
Norman suddenly broke into twisted laughter- blood coming up as he cackled making it clear that each laugh was causing great pain, but it only made him laugh harder. “Kill you? I was never trying to kill you Luthor- I merely needed to…distract you.”
“Distract me from what, you son of a-“
“While we were having our little pissing contest here, a few of my best men were making sure to reroute and steal almost all of your fortune. Thanks to you, Lex, HAMMER just received a multi-billion dollar donation, and now we can finally begin our reconstruction!”
Osborn cackled maniacally- even a rage-fueled punch that shattered his ribs did nothing to halt the laughter. A large portion of Norman’s bones were shattered- and even he didn’t believe he would be able to even stand up, much less walk away. Fortunately- he had planned for this outcome, and just before Lex could deliver a killing blow, a HAMMER extraction team burst into the room. A bullet whirred past Lex’s face, cutting open his cheek. He stumbled out of the way as the Agents grabbed their incapacitated leader and quickly whisked him away to the waiting air transport outside, which escaped into the night, leaving Lex alone in his destroyed office- bleeding, bruised and penniless. Of course, he would make most of that money back in a few weeks, but there was no doubt that this would slow his plans down immensely.
Lex limped over to his chair, pulling out his phone as he gazed into the smoke-shrouded night skyline of Metropolis. “We’ve had unforeseen events slow us down. We’re out of time. No, I don’t care if this doesn’t make sense to you, you feeble minded moron.” Lex’s voice was calm and collected, despite his harsh words and wounds. “Activate the generator- I want the Smallville Prokect running. Now.” With that he hung up and dialed one more number. “It’s Luthor. I want you to take a team and observe the footage of this fight and recover what’s left of his armor. I want improved designs on this Repuslor Tech Suit by the end of the week. No excuses.”
Meanwhile, across the same smoking sky, a stealth-fighter silently sailed away. Inside Norman was propped up against the wall- struggling to breathe. Across from him, a figure with a white and grey suit sat before Osborn. “It’s like you said- billions of dollars. All untraceable. And most of it was just sitting there in the local bank.”
“Luthor’s bank.” Norman corrected. “Under some of the tightest security in the nation.”
“It wasn’t that hard to crack.”
“Evidently not. It is a good thing you still remember who it is that turns the wheel, Ghost. Welcome back to HAMMER.”
“Long as you don’t ask me to go rough up Anubis or something, Osborn, I’ll be happy to come back.”
“No war with the Gods this time, Ghost. But there are things that I’ve left…unattended for too long. Things that need finishing- Doom and his backwater nation, The X-Men. Atlantis. Deadpool. They must all pay for standing in my way.”
Ghost leaned back. “An’ the Spider?”
Osborn merely smiled, a wicked evil grin. “When all who oppose me lay broken beneath my feet, then and only then will I turn my attention back to Spider-Man. Killing him shall be my reward for conquering everything!”
“You’re a batshit lunatic Osborn.” Ghost laughed as he turned invisible again. “Lucky your checks clear and besides…you’re more interesting crazy.”
Osborn laughed, coughing up more blood on to the floor- but it didn’t matter. HAMMER was making a come-back, and while Luthor had beaten the crap out of him today, soon he would be the one with a force that could blot out the sun, and no one will be able to stand in his way. Not Fury, or Luthor, or Rogers… and especially not any pitiful red and blue insects…
Expert's Opinions[]
This battle ended up in a draw because voters simply couldn't come to an overall consensus on who would win. Luthor took an advantage in sheer intellect, but Osborn's superhuman abilities gave him a major edge once the fight got close.
To see the original battle, weapons and votes, click here.
Battle vs. Bane (Comics) (by Battlefan237)[]
Dark Side Club, DFederal[]
Pushing open the door of this small, unremarkable pub, Bane looks around the main room, hoping to spot one or two familiar faces, only to find no one at all except the bartender, who greets him with a gentle but somewhat inscrutable grin.
