The train cut through the wind like a hot knife through butter. It quickly gained speed, which was disorientating to the young hero, who was still slowly losing blood.
Robin opened up a line to Oracle again. "O?" He asked loudly, almost yelling. "Mask made onto the train, am in pursuit."
"Okay, Tim, wait for back-up. Batman is..."
"No time to wait. If I get Black Mask now..."
"Yes but, Tim, you're injured. Even Nightwing isn't that far..."
Robin frowned, "I can do this." He said, and opened the door to the rear carriage.
He was surprised at the amount of gun racks on the walls, and the range of weaponry stored on them.
Rifles of varying sizes and types, including assault and poaching, rocket launchers, grenades, pistols.
Then Robin noticed the thugs entering the carriage, at the opposite end.
"C'mon, birdie." One growled.
Robin straightened and withdrew his staff.
"Look boys, the bird has a stick," the thug laughed, and the others copied him. "Gonna build your nest with that, Robin?"
Robin couldn't help but smirk at their lack of a good joke, but remained silent. Then they charged, and he managed to beat them back to a cleared central space, where he stood firm and beat them off, hitting them with feet, hands, elbows, his head and his bo-staff.
It was then that he realised they had climbed along the outside of the car and were attacking him from both sides.
Which Robin delighed in showing his fighting prowess. Often able to floor Bruce in training, to which Dick often tormented him saying that Bruce had allowed Tim to floor him. Tim only half believed it.
But soon enough, the budding young detective was the only man left standing, and proceeded out of the car, pausing to spray some explosive gel onto the couplings of the cars.
As he ran across the cargo platform, stocked with crates filled to overflowing with assault machineguns, he detonated the gel and the car quickly lost speed.
It barely drew attention from the thugs Robin could see in the next carriage, which had first-class plastered all over it.
He applied more explosive gel to the couplings between the cars, and then watched through the window as the thugs sifted through the guns.
"So Robin's on board? And we got no ammo?" He heard one ask as he climbed to the top of the carriage slowly, creeping along the metalwork slowly, so he wouldn't suddenly slip, and fall.
"Yeah, ammo's locked up. Black Mask says were not to open it until we get to the Gotham stop."
Robin let out a breath again and stopped just before a glass sky light in the roof of the carriage. He reached down to his belt and pressed the detonator.
The boom was loud and drew the attention of the thugs inside the carriage as the glass windows shattered.
"What the..." one muttered as they all turned to the rear of the carriage. Several ran down to check out the explosion.
"The carriages...they're gone!"
"Someone, get to the boss, tell him R-Argh!" yelled the thug standing in the centre of the carriage. Robin had just broken through the skylight and dropped onto the thug, knocking him out.
"Okay, kid, end of the line," one of the other thugs growled, pulling apart a pole on the wall and swinging it towards the young vigilante.
Robin gripped his bo-staff and twirled towards the first thug, knocking him through the air and into two more.
They came at him in waves, groups of them jumping and diving fists-first towards him. He took hits, the armour across his chest and abdomen took the brunt of most of the force and dispersed it across the metal plates. And eventually he was standing alone in the carriage, holding the lapels of a thug as he fell into unconsciousness.
Robin dropped the thug onto the ground and picked up his staff. He made his way towards the carriage door, to make his way outside. The train was nearing its destination, and soon Robin could be confronted with an entire armed army. Very out of his depth, and this time there was no Dark Knight by his side.
"Mister Hammer, if you would." a voice yelled above the roaring wind, and Robin paused to consider the implications of the statement. He didnt get to consider it for long, as a huge, meaty hand broke through the stained glass and gripped him around the neck, wrenching him through the remains of the door and tossing him onto the floor at Black Mask's feet...