Terry had tracked down his nemesis. Finally, he was going to put an end to Inque once and for all. He had hoped that whatever cell they had placed her in would've kept it in proper containment, but no, it had to get free. He wouldn't be this upset if she didn't have the habit of kicking the shit out of him in most fights they've had.
 
The plus side was that her molecular composition was degenerating, fast. As a result, she lacked the ability to even transform into her human shape, and her transmuting ability was starting to take a toll on what counted as a body. So, this in mind, Bruce had developed a new kind of Batarang, a prototype that emits a high amount of constant electricity to nullify her ability to solidify and keep her stunned long enough for return containment.
 
He tracked her down at a chemical factory, one of the many stops she was making to help create a cure for her condition. Slinking into the shadows, he tried to approach her unaware, flipping and vaulting over various pipes or support beams that held this plant's processors together. The only thing that'd suck more than her being cured is for her to catch him off guard.
 
Which is what happened when he slipped on a suspicious oil splat that made him trip and drop into a free fall. With a shout, he twisted around, getting a glimpse of her tendril wrapping around his slicked right foot while erecting herself. With a punching effect, he fired off the electric batarang...and missed as she bent herself out of the way at the last moment, letting the crackling projectile sink into the metal behind her.
 
"ULLLLLLMPH!" A follow-up grapple was made over his face, smothering it in an oppressive inky grip he was too familiar with. Reaching up to his face, he tried clawing it off, allowing her to whip him around to smash into various metal beams and tanks full of chemicals. Finishing off with a final crack, he'd be released, allowing him to groan up to a standing position with a trickle of blood escaping his mouth; a result of him biting the inside of his cheek during his struggle for air in the midst of his thrashing.
 
She let loose a whipping kick, his head embedded into the already dented chemical tank. Despite the throbbing his skull felt, he slipped out of its hold and began to engage in a futile melee attack. A kick here, a punch there and a final thrust of his arm got him fully stuck into her liquid form, only mildly inconveniencing her. Grasping him by the leg, she let out a strained yell as her degenerating form put forth all the energy required to thrash him into another distant tank.
 
Bracing himself with arms crossed over his face, he felt his whole world shake violently, his upper body quaking from the pain his suit buffeted if only barely. Struggling to catch his breath, he heard a succinct sound of a brandished blade, knowing that Inque was intending to finish him off. Struggling to rip himself out of the indented metal, he'd leap away at the last moment, escaping a torso-sized blade attached to Inque's oblong white-spotted head. Her arms separated into four spider-like tendrils, each one piercing and smashing through the plant's infrastructure, tubes and plating as he continued to move as quickly as his adrenaline pumping body would allow.
 
Approaching back to the flashing spark of his Electric Batarang, Terry felt the desperate desire to get the one weapon to put Inque in his place; right up until his waist was wrapped by something slimy and cool to the touch, even through his suit. A yank back, his cowl-wrapped jaw smacked into something hard and his vision became disoriented as he tasted more blood, his neck and arms experiencing the same touch.
 
"Ahhhhhnnnnnnnngh," Terry groaned from the descending pull he was experiencing, his body twisting and writhing in the ink-tendrils twined tightly around his appendages, neck and abdomen. Turned around, the neck wrapped ink briefly slid over his lips and eyes, giving him the perspective that he was being pulled straight towards her bosom.
 
"HrrrrrrrrrMMMMMMMMPH!" Batman was thrust without mercy, his whole visual spectrum becoming a bubbling broth of black. During his strained exhale, he let loose a bountiful amount of air, producing a host of gelatinous bubbles to form around his sight, doing nothing to stop his shoulders and chest to be yanked into the inky prison. His hands were pinned to his sides, his frame turned around to keep him from righting himself, leaving all but his violently kicking legs.
 
"WMPH TFMPH HRRMPH!" The Beyond Knight shouted profanely within the muck, his legs becoming twined by threads of Inque's body as her ovular head stretched above her contained quarry as it became a dripping coffin for him. One leg successfully sunk in, followed by the last, leaving it to squirm and stretch with protest. A final, "Urrrrrmmmmmmf," as he drew still brought Inque personal satisfaction she managed to drown him inside of her.
 
A sudden sound of something whirring brought her attention back down, and the still bulge let loose a violent escape, with jet thrusters from his boots blasted her apart with flames of propulsion. Crying out in pain and anger, her body scattered in many directions, taking precious seconds to reform as he zoomed off with wings extended, taking off towards the dangerous spark. She'd climb after him, spreading her body in a wide net in hope's of entangling him once again.
 
Grasping the Batarang during an upward ascent before turning around to look down at his rapidly approaching enemy, Terry took aim, threw it...and saw Inque's gelatinous mass separate from a partition that took the brunt of it, leaving it to drop in a sizzling goop downwards. Eyes widened as a white-spot appeared in a broad billowing wave to encompass him at every direction.
 
"NO-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" He cried out, just before his body was smothered into the unrelenting form of Inque once more. Not intending to leave anything to chance, he felt his boots carved at the soles from the inside, shattering the thrusters and his utility belt crackled from the strain. Now with more air, but less resources, all the Batman could do was squirm uselessly while putting on a show for his captor.
 
"You can't get away this time, little Bat," Inque chided, now cooing in a sensual tone as her craned over to observe a stretched outline of Terry's cowl pushing against the orb she created for holding him. His chest, arms and shoulders stretched tightly, his impressive suit enhancement to his strength enabling this where others could not, but still holding him tightly. A liquid twitch and Terry was hauled back inside with only gripping, ink-wrapped hands clawing at the outside before he was rolled around and rubbed possessively within.
 
"HRRRRRRRRRNGH!" Terry cried out, his lungs aching from a lack of air as he screamed and tried to muscle his way out again. His legs kicked at the bottom, showing his boots and suit defined muscle through the gooey hold that was had over him. Despite his efforts, he'd be rubber banded back up, the core constricting around him into a fetal position that pressed hard against him.
 
"HLLLLLMPH MLLLLLLLLLPH! HLLLLLLMPH MLLLLLLLLLLPH!" He shouted for help, his air starved lungs burning in excruciating yearning to inhale anything. His body punched in shapeless bulges, in and out, his shoulders and head pressing against one angle only to be yanked back into the center again. Squirming and twitching, soon he couldn't stop his mouth from opening like that last time, and begin to take in the tainted substance of Inque.
 
"That's it. Open Wide!~" She cooed out, adding insult to injury as she forced herself into his mouth as he'd begin to gargle and choke through painful swallows past his gums to his throat, down to his chest cavity. Within he'd shake and squirm, painfully ingesting her while fighting off her possessive grip on his person. In a last ditched effort, he swam against the tide of ink, brushing away the surface till only his pointed-earred head thrust out.
 
"ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!" He gurgled out, bubbling the surface of the continuous flow of ink that not only wrapped his face but was seeping into his propped-open mouth. Tearing behind his mask, he'd feel his vision go dark, his body becoming numb and his head slowly pulled back into the orb. A final clawed hand distended from the bag of goo before it'd sink back in, leaving only a drowning sigh of resignation from Terry.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," He moaned, his body becoming cold and inert as his vision glazed over into nothingness. As Inque would reform, he'd be nothing but a large prominent bulge in her torso. If she had a human face, she'd be grinning with glee. Finally bagging her catch, once she'd cure herself of this degeneration she can finally cash in on that bounty from oh-so-long-ago.
 
Thinks were looking up for Inque!