Squirming a bit as his teammates clambered onto his back, Caden grunted vaguely, smoke rising from his nostrils. This was more or less the first time he'd had 'passengers', but hey, this was the first time for being in a life-threatening situation, too. May as well make allowances for the... unexpected?

He flaps his wings experimentally, measuring how much of a difference having several adult-sized people on his back makes things before following Batman, eyes on the projectors. He registers distantly that he could make life easier and breathe fire on them, but the chance of burning Batman in the process is there, and also that would require cogent thought and planning when all he's capable of doing is playing Follow the Leader. Or... Passenger Car.