He looked up. Something had come through the skylight, that same dark something that was dropping to the floor. No, the Joker corrected himself. It wasn’t just any old something. It was the Batman. He landed only half a dozen feet away. He pointed his fist at the Joker. There was something attached to the bat guy’s wrist. Was Batman going to shoot the Joker? He was too young to die. The Joker considered running, but Batman would nail him before he took a step. Mother of Mercy! Was this the end of little Rico? The Batman fired. The projectile split in two, each half embedding itself into the walls past the balcony on either side of the Joker. The Joker realized there were wires attached to each of the spikes, and another wire leading from the Batman to his skylight entranceway. The Batman grabbed Vicki and swung out along the escape wires he had created for himself, plunging off the balcony and straight through an arched doorway marked “Exit.”
