Missiles

He saw a flash of light explode on Stagg-2’s undercarriage. Then twin missiles circled the airship and rocketed for him. Stealth ceased to be an option—Scarecrow’s men had reported in. They must have been waiting for him to show himself.

Batman tightened his grip on the wing struts and forced them down. He dropped as the missiles flew over him, missing by inches. They made a wide arc and targeted him again.

Wonderful, Batman thought. Heat seekers.

As the missiles approached again, he zoomed up and let them pass under him. The missiles arced back almost immediately, learning his moves and adapting to them.

He had no choice. He dove toward Stagg-2, luring the missiles along with him. There would be no time to steer out of the way—everything depended on whether or not Scarecrow realized what was about to happen.

He was closing in on the airship, and the missiles were still on his tail.

If Scarecrow didn’t act immediately, they would hit him and detonate, so close to Stagg-2 that the airship would explode, as well.

Batman landed on the airship’s hull and grabbed hold. He closed his eyes and waited for the explosion. It was a massive game of chicken, and it looked as if Scarecrow wasn’t going to blink.

Until he did.

The missiles veered off at the last moment, rocketing up and away from the ship, only to explode once they could no longer do any damage.

Batman: Arkham Knight, Chapter 26