"Greetings, Bane. " Says the bartender, in a deep and eeriely calm tone, "I have been expecting your service for quite a long time. Fancy a drink ? "
"Watch your words. I don't serve any one. I only come here because you contacted me at first, Turpin." Bane replies, as he stares down at bartender, who appears to be a short, elderly man in his 70s with the sheer amount of wrinkles, scars and shade on his face strongly suggesting that he has been through more than a lot of ordeal, and his health is probably not very good. "And since I am in urgent need of funds and you are in urgent need of the thing locked in that clinic, I suggest skipping the drink and cutting to the chase scene. "
"Ah, business-oriented, I like your attitude. " The bartender responds, pushing aside the already-prepared drink and unfolding a map on the counter. Pointing to a marked spot in the center of the map, the old bartender informs Bane that the thing he desires is locked inside this particular room. "Since this place is, after all, a clinic, I don't expect it to be heavily guarded, but it is highly possible for you to encounter at least one or two heavy-hitters, so it won't be an easy operation. But I trust you, for your record is good. "
"Wait, have I worked for you before ? I have just arrived in this place." Bane asks, in confusion.
"You certainly haven't worked for me in this reality. But your reputation has graced this place long before your arrival. If you were to successfully complete the job, you would receive great fortune. "
"You need more than money to persuade me into doing it. Even though I am a new comer, I am aware that money itself is quite futile in this place."
"Then I will offer you the address of every version of Batman in this place. When you've done your job, you can track all of them down and break their backs, one by one. " Says the bartender.
Intrigued, Bane nods in agreement. Picking up the map, he heads out.
Ravencroft Clinic for Sinister Six and its Associates[]
"For the past few weeks, surgical department has not been very busy. Most patients come for treatments of minor injuries and left on the same day. The only serious case was Curt Connors - fella got several of his ribs broken when he was delivered. He claimed he got attacked by a clown-like figure while journeying through the sewers, but we don't believe him. Anyway, who believes in the word of a drunk lizard man ? We treated him well, and he walked out in perfect shape after resting for two days. Dean Octavius. "
"Very good, Doctor Kraven. Now, Doctor Kingsley, how has the psychiatry department been doing ? Is our Mr. Osborn feeling better ? "
"Progress has been made. He no longer thinks he is a god, which is a good sign. However, he still cannot get over the sadness and regret of being beaten by freaks that dress like clowns or use umbrellas as weapons. And he still sometimes thinks he is an unbeatable goblin. "
"Good. Since Mr.Osborn's delusion syndromes are disappearing and we here at Ravencroft only treat injuries that are not related to those so-called battles, I believe Mr.Osborn's treatment can be stopped after two more weeks. Now that we have no more work left to do for today, I think we have time to have a nice meal together. I've heard that there's a new restaurant in Little Italy. It is run by two brothers, and the food there is great. Call Mysterio and tell him to meet us at that place at 6pm, Doctor Kingsley. " Says the dean, happily, as he takes of his sunglasses and grabs the patient files across the table with his robotic tentacles, while Hobgoblin stands up and goes for the phone. Kraven, however, has something else to say - " Are you sure about that, Otto ? I mean, according to what I've heard, one of the brothers there is an illegal citizen, and none of them is chef material. Before the illegal one arrived, the other brother had always been working as a plumber for hire. Sabertooth once hired him to fix up his toilet. He only opened the restaurant to support the expense of both of them. In addition, our friend Eddie's comment about that place isn't good either - he went there last Friday, and Venom apparently had diarrhea after the experience - "
Before Kraven can finish his rant, the siren of the clinic suddenly burst out ringing, as a man mountain barges into the front door. Grabbging Kingsley by the collar, Bane tosses the man out of the window with ease. With his hunter instinct, Kraven swiftly pulls out a syringe and inject it into Bane's muscular arm, but the man simply shruggs it off.
