Batman and Spider-Man

Chapter 10

Batgirl opened the shutter only to be greeted by a vacuum.

She didn't know why she breathed a sigh of relief, after all the Joker wouldn't be stupid enough to hide in a suit of armor.

"Ma'am I'm afraid you're going to have to leave," said the guard.

"Oh, come on! I was just helping out with the investigation," Batgirl said.

"By doing what?" Wilde said. "Laying your filthy hands on the only suit of armor that got cleaned before these bozos stormed in. Get out of here!"

"It was just a mistake," Batgirl said. "I thought I saw something."

Wilde scoffed. "How stupid do you have to be? You really think the Joker would be hiding in a suit of armor? I don't think the Joker is as stupid as you are."

Batgirl sighed. "Still doesn't give you a reason to push me out of here."

The expression on Wilde's face changed from that of an angry tomato to that of a stressed-out college student. "The presence of this here Batgirl causes me great duress. I'd like to kindly request she be removed from the premises."

"What?"

Gordon sighed. "Just listen to him Batgirl. No point in dragging this on any further."

Batgirl wanted to protest but decided there was no point in being stubborn. As long as she was still in around the mansion, she could keep track of what was going on with Wilde. She left the basement and waited outside the door. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared. She could see the windows of the mansion dotted with millions of raindrops that slid down the glass in a hypnotic wash.

The GCPD officers that were patrolling the mansion found it very professional to stare at her and make snide comments with their friends. Checking the giant grandfather clock in the living room, Barbara saw the time was only 8 P.M.

She was in for a long night.

...

The generator rumbled. A black leather sheet was spread over it to protect it from the rain. The floodlights swung around the Fisheries, shining across the faded signs and weathered buildings. Robin hid in the shadows, hiding behind empty trucks and empty crates as he snuck towards the generator, avoiding the green glow of the night goggles like they were venomous snakes.

Robin leapt out of the way as one of guards snapped his head in his direction, thanking his parents and Haly's circus for teaching him acrobatics as he found himself behind a van.

The rumbling of the generator grew louder. Hidden beneath a small stack of crates and through a pair of binoculars Robin saw two men, M16's in hand running patrols around the generator.

Luckily, the number of guards stopped at those two. Robin snuck to a truck close to the generator. He needed to confirm their method of communication before he made a move. He poked his head out of the corner, checking the equipment on one of them standing a few meters away from the truck. He checked his belt; a pistol was holstered his right hip but no walkie-talkie. He stole a glance up at his face, his bald head shining because of the rain and saw an earpiece. If the other guy saw him, Robin wouldn't have time to knock him down before he called reinforcements and he'd be ripped apart like fried chicken.

He'd have to use stealth.

...

The rain felt like it was seeping through his skull and into his brain. Diesel knew he shouldn't have gone bald before the job but his girlfriend said his hair looked like a dead cat so he'd decided that he'd get a haircut just on the afternoon before the boss called him, telling him he about the job. So here he was standing in the rain with the rain pouring down his skull, feeling like it was seeping through to his brain.