Batman Beats Up a Bunch of Guys
Ten. Eleven... Twelve..... Thirteen. Thirteen of them. In the room next to the fire escape and adjacent to the main hall. Six are at a table emptying stolen purses. Most can't be older than twenty-five. A waste. Knives and pistols are on the table. Eight are visibly armed. Three have shotguns, 12-gauge. A few with sub-machine guns. This may be trickier than I thought. I put the binoculars back on the belt and thumb across each compartment. I take the grapple gun. Compact as it is heavy. Wind's blowing from the east tonight. Random and hard. It's half-past 2:00 AM. A good hour and I couldn't have asked for a quieter building. A destitute part of town. Seven stories of water damage and rat excrement with the men, ahem, boys boarded up on top. But their arsenal tells me they're in with someone loaded. Maybe Cobblepot. Will have to investigate further. I stand and assume the position on the ledge, aim, and fire a line up sixty degrees and strap the piece to my waist. I ...