I love my cape, I love my armor, and I am going to kiss Batman for making it, if I get out of this alive, Tim tells himself as he starts dodging gobs of hot glue. What lands on him doesn't get past the fire-proof armor and cape.

Time for those exploding Batarangs.

He hurls two at separate turrets, watching the explosions in satisfaction.

"Hope that stings, Hal."