Tag Team w/ Robin

Nearly a dozen thugs with rifles were stationed in the first building, in a small room that made their weapons difficult to use without accidentally killing one of their own. Batman and Robin took advantage of the close quarters, moving quickly and making certain they were always surrounded by the unwilling human shields.

Robin dived under the legs of the closest merc and used his bō to jab up quickly and painfully, taking him down while the guy yelped uncontrollably.

This guy’s gonna be disappointing women for the rest of his life, Robin thought, chuckling to himself. Sliding past, he kicked him into another merc, startling both of them long enough for Batman to grab the man’s weapon and smash it across his face.

Batman held onto what was left of the rifle and began using it as a fighting stick. He brought it down hard and fast, snapping the kneecap of the other merc, dropping him to the floor. Then he took out a merc who, at six foot seven, towered over him. Robin grabbed yet another thug by his collar and forced him to the floor. He leaped over his head, and then slammed his bō into the back of the merc’s neck, leaving him unconscious.

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Panessa Studios. Another soldier leaped on Batman’s back and shoved his pistol to the back of his head. Scarecrow’s reward money was as good as his.

But then Batman fell back, smashing the merc into the wall behind him, loosening his grip. He pried himself free, spun, slammed him with an uppercut to his gut, and let the man drop.

Three mercs charged toward the two heroes. Batman laced his fingers and Robin launched himself into the air, landing on the interlocked hands as Batman hefted him over the three assailants. Robin twisted in mid-air, and slammed all three with his feet. As he landed, he used his bō to knock the closest merc’s legs out from under him, then he smashed his elbow into the man’s face.

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Panessa Studios. There were only four mercs left and they were afraid. Batman and Robin had taken down most of them without raising much of a sweat.

One of the mercs decided the hell with it. He was going to kill those two even if it meant shooting his own men. He shoved a new clip into the gun and let loose, firing the entire magazine. Batman dove and the bullets speared over his head and into one of the other opponents.

Now there were only three.

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Panessa Studios. The merc wasn’t giving up. He fired again, this time at closer range. Four bullets hit into Batman’s chest and imbedded themselves in his reinforced armor. He stopped for a moment as if he expected Batman to drop, but instead Batman stood and jumped at him.

The fear on his face said it all. The rumors were right. The Bat is some kind of demon.

Still holding his gun, he backed away, waving it in front of him. While he concentrated on Batman, Robin cartwheeled in behind him and pushed him forward. Batman slammed him with a roundhouse to the man’s stomach, and he fell gasping for air.

There were only two mercs standing now. Batman held out his hand, palms up.

“You don’t really want to fight, do you? You honestly don’t believe you can beat us. So here’s the deal. If you’re still here at the count of three, you won’t be leaving here standing up.

“One…

“Two…”

The last two mercs bolted from the room.

The hell with Scarecrow.

Batman: Arkham Knight, Chapter 30