Takes out four mercs before they can open fire.

“Where you’ll never find her.” He turned to his soldiers. “I’m afraid my schedule has changed. You boys know what to do.”

They raised their weapons to shoot, but Batman became a blur of motion. He dived low and took out the first goon, then, without pausing, leaped to his feet, grabbing the head of the next closest thug and smashing it into the face of another. Both went down fast. A fourth merc—the last—lunged at him. Batman grabbed his wrist, pulled him in tight, and slammed his elbow into the back of the man’s head.