"Impossible ! It is intended for whales ! " The hunter shouts in disbelief, as the giant delivers a punch toward his head, knocking him out instantly. With two enemies taken down, Bane immediately goes for the third one, as he grabs Doctor Octopus's incoming tentacle, easily breaking it into two parts. He then proceeds to finish off the dean by throwing a part of the broken robotic arm at the doctor's head, sending him into a coma like Kraven.
With all the staff member terminated, Bane strides down the corridor towards the marked room. "CARNAGE ! The world's a maze with multiple dead ends, and only through carnage can we find our way out !" A voice from a nearby ward shouts, as Bane passes it. Given the number of psychos he has encountered back in Gotham, the man mountain ignores the insane rants and proceeds his own goal. Breaking into the room, he quickly takes notice of the small, rectangular case the bartender has tasked him with retrieving. Laying his hands on the case, he pauses, as he feels an annoying sense of electric shock overwhelming suddenly, as Norman Osborn emerges from the door and pats on his body with the Goblin Gloves. Having taken his daily dose of the goblin formula, Norman once again has something funny going on in his brain and has already put on the mask. Turning back, Bane pushes aside the Goblin's arms, ending the electric current that speeds through his body.
"Who are you ? " Bane asks, readying his giant fists for attack. The goblin, however, downright initiates his assault, as he launches himself forward in seconds, punching Bane on his jaws with great strength, sending him backwards and crashing into the shelf, with his face mask shattered by the punch. Adjusting his balance, the man mountain is fast enough to dodge the goblin's second punch and draw out the firearm tied to his back. Firing back at the intruder, Bane is surprised to see bullets having little effect on his enemy - most of the rounds simply bounce off, while those that actually succeed in hurting Osborn only leave minor wounds, and the wounds heal almost instantly.
"I am the Goblin King ! " The mad man replies, and he chuckles maniacally, closing his distance between Bane at the same time.
"The way I see it, you are nothing more than a costume freak. You belong to Arkham like the rest of those garbage. And I'm going to break you like I break all those garbage. " Bane shouts, in defiance, as he retaliates with an offensive punch, which is avoided by the Goblin rather easily. However, more punches soon follow, as Bane puts his skills into use. As the creation of a remarkably-trained martial artist, the series of punches attack the goblin from multiple directions in a short span of time, leaving the untrained Normal dazzled and shocked, as several hit him hard in the chest and on his face. The goblin formula ensures that these punches will be futile in hurting him, but it cannot ease the pain. Roaring in agony, the Goblin is pummeled to the floor and subsequently lifted up by Bane.
Pressing the button on his suit to increase the amount of venom, Bane grab the Goblin's leg with his other arm, placing Norman's body in position for his infamous strike. Putting all of his strength into his knee, Bane crashes it onto Norman's back. This time, the goblin formula does little to help, for the force is simply too strong, and Norman has no choice but to scream, as the sound of the goblin armor and his bones being broken echoes across the room. Thinking that he has taken care of his opponent, Bane violently smashes Norman's body across the room.
"Ha ! You should have continued your attack instead of ending it like this. What you have done to me is more than enough to take down others you have faced, perhaps, but I am different from everything you have seen. I gotta say, though, you are strong, very strong, but certainly not as strong as the Spider-Man. And since I am the equal of Spider-Man-- --no, no, the superior of that vigilante, I think you are doomed at my hands. "
The Goblin laughs, as he stands up, recovering from the attack as some of the broken bones reconnect themselves, courtesy to the formula as usual. Grabbing up the bag of tricks, Norman reaches inside for a pumpking bomb that contains knock-out gas. Setting it off instantly, Norman is once again surprised to see his opponent stands still, completely unfazed by the gas. Throwing out two more bombs, the gas quickly fills up the room, and Bane remains unaffected.
