Six regular enemies are hardly a work up, but the moment she saw this base, Batman knew the odds of her enemies being regular weren't necessarily in the cards. And it's hard to tell what each person would be packing.

Looking over her shoulder to the rest of their party, Batman sliced through the air very directly, then remembered her orders would have to be verbal. "Shadows. Now. I lead first, then you. Arrow to back. Ready six. Batgirl, take left."

She reached for her grappler and quickly ascended to the ceiling. The claws of her gauntlets sink into the hard ceiling and she holds, ready for the kick off.