No, here's how it would go down: Batman and Master Chief would square off. They circle each other, gauging the skill and strength of the other. A bolt of lightening and the crash of thunder fills the sky. A few large drops of water splat Chief's visor and Batman Cowel. They make tennative punches and feints, trying to see if a quick win is possible. They can tell its not. But they are professionals, their training dictates the forms be followed. The fight intensifies. Batman nearly falls to a round of lightening fast punches and kicks from the Green Armored Super Soldier. He back peddles, blocking furiously. The Armor is the key. Batman begins a plan. The first blow comes from a block, he twists his hand and relieves Chief of one of his wrist pieces. Chief is taken back. The strange man, dressed like a bat just removed part of his armor! Hos breath quickens and he presses a furious attack. He looks down and now a piece from his shin is gone too! He can't let this go on. He tries a series of powerful kicks that puts the caped crusader on his heels. Batman, knowing that he is on the right path continues his strategy of removing the armor from the soldier. Bit by bit Chief's speed lowers to a more normal pace. Faster than nearly anyone he has ever fought, save maybe Bane, but manageable. Finally he has only the chest piece and helmet on over the soldier's matte black under-suit. Chief has grown desperate. He is losing, and he knows it. He doesn't lose well. In fact, he's never lost. He replicates the other man's strategy. A flip of a cape and he feels his chest piece fall. The cape is the first thing he removes from the bat. Followed by the gauntlets and boots. Batman feels a pang of regret for leaving his guard down. He had been so focused on taking down his opponent, that he didn't notice that his cape, gloves and boots were off. Oh well, he thinks. He's fought barefoot before. He lands a kick that takes Chief's helmet off. The man is blinking as though he hasn't fought without it in years. Maybe the fight is almost over... Chief reels back. He feels the wind and rain on his face for the first time since training. The cold stings his face. He looks at the strange man across from him and bounds into a cartwheel and leap that rips the bat cowel from the Batman's head. Now they are on even levels. The belt is the last thing and Chief will have the upper hand. Batman has a moment of terror. How had this strange pale man move so quickly? His mask is off! If anyone sees him now his secret identity is exposed! In this moment of doubt he doesn't feel Chief grab him and strip him of his utility belt. He looks at the Chief and feels pity at the paleness and scars. He thinks perhaps here is another being trapped in the costume and role. Chief knows he's about to win. He's been here before. He sees the moment of recognition in the Batman's eyes. Does he know him? Maybe the man is a failed Spartan. That would explain the speed and training. He looks again, no, they are not brothers in that sense. The man is a kindred spirit! He burns with the same fire that Chief does! The two men continue their fight, moving closer and closer. Their fight turns from the usual acrobatics and poetry of punches and kicks to a more personal wrestling. As they grapple one another their costumes get more and more torn. Soon only the most modest scraps of uniform keep their nakedness at bay. Finally, as their comradary could no long be contained, to two men grab each others heads and lapse into a timeless kiss. The rain pours more heavily as they express their newfound love for one another in that alley way. That is how the Batman and Masterchief met and fell in love. Their wedding is next Tuesday. I hope you will all be their. Chief is wearing white, and Cortana is giving him away. Alfred is the best man, and Lord Hood will conduct the rite.