"Just as the rest of them, you go for gadgets when you cannot defeat me in a straight brawl. But how naive of you to think such simple chemicals like this may do any harm to me. Back in Gotham and Santa Prisca, others have tried to tackle me with chemicals that are actually lethal in twisted ways, and I shrugg them off like nothing. Now listen, freak, you think you are different from what I have faced ? In the past few decades of my life, I have fought with and along the most extreme pack of human beings on this planet, many of them being the worst of the worst. Each and every one of those abominations, tried to take me down with methods that are physical, mental or even magical, and in the end, I walk out alive and rip all of them apart. I am not a spider or a goblin, I am something beyond the worst of your imagination, something that only appears in your worst nightmares. I AM BANE ! And I am going to BREAK YOUR SOUL ! "
Marching forward, Bane abruptly halts, as he notices an evil grin appearing on the goblin's face, as Norman snatches out a different bomb. Despite the fact that it has been heavily modified to resemble a cartoonish halloween pumpking, Bane, with his extensive experience in the fields of global warfare, is sharp enough to realize it is a grenade, which won't necessarily hurt him, but might destroy the venom tubes at this short of a distance. Throwing himself out of and window and landing safely on the ground, Bane only has seconds to regain balance when the Green Goblin comes out of the explosion, with the glider under his feet.
"Beware the wrath of the Goblin ! " Norman shouts, as more pumpking bombs rain down, which Bane retaliates in vain with his AK-47, because the Goblin is too fast of a target to aim properly. The air superiority leaves Bane with no choice but to run for his life, but despite his superhuman speed, he is still not fast enough to outrun the Glider, as the Goblin soon catches him up. With his MP5 and AK-47 out of ammo, Bane discards both firearms and pulls off the door of his vehicle for his minigun.
Holding the heavy weapon with bare hands, Bane unleashes it against the Goblin. Bullets from the weapon clashes with the pumpking bombs mid-air, leading to them exploding before hitting the ground. "You fool ! " Goblin laughs, as he swiftly dodges some of the bullets, while tanking the rest. "You seriously believe that you can kill me with guns , after we have been fighting for this long ? "
Bane, however, replies calmly - "While it is true that guns cannot kill you with ease, an overwhelming number of bullets will potentially do the job, or at least severely break you and make you hurt, or else you wouldn't have screamed when I broke your bones or dodged when I fired at you. So, at this very moment, I'm not trying to kill you with the gun. Instead, I'm trying to make you dodge, so that you will be in the right position for me to kill you. "
"What ? " The Goblin asks in confusion, as he swiftly glides aside to shun another barrack of bullets. "What the f**K are you talking abo - ? " Suddenly, Norman pauses, as he realizes what Bane has meant. In the past few minutes, when he was being forced to glide aside, the cape of his broken costume has been entanged on the spiked gargoyle decoration of the top floor of Ravencroft.
"Finally, it's time to break you ! " Bane shouts, as he drops the minigun and picks up the rocket launcher, swiftly climbing up the car and taking aim. A huge explosion soon follows, sending both the Goblin and the Glider crashing into the building, utterly shattering the Goblin Armor in the process. Blood pours out of various parts of Norman's body, as he struggles to stand up. But the Goblin eventually picks himself up and once again boards the half-destroyed glider. Gliding out of the building shakily, the Goblin smirks as Bane watches in shock.
"You are still alive. Impressive. But you won't last very long, for - " Bane stops in terror, for he realizes what the Goblin is attempting. Instead of fleeing or dropping out more bombs, the mad man is actually readying his already-broken body for a dash, and judging from the state of the glider, it is still functioning and more than capable to accomplish the mad man's goal before Bane finish reloading his rocket launcher.
"Don't, you will kill us both, you psychopath - " Bane shouts , as he jumps aside to avoid the incoming doom, but as previously described, he simply cannot outrun the glider. Having maximized its speed, the Goblin bumps into the man mountain alongside his Glider almost instantly, sending himself flying backwards and crashing onto the ground, while the Glider thrusting into Bane's chest. Both men groaned in extreme pain, as they hit the ground hard. But Norman Osborn, with most of his body intact apart from several broken bones and bleeding wounds, manages to stand up, albeit in a crippled fashion. "I am unkillable. I am immortal ! " He mocks, "While you are certainly not ! " While Bane, on the other, with the glider piercing his body and all the tubes on his back damaged by the impact, coughs out huge amount of noisome liquid, which is a mixure of vomit, blood and venom, as his mind fades into blankness.
