Batman went out the Batcave through the usual exit/entrance. The wheels of his vehicle twisted and turned as he traveled down the narrow tunnel. It was only dimly lit, and the walls to his left and right were black, and the ceiling and floor were yellow. It was almost dangerous, the way it was painted. Once he was coming around a corner, it would be hard to see the next turn due to the way the colors blended. But Batman -and Bruce- were expert drivers, so it was no problem.
While approaching, he pressed a yellow button on his stick-shift that caused the far door to open. The panel connecting him to the real world widened painfully slow, and he had to let up on the gas for two or three seconds to avoid crashing.
Upon leaving the small space, a barely audible cling could be heard as something hit his windshield. It would have been of interest if it weren't for the cascade of dirt hitting the hood of the car. I really have to get that fixed.
Two minutes ago, in Penguin's Hideout
Penguin loaded a small gun with Joker's latest invention. It had been smuggled throughout Arkham Asylum to be given to the next to escape. Which, surprisingly, had been Penguin.
This gun was not to hurt Batman. Not directly, anyway. While he strapped a pair of binoculars onto his eyes, he handed the gun to his right hand man. "Don't screw this up."
Just as the Batmobile began to emerge from the gaping hole from the ground, he motioned to the goon and said man began to aim. Just one shot... "Dammit!" Penguin swore.
"You- you- good for nothing! How could you!"
"What happened?!" the man asked frantically.
"It hit the windshield!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure! Just look at what you've done!"
He focused the binoculars on the device again. But to his surprise, it got caught in a layer of dirt falling down. Soon thereafter, the small avalanche of waste fell down into the tunnel and- "We're in!"