Reformatted Missile

The missile burst from the launch tube in a halo of fire.

“No!” Batman shouted. He had expected this moment, even as he had hoped fervently it wouldn’t happen. Gordon’s obligation was to the people of Gotham City—not individually, but as a whole. He was doing what he had to do, and he had given Batman all the time he thought he could spare. This played directly into the Riddler’s plan, which was for Gordon to give Batman just enough rope to hang himself.

Or, as seemed more likely, incinerate himself.

He took three running steps to his right and dove, wrapping himself in his cape as he hit the ground and rolled. He felt the blast wave from the explosion a split second before he heard it, as if a giant hammer had pounded him into the street. He went deaf, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. Then he rolled one last time and threw his cape aside, dreading what he would see.

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"I just saw a missile hit that big robot thing, man! There was a huge explosion. It shook a bunch of stuff off my shelves, but that’s nothing compared to what it looks like closer in. Windows are all broken, there’s a huge hole in the street.”

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But the missiles fired by the Gotham City’s Police Department were military-grade air-to-surface missiles designed to punch through the outer armor of tanks, armored personnel carriers, and small ships.

Batman: Arkham Knight: Riddler's Gambit, Chapter 28, Pg. 290