This time, the Goblin has broken the Bane.
WINNER : NORMAN OSBORN AKA THE GREEN GOBLIN
Epilogue[]
"Now, let's see what this man wants so badly from the institute. " Norman whispers to himself, as he kicks aside the large corpse of Bane, revealing the small box his enemy has been tasked to retrieve.
"Strange. I can feel a stream of powerful energy that is inconsistent with its size floating inside this tiny device. No wonder this thing intrigues Otto. "
Picking it up, the Goblin observes it with curiosity, as he touches the totems engraved on the box, seeking for a handle to open it. Sensing a button, Osborn presses it, and all in a sudden, he is plunged into a realm of complete darkness, and just before his eyes could adapt to the darkness, he hears something bizarre -
BOOM
The noise itself is not loud, but it is a poweful one, for it reminds him of hearing large explosions from a long distance. Another strange thing is that, despite the noise, he himself is not injuried. To make things even more complicated, he now finds himself no longer in the street in front of Ravencroft, instead, he is now in a small basement. The strong smell of alcohol and the barrels displayed around him are signs that tell him he is below a bar.
"What the hell just happened ? " Hardly has Goblin adjusted to the new environment, when a concentrated beam of pure red energy is launched towards him.The goblin dodges it instinctively. "Cyclops ! Glad to know that you're here as well, but you've missed, you utter fool - " Before he can finish, the red beam, which passes him , unnaturally takes a turn in its trajectory and blasts him from behind, instantly reducing him and his armor into ashes.
"Now that's unnecessary, Turpin. You could've just knocked him out instead of killing him. "
"He'll get resurrected in couple of days. So will Bane. This is how things work around here. The power of Anti-Life Equation is pathetically trivial when compared to the power of them, those who are in charge. And by the way, since here's only the two of us, you can use my real name, Luthor. "
"Very well then, Darkseid. So, back to the topic. What do you want from me ? "
"Plain and simple. I need you to construct a device that will help connect to Apokolips, with this motherbox and other resources at my disposal. In this way, I can regain my powers that were lost in my fight against the old one. "
"That's not how things work around here, Darkseid. Once you've been brought into the Federal, you can run, you can fight, but you can never escape. For years, I have attempted to escape with every physical, metaphysical and magical methods imaginable. All failed disastrously. So why not stop trying and start enjoying your life in this brave new world ? "
"For a 12th level intellect, your ability to comprehend at times baffles me. I'm well aware of how this place works and the futility of attempting to escape. Therefore, my request is not a device that will send me back to Apokolips, but instead, a device let will enable me to communicate with my followers stranded back there. So that even without the presence of great Darkseid, they will continue my research into the Anti-Life for eternity, until eternity itself has been conquered under the name of Darkseid, and then all are Darkseid and Darkseid is. "
"If that is what you are aiming to do, I would like to put forward a more feasible alternative. You see, I've recently received this piece of information - it comes as a rumor, but it is the kind of rumor that usually turns out to be true. The being that orchestrated your fight with the old one is planning another fight. He has already selected a group of extraterrestrials with godly powers to represent one side, but he hasn't yet decided their opponents. And I happen to know a certain individual whose suggestion is always valued by the being, so with the correct set of manipulation, I think there's a high chance that we can determine this particular choice. "
"So what are you trying to suggest ? "
"The Dark Side Club has always been troubled by a lack of personnels, doesn't it , Darkseid ? You always find it hard to offer good service in busy hours, both in terms of custome service and the quest for the equation. I think here comes a chance to solve this issue. "
"I see....You do have an astonishingly good idea. " The bartender lets out a grin, as he sets aside the mother box, and begins formulating his desired line-up for the fight.
Expert's Opinions[]
Despite Bane's superior skills, experience and mental health, his lack of effective weapons and physical capabilities ultimately hold him back in his fight with the Green Goblin, who is able to compensate for his insanity and lack of fighting skills with the strength required to bring down the back-breaker.
