AN: Actual happening. I thought I was so clever. 'I'll get him from atop this hill!' I said. 'He'll never see me!' I said. But in an attempt to stay locked on, I fell on him, and he absolutely saw me, and I died.

Intent: dorky comedy. Result: not that. But oh well.

The saving grace of the Cloudburst is that Frank designed it, which means that it's pretty much invincible and has a ridiculous amount of firepower on it. And it's fast. But the important thing here is that it's practically invincible, because, well, the boss can't drive. Nor should he drive. But he is driving it, and...welp, Batman should probably kiss Bleake Island good-bye.

They tried to prevent this, when the tank was still in production. 'We've got professionals that would be happy to do this', they said. 'Really, it's just driving a tank in circles, just let one of the guys do it', they said. But nooooo, 'it's too dangerous, Batman will show up, blah-blah-blah'.

Come to think of it, that was about the time Frank did some modifications to the armor.

The tank's moving at a nice, normal pace right now. There's not much to see; the three remaining Cobras ('remaining', Jesus…), buildings, the occasional body. Certainly no Batmobile.

The Knight's basically on his own, if something happens to the rest of the Cobras; that crap in the air means no air support of any kind, and the bridges are up and locked. Jimmy offered to lower them again, but the boss said no, so they're all just...watching and waiting.

It's been fairly quiet for the last five minutes, which makes the Knight's furious, "What the hell?!" that much more jarring. Frank hits the line first, barking, "Sir? What's going on?"

Silence. Then a confused, "He fell on me."

"What?"

"He fucking-there you are!"

Uh.

"You heard that, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did he not look up?"

Frank shrugs.

"I mean, he's in a tank."

"True."

There's a blip on the map that says one of the Cobras is gone. Scarecrow-who is, mercifully, not in here-notices. Figures.

"Your escort is almost gone, Knight. Withdraw."

"No."

Oh, boy. Here they go again.

Scarecrow is quiet for a minute, but it's the dangerous quiet that implies he's taking deep, calming breaths so he doesn't jam his needles into whoever's nearby.

"The Cloudburst is not bait, Knight. It is mine."

"And Batman is mine."

They should have just invaded without Scarecrow. They'd be done by now. The boss had the bastard, earlier, that would have finished him.

"I don't like this," Frank murmurs, watching the last-last? when did this happen?-Cobra roll towards the GCPD. "He's out of his depth."

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know. He should have ignored Scarecrow earlier, we can take him-"

There's a sudden, ominous noise. Antoine doesn't like that noise.

"What was that-"

"I don't know-"

"Arkham Knight, come in-"

"Shit." Frank steps back, hand going for his radio. "Guns are disabled; Jimmy, get the bridges down-sir-"

"I'll get him." This is the calmest he's sounded all night. "Leave the bridges where they are."

"But-"

"That's an order. Rogers, don't you dare. I've got him where I want him-damn-"

All at once, he's offline.

THE END