The Special Combat Division A.
A css filled with the strongest cadets in the entire academy. The ones with talent, power, and terrifying ambition.
And now—Batman was one of them.
The moment he stepped into Sector 7, he could feel it.
The sheer BLOODLUST.
The air was thick with hostility. These weren’t just students. They were monsters wearing human skin.
Future warlords. Assassins. Rulers of the battlefield.
And they were all watching him.
The dormitory wasn’t like the ones in the lower divisions.
No luxury. No comfort. Just barebones rooms built for warriors.
Efficient. Cold. Practical.
As he entered, he heard voices.
"Tch. So they really threw a random nobody into our css?"
Batman turned.
Two figures stood before him.
Aran – A towering beast of a man. Muscles like steel, eyes like a predator.
Cyrille – A girl with golden hair, sitting zily on a windowsill, smirking like she knew something he didn’t.
Aran cracked his knuckles.
"Listen up, newbie. This isn’t your average training ground."
"If you’re weak, you’re dead."
Batman blinked.
"...That so?"
Cyrille giggled.
"Oh, don’t scare him too much, Aran. Who knows? Maybe he’s more dangerous than he looks."
Batman smirked.
Finally, someone who gets it.
---
Minutes ter, Batman stood in the middle of a circur arena, surrounded by the entire division.
Instructor Kaelith, a cold-eyed warrior, spoke.
"New cadets must prove their worth."
"You will fight."
A single word.
"Survive."
Batman sighed.
Of course.
---
A massive figure stepped forward.
Garrick – The Division’s “Executioner.”
A mountain of muscle. Covered in scars. Wielding a warhammer the size of a boulder.
He grinned.
"I’ll try not to kill you too fast."
Batman rolled his shoulders.
"Appreciate it."
---
The moment the fight began—
The hammer swung.
And the ground exploded.
Batman dodged, barely avoiding the impact as cracks spread across the floor.
Tch. He’s fast for his size.
Garrick didn’t stop. He swung again—faster, harder, deadlier.
But Batman?
He was already moving.
The moment the hammer hit the ground again, Batman jumped onto it.
Before Garrick could react, Batman kicked off, flipping behind him.
Open spot.
His foot smmed into Garrick’s back.
The giant staggered.
The crowd gasped.
Batman didn’t stop. He darted forward—a blur of motion.
One strike.
Two.
Three.
A precise blow to the ribs—breaking bance.
A knee to the jaw—shattering focus.
Then—
BOOM.
Batman’s fist smmed into Garrick’s face.
The giant colpsed.
Silence.
Then—
The entire division erupted into chaos.
"What the hell?!"
"Did that guy just—?!"
"He took down Garrick in seconds?!"
Cyrille whistled.
"Hah. Now this is interesting."
Aran’s grin widened.
"Maybe this guy isn’t weak after all."
---
Instructor Kaelith stared at Batman.
Then, he nodded.
"You pass."
"Welcome to Special Combat Division A."
Batman smirked.
Another battlefield. Another game.
This is gonna be fun. ---