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Battle vs. Penguin (by The Deadliest Warrior)[]
In the gloomy, dark, and dirty streets of Gotham City, The Penguin casually strolls out of Gotham City bank, two vile-looking crows perched on either shoulder. As he starts to cross the street, two quiet shots ring out and the birds on Penguin's shoulder disappear in a puff of feathers. Penguin sqwaks unhappily and looks up, umbrella aimed at the skies. The Green Goblin, riding on his Goblin Glider, swoops down, laughing manically and drops several Pumpkin Bombs down at the Penguin. The Penguin raises his umbrella over his head and the bombs explode harmlessly.
The Penguin activates his Umbrella Helicopter and whizzes after the Goblin. When the Green Goblin lands on a tall building, the Penguin drops a few buildings behind and takes careful aim with his Umbrella gun and fires. The shot hits the Green Goblin square in his back, a killing shot, but the Goblin's armor protects him. The Goblin hops back on his Goblin Glider and zooms over the Penguin, but after a quick slice from the Umbrella Sword, the Glider is rendered useless and the Goblin jumps at the Penguin, claws scratching furiously.
However, the Penguin quickly raises a fist in the air, catching the Goblin staight in the face. The Penguin jumps in the air and lands a perfect kick on the Goblin's chest, knocking him down. The Green Goblin recovers, however, and throws two Goblin Boomerangs at Penguin,which the Penguin dodges and flips back up, only to come face-to-face with the Goblin Gun. The Penguin quacks and tries to stall the goblin while he fumbles in his pocket for what he's looking for - a Penguin Bomb. As the Goblin scowls and cocks the gun, the penguin grins crookedly and points down.
The Green Goblin opens his mouth in confusion as The Penguin activates his Umbrella Helicopter and flies away. There is a small penguin-figurine, about three feet tall, making faster and faster penguin noises. As the sqwakes and honks reach the pinnacle of their speed, the penguin explodes, sending the Goblin hurtling over the side of the building to his death on the streets far below. Far away, as The Penguin hears the bomb explode, and he laughs and lands on the ground, running with what little money he managed to keep during the fight.
Expert's Opinion[]
The experts believed that Penguin's victory was due to his surprisingly deadly and reliable Umbrella weapons and that he was a better fighter up close than the Goblin.
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Reason[]
Battle was declared unfair because there was no mention of Green Goblin's superhuman physicality and Penguin was given weapons he did not use.
Battle vs. Batman (Comics) (by Thats random369)[]
In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne is searching on the bat-computer for all the information he can find on a new criminal called the "Green Goblin" that has just come to Gotham. Alfred walks into the room, "Would you like a drink master Bru...oh I see your still looking into our new little friend." says Alfred. "Apparently there was a very similar criminal in New York, his attacks stopped about the time he appeared in Gotham. I looked into all flights to and from Gotham within the month of his arival but nothing has come up that would be helpful. This guys good." says Bruce. "Perhaps you should get some rest sir, remember you have your big meeting with Norman Osborn tommor..." A loud boom is heard. Bruce runs upstairs, batarang in hand, to see what happend. He sees a giant hole in the main entrance and the Goblin on his glider. "Hope you have ensurance Mr. Wayne, or should I say... Batman!"
A very surprised Bruce throws his batarang at the goblin, who isn't fast enough to react in time and gets his wrist sliced. Aaagghh! screams the Goblin grabbing his wrist. You will pay for that... but not tonight, I'm afraid I have a busy day tomorow so I'll have pospone your death to later this week." says the Goblin as he flies away on his glider. Bruce picks up the batarang off the ground and stares at it for a minute or so. "That was unfortunate." says Alfred. "Not as much as one might think" says Bruce, "I now have evidence to find out his identidy." says Bruce holding up the batarang. He runs the blood on the batarang through the bat-computer. The computer has only one match... Norman Osborn.
The Next Day...
