Batman and Robin sped through the darkened streets of Gotham in the Batmobile, heading toward an abandoned parking garage where Scarecrow was suspected of selling his fear toxin.
Robin glanced at Batman, his tone laced with a hint of frustration. "I mean, a drug deal versus a bank robbery? Feels like we should be stopping the robbery."
"Not tonight. Focus—this is bigger. We're here." Batman's voice was steady, unyielding, as the Batmobile plowed into the garage, its reinforced frame making short work of the entrance.
Gunfire erupted the moment they entered, bullets pinging harmlessly off the Batmobile's armored exterior. The criminals stood outside, unloading everything they had.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "Do these guys really not know this thing is bulletproof?"
"They're buying fear toxin. What do you think?" Batman replied, his tone dripping with grim sarcasm.
"Good point."
As the Batmobile screeched to a halt, Batman turned to Robin. "You ready?"
Robin glanced down, adjusting his belt and then reaching up to tighten his mask. "Yeah, let's get this over with."
Without warning, the Batmobile's missile launchers fired, sending a barrage of explosions that rocked the garage. The criminals scrambled in confusion as fire and debris spread, creating the perfect distraction.
Under the cover of chaos, Batman and Robin slipped out the back of the Batmobile, moving silently through the shadows toward their prey.
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A man dressed like Batman crept through the shadows, his gun raised and ready, eyes scanning for any threat. His breathing was heavy as he moved cautiously, finger hovering over the trigger. Suddenly, a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing the barrel of the gun. The real Batman stepped into view, his grip ironclad as he bent the gun's barrel with a cold, effortless motion.
Before the fake could react, Batman landed a single punch, sending him crumpling to the ground unconscious. As Batman straightened, he heard footsteps behind him. Without turning fully, he pivoted, striking the man behind him and slamming his head into the nearby railing with a resounding thud.
"You know, you could help," Batman growled, glancing up at Robin, who was casually perched on the rail above, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
"I could, yeah. But where's the fun in that?" Robin smirked, leaning back with exaggerated nonchalance before disappearing over the rail, falling backward into the shadows below. "Catch you later, Batsy!"
A sudden revving of an engine echoed through the garage. Scarecrow, his mask barely visible in the dim light, sped down the ramps in a battered white van. Robin, ever the showman, leapt from the shadows and landed silently on the van's roof, his balance flawless.
Before Scarecrow could even process what was happening, Batman dropped from above, his boots slamming into the van's roof with a devastating impact. The metal crumpled beneath him, bringing the van to a violent stop.
Batman and Robin dragged Scarecrow out of the wreckage and set him against the wall. Robin yanked off Scarecrow's mask, holding it for a moment as though considering some witty remark. But Batman ignored Scarecrow, his attention turning back to the costumed vigilante on the ground.
Kneeling over the fake Batman, he spoke coldly. "Don't let me find you out here again."
As Batman turned and began walking toward the Batmobile, the fake Batman stirred, his voice desperate. "We're trying to help you!"
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Blackbird
FanficYoung Bryce cooper is rescued from the league of assassins by billionaire Bruce Wayne. He becomes the first robin and saves the world along with other hero's!
