Target located, Oracle’s voice crackled in my ear. The Arkham Knight has set up a command post at the movie studios. He’s holding hostages, Bruce. He says he wants to talk.
He squeezed the trigger.
Time dilated. The bang was deafening.
"Three of them," Joker whispered in my ear, though he stood ten feet away, inspecting a discarded popcorn bucket. "Juggling pins. Let’s see if you can break a record without breaking a neck. Oh wait, your 'no kill' rule! How tedious. Just knock them out, then. The boring way."
"I stopped him," I said, my voice a low rumble. batman: arkham knight codex
I swung through a shattered window, landing on a walkway suspended over the old movie sets. The Arkham Knight was already there, waiting. He moved fast—unnaturally fast. He knew my moves before I made them. He countered my strike, drove a knee into my gut, and slammed me against the railing.
The voice was a jagged serrated edge cutting through the silence of the cowl. I ignored it. I had become an expert at ignoring the dead. Target located, Oracle’s voice crackled in my ear
"Saved by the bell," Joker giggled, suddenly leaning over the fallen guard. "Though he ruined your stealth rating. Very rude."