AN: Unfortunately, you're always conveniently too far from a station to tilt the airships and see (read: fuck with) the militia at the same time. However, they ARE there when you're moving crates. I'm sure they notice.

EchokittyCat-Part of me feels sorry for him. Part of me remembers going 'oh, HELL NO' while Penguin laughed at me from above, so.


One minute, Antoine's quietly pretending to ignore the Knight's absolute furious ranting about Scarecrow, Batman, and the Goddamn Riddler. (Riddler's been...chatty. Antoine sort of hopes somebody kills him. Can't Two-Face take some time out his day?)

The next minute, the airship's tilted sideways and both he and the boss end up slamming into Trent, who flails desperately before hitting the ground.

"What the hell-"

"What's happening?"

"Get off me, you damn leeches-sorry, boss."

Everyone in the room is on the ground. Somebody appears to have whacked their head against some...science-thingamabob...but other than that, nobody's hurt. They struggle up, and Antoine's just risked letting go of the table when the ship tilts the other way. He grabs for something, anything to stay upright, and unfortunately, that something is the Knight, who isn't steady enough to keep them from hitting the ground again.

Ow. There's gonna be some bruises after this-no. No, no. No no no no no-

The massive shadow appears to be falling in slow motion, but it really isn't. By the time Antoine registers that that's Trent, Trent is.

Upon them.

Mercifully, the second fall put them mostly far enough away to avoid being crushed to death. Mostly. Trent still lands on at least one foot and oh Jesus, please, please say he'll walk again. This was supposed to be a safe job. No fatalities.

Trent rolls away. This time, everybody stays down. Smart move, it turns out; the ship tilts again, and they just...sort of...slide. Antoine's elbows smacks into a crate, but it could be worse. Oh, man, it could be so much worse.

When the ship doesn't tilt for three minutes, the Knight staggers to his feet, muttering darkly about bat-bullshit and choke him with his own damn cape. The ship stays steady, and he doesn't fall again, which means it's safe to get up. Right? Right.

Wrong. Antoine's not even fully off the ground when the ship goes sideways and he finds himself under some sort of storage tank with a body in it. You know what, fine. Fine. He'll just stay here.

Yeah, there's some bruising. This hurts.

"Sir?"

"Batman's here." Of course Batman's here. And here he was, hoping it was Robin. "Everybody regroup, check for injuries, and get in the carrier. We need that ready in case Scarecrow needs an extraction."

Oh, yeahh. Scarecrow's here. Did he fall? Surely he biffed it like the rest of them. Good. If Antoine has to hear one more, 'fear what will happen to you if you fail me', he's going to start humming If I Only Had a Brain. He'll probably regret it immediately, but it would make him feel better.

There's no more tilting, but they have to carry poor Jackson out-man, that's a big lump-and more than one person is clinging to stationary objects on the way.

He knows it's not solid ground on a technical level, but he's glad to be back in the carrier. It doesn't tilt out of nowhere. It's reliable. And Batman's not on it.

Oww. His elbow really, really hurts.

THE END