Norman enters the meeting room with a smirk on his face. He sits at the head of table "Sorry I'm late gentlemen now, lets begin." bla bla bla a bunch of 2 hours wirth of boring buisness talk. Everyone around the table stands up and prepares to leave. "Its a true pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne." says Osborn extending his hand. "Its good to finally meet you in person." says Bruce, shaking Osborns hand, while at the same time sticking a microscopic tracking device on his hand. "I hope to see you soon." says Bruce. "As do I, as do I." says Norman with a devilish smirk.
Batman enters Norman Osborn's hotel room through the balcony. As soon as he enters he sees a bloody knife on the carpet, in the blood is the tracking device. The Green Goblin emerges on his glider behind Batman. "Did you really think I wouldn't have expected you to do something like that at the meeting. Your intelligence is highly overrated!". Batman turns around just to kicked in the face by the Goblin. Batman falls backwards onto the floor. "Now I will finish you!" taunts the Goblin, unsheathing his sword. The Goblin slashes at Batman's neck, only for Batman to block it with his gauntlets. The goblin tries to get his sword unstuck, but his attemps fail as Batman snaps the tip of the sword off and then punches him in the chest. The Goblin falls off his glider and lays crumpled on the floor for a second, the sword goes flying off the balcony. Batman walks towards him prepared to defeat the Goblin. The Goblin presses a button on his glove, which makes two blades emerge from the tip of the glider. The glider suddenly goes darting at Batman. Batman isn't quick enough to dodge it and gets a large gash on his side, the glider gets stuck in the door. Batman shakes it off and throws three batarangs at the Goblin. The Goblin dodges the first two but the third hits his glider control glove causing the glider blades to conceal themselves into the glider, making it unstuck. The furious Goblin throws two razor-wings at Batman and runs for his glider. Batman quikly dodges them with ease. The Goblin is now mounted on his glider and trying to escape. "I'll see you in hell Batman." he exclaimes as he throws two pumpkin bombs at him. Batman, quickly realizing what they are when it starts beeping, jumps off the balcony.
He uses the batclaw to propel himself at a nearby rooftop as the hotel room explodes. He follows the Goblin to a safehouse in North Gotham. The Goblin is talking on a intercom to someone. "The Batmans dead. We had a deal I kill the Batman you stop sending your people after me, its getting boring slautering them, its just too easy. Keep up your end of the deal or your next!". Batman waits till he done talking then throws a sonic shock batarang hurtling at the Goblin, who doesn't notice it until Batman detonates it. The Goblin falls over and starts twitching uncontrolobly on the ground for a few seconds (the Goblin's armor is the only reason he wasn't knocked out completely). Batman swoops down and kicks the Goblin in the face. "Who wants me dead?!" interrigates the Batman. "You would like to now wouldn't you, you bastard." exclaims the Goblin mockinly. The Goblin knees Batman in the groin and stands over him, prepared to kill him. Batman thinks fast and throws a batarang at a falty light fixture, making the room pich black. The Goblin is distracted for a second, which gives Batman enough time to escape, he turns his sight to night vision and grapples onto a high beam.
Batman sprays explosive gel on the goblin glider than escaped through a skylight the Goblin turns on an emergency light and stumbles onto his glider, the serum is whering off. He attemps to escape to somewhere, but as soon as he's in the air Batman detonates the gel making the glider explode, knocking the Goblin onconsious. He catches the Goblin with his batclaw hangs him from a fire escape, He then sets off a distress flair and leaves him for the Police.
Winner: Batman
Expert's Opinion[]
Batman won because he has fought more powerful foes and was intelligent enough to work around the Green Goblins tactics.
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Reason[]
The battle was declared invalid for neglecting to mention the Green Goblin's superhuman physicality.
Battle vs. Joker (DC Comics) (by Wassboss)[]
No battle will be written.
Winner- Green Goblin.
Expert's Opinion[]
Green Goblin was able to win because he had a superior arsenal of weapons, was stronger and faster and had superior tactics.
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