"I'm thinking we're going to need to escape." Dick whispered. The two drew their hands into the air, walking forward in surrender. The men edged away nervously, the cold night dead silent in anticipation.
"Nightwing and Red Hood are apprehended, orders?" A man in his sixties with a scarred face and a shaven head reported into his microphone, his gun still trained on the duo.
"The prison is out of our control. Kill them." The radio crackled in response.
Even before the two combat veterans moved a muscle in their body to evade and scatter away from the confrontation, having years training to know to hide yourself, regroup and retaliate in the surprise of the moment, they heard a familiar click and sound of an electric charge being distributed to the weapons of the officers. The two gave a knowing look to each other, confirming the Disruptor technology that was just used from afar.
They launched forward in unison, grabbing heads by ears and fistfuls of hair as they delivered blows to the startled group, the men shouting for help as they grappled with the two martial arts masters. Jason reached for the hand being pulled back in a punch closest to him, twisting the man's wrist and pulling him to the ground. The crunch of breaking bones pierced the air, the old veteran who spoke into his radio earlier yelling in agony. Dick ripped apart a rifle, removing detachments and using it as a blunt weapon as he weaved through the group, cracking officers in the back of the head until there were no more bodies to drop. The last man conscious was the supposed captain, still groaning from his arm. Jason stood over him, holding bunches of his shirt and glaring.
"What's your name?" Jason asked.
"Howard Branden." The old man panted, spitting blood in Jason's face. Jason laughed, angrily flipping the man on his back and sitting on his back legs, contorting his left ankle backwards. Branden screamed, pounding the ground.
"What do you want?! I'll tell you everything, let go!" He pleaded, Dick watching in silence as he considered intervening.
"You tell us where Tim Drake is, and I won't leave you here crawling around while a riot goes on. After all, these prisoners would be pretty happy to see you. Sound good?" Jason said threateningly, grinning.
"Robin? He's in Arkham Mansion. But you're too late. You fuckin' bat freaks are crazy if you think you're walking out of here alive."
"Jason." Dick called in warning. "We're not alone. Someone's watching us."
"No shit." Jason responded. "You think our guardian angel turned off those guards' guns?"
"You're a smart boy." Catwoman said as she stepped out of the darkness, her full body suit damaged and in a state of disarray. On top of the woman's strong features were layers of soot and blood, indicating she had been in some sort of skirmish.
"Selina!" Jason grinned. "Damn, I used to have a huge crush on you."