"Are you ready, Jack?" Batman asked, looking straight at me, one eye filled with admiration. The other with respect.
"I'm ready, Batman," I replied bravely.
"Then let's do this, Jack. Together," Batman said. Asked, really.
The Dark Knight stood up from behind our cover then, as we prepared to take on the deadly assassin Deadshot together. Was I afraid? Dear reader, I was terrified. But I couldn't let it show. Batman needed me.
Then I saw it, the laser sight playing like a lover's tongue across his nipple.
"BATMAN! NO!" I shouted dramatically. I dived forward then, knocking the Caped Crusader to the ground as the bullet whizzed past my ear. Batman was back on his feet in an instant, however. He grabbed me and pulled us both into cover behind a chimney chute in a bombed ruin of Arkham City.
"What now, Jack?" Batman asked, his voice cracking slightly under the strain.
I thought for a moment.
"You need to hide behind cover whenever he's looking in our direction, Batman," I explained patiently. "And then try and reach the vent under the helipad."
Batman looked at the distance between him and the sharpshooter marksman.
"You can do it, Batman," I said reassuringly. "I know you can."
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