The situation in the prisoner transport was far more complicated than Oswald's.
It was a fully enclosed metal box, without even a window anyone could climb through. The only exit was the locked iron door at the rear, and opening it would detonate the bomb.
Harvey's convertible sped over the slippery road, keeping close alongside the prisoner transport in the rain.
He shouted toward the transport's driver's seat, "Hey! You two, switch on autopilot and jump into my car!"
The two police officers exchanged a glance, quickly pressed the autopilot button, opened the window, and jumped into the convertible's back seat one after the other.
As soon as they had settled into their seats, one of them asked breathlessly, "Sir, what do we do now?"
Without looking back, Harvey said only, "You drive."
Then he did something none of them had expected.
He stood straight up from the driver's seat, stepped onto the edge of the door, and climbed into the prisoner transport's driver's seat in one swift, decisive movement.
The two police officers in the back seat stared in disbelief. He had actually climbed aboard the vehicle carrying the bomb of his own accord.
Harvey dropped into the driver's seat, buckled his seat belt, and took hold of the wheel.
He turned his head toward the palm-sized observation window behind him and said, "I'm here."
Chains rattled softly inside the compartment, and Bruce's voice came through the little window, tinged with worry and resignation:
"This is too dangerous. There's a bomb on this vehicle."
Harvey glanced at the fuel gauge on the dashboard. "We've still got an hour's worth of driving. We're not dying yet."
Then he added, "The Bright Knight and the Dark Knight wouldn't look nearly as impressive with either one missing."
In the rear compartment, Bruce