Elmer Fudd BEATS UP Batman?

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Elmer Fudd nearly brings down the Dark Knight?

Fueled by a deep thirst for revenge, Fudd is no longer the bumbling wabbit hunter you remember. This Fudd is a relentless hitman prowling Gotham’s underbelly, transformed by loss and rage. He believes that Silver St. Cloud, the love of his life, was murdered by Bugs “The Bunny,” Gotham's sly, streetwise informant. Fudd tracks Bugs to Porky’s Bar, where he’s ready to settle the score.

But vengeance is rarely straightforward. As Fudd prepares to end Bugs, Bugs makes an unexpected offer. To spare his life, he admits to pulling the trigger but reveals that he was paid to do so by Bruce Wayne.

Without wasting time, Fudd quickly heads to Wayne Manor and guns down his target. Believing he’s put Bruce down, Fudd returns to his apartment, unaware of the shadow tailing him, the Batman.
And then, it begins. A brutal brawl between the Caped Crusader and the hardened hunter ensues. Blow for blow, Batman realizes he’s up against a man with deadly precision and an unbreakable resolve, a worthy adversary pushing him to his limits. But as fists and bullets fly, secrets unravel. Between gasps, Fudd reveals that Bruce Wayne had a reason to kill Silver St. Cloud—she was his, once.

Batman realizes that Fudd got the wrong guy and de-escalates the situation. He tells Fudd that Bruce survived the attack and assures him that he never hired Bugs for murder. The two agree to a truce, setting their sights on finding the real truth.
Their search leads back to Porky’s, where an all-out bar brawl erupts with Tweety, Sylvester, and other bar regulars. Then, in a shocking twist, they see Silver St. Cloud sitting at the end of the bar. Very much alive. She faked her death because she was desperate to escape the danger that Bruce and Fudd brought into her life.


As she walks away, leaving both men stunned, Batman and Fudd are left to grapple with a bitter irony, they were just pawns in a twisted game of love. In the end, Batman, Fudd, and Bugs are left drowning their sorrows together over a glass of carrot juice, pondering the choices that led them there.