When the thick fog rolled in once again, no one realized how unusual this invasion was. As usual, they followed the rules they had discovered before and waited for the fog to disperse as soon as possible.
The Robins split up again, but this time it was because they wanted to fight for Robin King's cape. To do that, they had to attack Wayne Tower—but they could not simply charge in head-on. They had to divide the work and cooperate.
First, someone had to go scout ahead and figure out the defenses around Wayne Tower so they could formulate the next stage of the attack.
Someone also had to go back for heavy weapons. No matter what, the building was not going to survive, so they might as well repay Robin King with an explosion like the one at the Capitol Building.
And someone needed to handle exploration and breaching. If they were forced to use explosives, they would have to fight Robin King amid the ruins afterward, which would definitely require some specialized equipment.
Finally, someone had to stay behind and tend to the wounded. Of course, someone had already taken over that job. Having had his equipment taken away, Spider-Man voluntarily took on the responsibility of caring for Arkham Knight. It was not that he did not want to go out and have fun, but he truly could not watch someone suffer so badly in front of him and remain indifferent.
Arkham Knight was not very lucid right now. When he had been agitated earlier, the Robins' solution had been to give him a shot of sedative. The sedative had indeed worked, but the problem was that they had administered it at a very bad time.
At the time, Arkham Knight had only suffered mental agitation. His psychosomatic