The first thing Gloria Ramirez heard was the undeniable revving of a vehicle. A second later, a black car burst into the cavern before turning as it hit the ground. Gloria was in a state of shock but Robin was already acting on the intrusion. He leaped forward farther than she figured he could jump before thrusting his staff onto the hood of the car as it spun around.
Gloria rushed forward to help. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was unlike anything she had ever felt. For the first time, she was facing an enemy not as a helpless teenager on the streets or in her home but rather as a masked warrior hardened by days of ruthless training. She felt almost…powerful.
As the car came to a stop and an elderly African-American man stepped from the car she struck before he could do anything. With a blow to the back of his head from a swing of her batons, the man fell to the ground, unconscious.
The other door flew open revealing a woman who was pointing a gun directly at her.
Robin seemed about to attack the woman but he stopped and said something as if confusion.
“Get away from him, now!” the woman said.
The woman seemed familiar but Gloria couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t have time to solve the riddle though. She instead ducked to the right, shielding herself behind the car. She heard scuffling. With her eyes widening, she hurriedly stood and vaulted onto the roof of the car, expecting to find Robin pinning the woman to the ground. The reality was the other way around.
The woman had Robin pressed against the hood of the car, his arm twisted awkwardly behind his back and a gun pressed to his head. The woman glared at her.
“What did you do to the old man?” the woman asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please…don’t hurt him,” Gloria said.
“We’re not…your enemy,” Robin gritted through his teeth.
“Drop the batons and then we can talk,” the woman ordered.
Gloria did as she commanded before jumping to the ground, holding her hands up in surrender. The woman let Robin go, practically fuming. Blake Lively stood, rolling his shoulders as he grimaced.
“What are you doing here?” Robin asked her.
The woman scowled. “I’d like to ask you the same thing.”
There was suddenly a groan that diverted all of their attention. The woman hurried to the man’s side as he began to wake.
“What happened?” the man asked groggily.
“That girl knocked you out, that’s what happened!” the woman said accusingly, glaring at Gloria.
Robin approached her. “This has just been a misunderstanding.”
Gloria crossed her arms. “Is anyone else noticing how strange this is?”
Everyone turned to look at her.
“This is a secret base and yet we’ve got two intruders. What is going on?!”
The woman helped the older man stand before the man spoke. “Actually, you are the ones intruding. This was once Batman’s cave and now it seems that it’s got, inhabitants.”
“Lucius Fox, is that you ol’ chap?” Alfred said, running forward with a huge smile on his face.
The elderly African-American man grinned, walking forward to embrace the butler.
Gloria’s eyebrows furrowed even further. “I’m so confused.”
Robin gestured toward the woman. “Come inside. I think we need to talk.”