Re: Gotham
As Batman glides through the night air, he notes the spider-web of cracks where the car exploded against the creature. That confirmed his suspicions.
He glides down to a rooftop not far from the creature, landing and smoothly drawing the small, rifle-like weapon from the clip at the back of his belt. What he needed was a controlled explosion to keep this thing from falling and damaging more of the surrounding area.
White lenses land over his eye-lids, and the night-vision provided by his cowl gives him a view of the landscape. He can also see where the cracks in the creature's leg are. He turns a dial on the weapon, setting it for one minute, thirty seconds.
He cocks the weapon once and fires. Again, and fires. Again, fires. He does this several times, in strategic areas, spreading out the small explosive disks laced with adhesive gel to the weak points of the creature.
By the time he's done, there's less than one minute to go on the counter. He doesn't plan to wait the full minute, but he has to make sure the creature is focused upon him and not the bystanders.
"Get. Out. Of. My. City." Batman rasps, pressing the button on the detonator.
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