The Batmobile burst out of the ruins without slowing down and charged straight toward the beach with a thud.
A specially mounted machine gun popped out from the front of the vehicle. Batman stared at the grotesquely shaped Clown Dragon.
Just its makeup made him deeply uncomfortable.
The no-kill rule... that meant not killing people. Was this thing even human?
Batman did not need to think before pulling the trigger. Two hundred and seventy rounds turned the machine gun's barrel red-hot, like it had just been pulled from a furnace, radiating scorching heat.
He did not like firearms, aside from his Grappling Gun. His parents had been killed by gunfire, leaving him with all kinds of prejudices against these human tools of murder. But the most important reason was this.
When you picked up a gun to kill someone, it was easier than using a knife or a club. All you had to do was pull the trigger.
Simple and efficient.
The Batmobile drifted to a sudden stop before a pool of red molten liquid. A huge pit had been burned into the beach, filled with melted magma. Even the terrain had been altered.
A heavy engine roared from behind. Batman, who had just leaned out of the vehicle, turned to look.
A uniquely shaped vehicle, resembling an enormous battering ram and gleaming with metallic luster, sped toward them, sending every brick and tile fragment in its way flying.
Like a wildly charging bulldozer, it barreled straight at them. Batman immediately got back into the car and moved the Batmobile aside.
The strangely shaped vehicle charged directly at the Clown Dragon, accelerating even further. Like a sharp claw, it pierced into the Clown Dragon's body.
The Clown Dragon did not react at all. Ever since the Batmobile had arrived, it