Under Red Hood's precise gunfire, the streetlights shattered, and the flying glass instantly put the armed men onshore on alert.
"Someone's here!" a startled voice cried. Everyone immediately raised their guns toward Red Hood.
"This looks kind of fun."
Miaomiao's voice sounded like a bell dipped in sugar.
The fight onshore had only just begun, and the relentless gunfire made Miaomiao want to join the fun. Remembering her assignment, she could only patiently keep herself hidden, leaving just her eyes exposed as she watched everything around her, ready to provide support at any moment.
"Sweetheart, this isn't one of the shooting games we play at home."
"Batman" tapped his communicator as a reminder, then slipped silently into action himself.
The Big Bat darted out from behind a shipping container, the cape of his Batsuit sweeping over the gravel behind him. Batarangs spun from his hands, striking the knees of two armed men running toward Robin with pinpoint accuracy.
"Red Robin, jam their comms. Don't let them call Black Mask for backup."
"Already done." There was a barely perceptible note of pride in Red Robin's voice as he continued feeding them intel. "Watch the man leading them, the one in the black trench coat. He's Black Mask's second-in-command. His left hand is a mechanical prosthetic with serious firepower. Two guards at the cargo hold entrance, carrying flashbangs."
"I'll take care of them."
Atop the crane, Robin crouched, his fingertips brushing the collapsible metal staff at his waist. It instantly unfolded into nunchucks, a faint current flickering at the ends.
He took a deep breath and leaped down when the fog was at its thickest. His cape traced a clean arc through the air as the boy shot toward the guards at the cargo hold entrance like an arrow.
The moment they