Webbing stuck to the maintenance ring on the tyrannosaur's back.
Chen Mo swung into the Batcave with that pull. As he landed, the entire mechanical tyrannosaur was charging forward.
He failed to steady himself, banged his knee against the metal spine, and slid halfway forward before his fingers hurriedly hooked onto a row of raised fasteners.
"Woo-hoo!"
The tyrannosaur lowered its head and rammed the nearest Talon.
That Talon raised both blades, crossing them in front of his chest. The metal teeth never bit down. The tyrannosaur drove its forehead straight into his armor, pushing him into the stone pillar outside the wine cellar.
A chunk of the pillar cracked.
Chen Mo sat on the tyrannosaur's back, cosplaying a painting of Napoleon on horseback, his white eye lenses frighteningly bright.
His big eyes darted all around the Batcave, trying to find a weapon he could pick up and swing.
Batman punched aside a Talon lunging from his flank and looked up at him.
"Get down."
"Wait." Chen Mo gripped the spine. "I'm trying out a limited-edition Wayne Manor attraction."
"You can't ride it."
"It's already running on its own. That means it understands customer service. You can ride it!" Chen Mo made it clear he would not believe a single word Batman said.
Alfred's voice came down from the wall speakers.
"I must point out that Master Wayne is right. That is indeed not a mount."
"Sir, you rich people shouldn't be so stingy with your imagination."
The tyrannosaur planted its foreclaws on the ground, shaking the entire Batcave.
The Talon who had been driven into the pillar rolled out of the rubble. His chest armor was dented, but his movements remained coordinated. Without looking at Chen Mo, he ducked down alongside the tyrannosaur's foreleg, stabbing his short blade toward