The man on the ground showed no sign of moving as Rosemary cautiously approached, brick at the ready. Much as she wanted him to be alive, part of her was sure he was going to pull the typical horror movie monster routine and pop up to menace her again the moment she let her guard down.

If there was one thing she had learned, it was that evil never died. It just took a break until the production values improved.

She didn't even know who he was. It was a little disorienting to creep up on a guy, prepared to bash his brains in, when she couldn't put a name to a face, because she didn't have either. He did have an interesting mask, though; she doubted she was going to forget that any time soon. It was even kind of pretty, in a weird way.

And he still wasn't moving.

She nudged him with her foot, brick still at the ready. He groaned and pulled away ever so slightly.

Good enough! She dropped her brick and ran back to the Bat-Blazer. The 911 call could come later, when they were safely away from this place. For now, as long as she knew he was still alive, she was more worried about her friends than him.

And they were coming out. She blinked in surprise. The Captain and Techie were supporting a man between them with his arms draped over their shoulders. His head was hanging down—he looked completely limp, and they seemed about to drop him.

Hastily, Rosemary started the engine and drove up to meet them.

Was this who they had come to Gotham to get? He was almost a disappointment. For one of the greatest villains in Gotham, he wasn't very…big. And he wasn't especially good looking, either. She had been expecting some kind of Greek god, or at least a male model, to have captured the Captain's attention for so long, but this man was just…just a man. Underfed, poorly dressed, and not likely to send her into a state of abject fear—and she wouldn't exactly have called herself the epitome of bravery.

"I'm sorry," she said as the Captain opened the car door. "I didn't see them in time."

Her friend looked stressed, but replied, "No harm, no foul. Listen, Sunshine, just play along."

"What?" The Captain jerked her chin over her shoulder to indicate the doorway behind her. Rosemary looked up to see Al exiting the building, dragging Poison Ivy, assisted by—Robin?

This day was just getting weirder and weirder.

"So, I guess you'll be wanting to get these guys to prison straight away," the Captain said cheerfully to the actual Boy Wonder. "Want to use our car? This is pretty much all we had planned for the rest of the day, anyway."

The kid looked confused. Rosemary didn't blame him.

"I…um…why did you…"

"Capture you? Come on. What better way to get you into the lair? We can't all go running at the supervillains, waving our bat-sticks."

"Eskrima sticks," Robin said, turning scarlet with embarrassment. "And thanks for the offer, but Batman's on his way."

At that, Techie, who had been looking entirely spaced out, flinched. Again, Rosemary could understand. Batman was a fine idol for an adventurous, law-abiding teenager, but the prospect of meeting him as an adult while in the middle of a borderline-villainous activity was a tad daunting, to say the least.

Al and the Captain managed not to show any fear, but they still looked uncomfortable with the prospect of meeting the Big Bad Bat. Yes, Rosemary decided that this would be a very good time for them to make their escape.

"Robin?" she said hesitantly. "That…man with the flamethrower…"

"Firefly," the boy supplied. Rosemary almost smiled. Firefly? What a creative name. It sounded so pretty and harmless. Like Lightning Bug, Ladybird, or Bumblebee. It made him sound small and cute.

The villains were really having to reach, weren't they? Maybe all the good names were taken.

"Firefly," she repeated, testing the word. It didn't sound any tougher when she said it. "He's over there. His backpack thingy sprung a leak and shot him into a wall. I think he's hurt." She could see the others fighting not to laugh. Robin only looked concerned. And conflicted. The internal struggle was plain on his face—should he stay and make sure the villains made it into custody, or go and make sure Firefly didn't die or make his escape?

"Tell me you have batcuffs in that belt of yours," Al said. Robin nodded cautiously. "Good. Hand them over, will you? We'll take care of these. You go for the pyro."

"I don't—"

"Come on, kid. You have a belt full of gadgets. We've got nothing but our wits, and you saw how far that got us before."

Robin grinned, tossed her the handcuffs—the batcuffs—and ran off.

"Wow," said Rosemary. "You're good."

With a self-deprecating shrug, Al started cuffing the incapacitated supervillains to the railing next to the concrete steps—leaving Poison Ivy closest to the leaping flames—while Techie and the Captain shoved their friend into the backseat, and then climbed in after him.

"This day hasn't exactly gone according to plan," the Captain said. She wormed her way into the front seat and pushed her hair back from her face, leaving sooty streaks across her forehead. "I just want to get the hell out of here. Come on, Al; you don't really have to help the kid this much."

Al stood up. It took Rosemary a minute to realize that she wasn't moving toward the car; her eyes were focused somewhere above them, her expression rapidly turning to one of absolute terror.

Then she shrieked, "Drive!"

For a split second, Rosemary wondered what could possibly scare the unflappable Al enough to make her shriek. Then she caught sight of the shadow descending on them, and utterly froze up at the sight of Batman.

"Go," the Captain ordered. The urgent tone of her voice, coupled with the fact that she was willing to leave a man behind, startled Rosemary into hitting the gas. The Blazer roared off down the street.

Batman! He's…huge.

This did not look good for Al.